<?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-34979778</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:31:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh how striking</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34979778.post-7353744657843356341</id><published>2007-09-04T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:18:25.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and even though its a long time ago, that didn't even make sense. YOU quit one week before the competition because YOU thought it was unfair that YOU were being scolded...in what way is that not selfish???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-7353744657843356341?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/7353744657843356341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=7353744657843356341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/7353744657843356341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/7353744657843356341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-and-even-though-its-long-time-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-7337312789793360810</id><published>2007-09-04T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:03:39.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided to start blogging again and after a long leave of absence, i thought i would have lots to say but i don't...i guess i just don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, my parents have gone to hong kong so i'm very free which is actually a bad thing cos everyone i used to go out with is busy...whats the point of having all this free time when no one else can go on late night escapades with me...i miss late night escapades. i stopped having them cos i got too tired but now i am wide awake but no one else is :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is tiring...that pretty much sums it up! pw is flooding my inbox and its just such a drag especially since no one ever listens to me. i said that our group number had been shifted down but no one believed me (it had changed from 91 to 89) and i said that we should sign people up for a specific event instead of a mailing list but no one agreed with me (the volunteer coordinater suggested a specific event too). i doubt i will do well for pw but screw it. grades are border line...&lt;br /&gt;H2 Chem   U&lt;br /&gt;H2 Econs   C&lt;br /&gt;H2 Math    E&lt;br /&gt;H1 Gp        D&lt;br /&gt;H1 Geog    E&lt;br /&gt;i know that looks pretty bad but i am actually quite satisfied with myself since i am one of the very few people who didn't go to any jc during the 1st 3 months and passed terms...all my parents had to say was "and why didn't you go to jc during the 1st 3 months???". i just hope i am as lucky for promos which btw i have not started studying for, shit! i am just so lazy these days and i haven't been a very good girl, haven't lived up to my new year's resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started to crave peanut butter...i never used to like it cos it stuck to my teeth and its so thick but nowadays, its my comfort food at night. i have become more and more vulgar these days and i know i should stop but i am sooo stressed and i have no idea why!!! sorry ineey :( although i really don't think we should be together. i like my new room except i wish it were bigger and had an attached bathroom and walk-in-wardrobe. i've been cooking a lot during the holidays and it reminded me how much i love it...holidays are always good for cooking cos school days are just chaotic...especially with ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff i've made during the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;-cupcakes for teachers (it was just before the holidays but it still counts)&lt;br /&gt;-creamed spinach&lt;br /&gt;-lots and lots of pasta&lt;br /&gt;-sausage and courgette casserole thingy&lt;br /&gt;-beef burgers from scratch&lt;br /&gt;-panna cotta&lt;br /&gt;-quiche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff i have to do:&lt;br /&gt;-econs independant learning!!!***&lt;br /&gt;-insights and reflections&lt;br /&gt;-study for promos!!!&lt;br /&gt;-practice dance for arabian nights (not that i have much to practice)&lt;br /&gt;-facial&lt;br /&gt;-no reservations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-7337312789793360810?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/7337312789793360810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=7337312789793360810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/7337312789793360810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/7337312789793360810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-decided-to-start-blogging-again-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-6388720543261921750</id><published>2007-04-20T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:58:26.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>way overdue photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Riht5lUBaUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cAYG3AVPwFQ/s1600-h/CIMG2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Riht5lUBaUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cAYG3AVPwFQ/s320/CIMG2396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055411417759443266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big twoing on the bed at the ritz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RihvJVUBaVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nlRIvslSL5E/s1600-h/CIMG2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RihvJVUBaVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nlRIvslSL5E/s320/CIMG2378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055412787854010706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dessert! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rihvm1UBaWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-pS6shy9BtI/s1600-h/CIMG2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rihvm1UBaWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-pS6shy9BtI/s320/CIMG2397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055413294660151650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RihwG1UBaXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAEMjE5acA8/s1600-h/CIMG2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RihwG1UBaXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAEMjE5acA8/s320/CIMG2401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055413844415965554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RihwoFUBaYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CDCG-HH2yQw/s1600-h/CIMG2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RihwoFUBaYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CDCG-HH2yQw/s320/CIMG2410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055414415646615938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that doughnut machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RihxO1UBaZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qs1LFARUQQU/s1600-h/CIMG2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RihxO1UBaZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qs1LFARUQQU/s320/CIMG2425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055415081366546834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rihx7FUBaaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/v6Iae0Lbj3o/s1600-h/CIMG2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rihx7FUBaaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/v6Iae0Lbj3o/s320/CIMG2428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055415841575758242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the peak hk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RihyflUBabI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iotwrtSfnSw/s1600-h/CIMG2438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RihyflUBabI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iotwrtSfnSw/s320/CIMG2438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055416468640983474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-6388720543261921750?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/6388720543261921750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=6388720543261921750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/6388720543261921750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/6388720543261921750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/04/way-overdue-photos-big-twoing-on-bed-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Riht5lUBaUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cAYG3AVPwFQ/s72-c/CIMG2396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34979778.post-647116095216140314</id><published>2007-03-20T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T12:32:44.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been absolutely ages since i have last updated! i guess tons has happened and i was just to stressed or sad or busy to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into ac and i honestly have no idea why they accepted me but i am elated about getting in. i had nothing to offer, no cca and my grades weren't all that great so i have God to thank for without him, it wouldn't have been possible. frogy asked me just now how i got in and i thought about it and typed,"by God's grace". He answered my prayers and i just want this to be an example to those who have lost their faith (baby)...God answers prayers even though we don't deserve it. don't give up hope or faith, just trust Him cos He knows best. you may be stuck somewhere you don't like but you just have to persevere, endure the rain before you see the rainbow. God will never leave you nor forsake you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sizzlers have dropped out of the open catagory for cheerobics :( and i think i am one of the only people who is sad and disappointed about it. 4 people quit and i have no idea why...leaving the week before is really pointless....you have endured so much already, why back out at the last minute? i thought you guys were stronger than that...a lot of people sacrificed a lot of time and money for it, i don't get any cca points or much. i wonder if it even matters that there are other people involved in this too and i wonder if you guys considered their feelings before leaving...oh well, whats done is done and there ain't nothing i can do about it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to macau...people smoke everywhere!!! i couldn't eat my food cos there was so much smoke in the restaurant...and it wasn't even a cheap restaurant. people even smoke in the lifts when there is a huge 'no smoking' sign! the hotel was nice...the kinda hotel that has hugo boss, chloe, patek philippe, etc...in the lobby. i didn't really see much in macau, did most of my shopping in hong kong. poor baby missed me so much when i was gone, i felt sooo bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first few days of school have been hard. getting to know where everything is, trying (unsuccessfully) to make new friends, seeing people who don't like me and being in an unfamiliar environment. it was really comforting to see so many familiar faces in ac however, my class is really un-bonded. all other classes are having bonding time during free periods but my class is completely dispersed. i also have one of the spammers from my blog in my class...oh joy! glaring isn't nice...people should learn that. basically i stay with sara, kerri, michelle, darrel and suyee all the time since i don't know anyone in my class and i probably can't recognise them. i wish i could make some new friends at least. i trust that God will bring me through this difficult period and in the future, i will look back and understand why i had to go through this at this point in my life. i will get through this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though you are not with me most of the time, when you look at our matching ck bag, when you look at our matching lunch box, when you look at our matching pencil case, you can think of me and remember i will always be in your heart... :) and if you really can't handle it, ask God for the strength to carry on cos He will never fail you or put you in a situation you can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i think thats all that happened so far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-647116095216140314?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/647116095216140314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=647116095216140314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/647116095216140314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/647116095216140314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-absolutely-ages-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-3250307450130278555</id><published>2007-03-01T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:15:29.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHEEROBICS 2007 OPEN CATEGORY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ANNUAL CHEERLEADING COMPETITION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DANCE, STUNTS, TUMBLING AND CHEER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NOT TO BE MISSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;24TH(SATURDAY) &amp;amp; 25TH(SUNDAY) MARCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;VENUE TO BE CONFIRMED (ORCHARD AREA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;COME AND SUPPORT THE MG SIZZLERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-3250307450130278555?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/3250307450130278555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=3250307450130278555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/3250307450130278555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/3250307450130278555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/03/cheerobics-2007-open-category-annual.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-9070116260293607606</id><published>2007-02-10T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:23:37.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK YOU LORD! YOU ANSWERED MY PRAYERS!! I AM SOO GRATEFUL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;met icks at hyatt and we went to mezza9! yum! i had cream of carrot soup, orange salad, steak sandwich and fries with my favourite dip. icks got to have the tomato dip he had been craving for the previous day. we chose mezza9 cos it's the first place we ever went to together so since it was the day before results and i expected to be grounded the next day, we decided to go there for old times sake even though my card has expired. i was sooo full after the meal so we took our usual orchard route. went to paragon to pick up a shirt for his dad then taka, wisma and finally isetan(scotts). he was hungry by the time we got to isetan so we went to tcc then cabbed back to my place. i was still full by dinner so i didn't eat much. it only hit me at 10pm that results were out the next day and i had a nervous break down when it hit me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8am and tried to contact icks but couldn't so i got really annoyed. got ready then took a bus to binjai. he was supposed to meet me at 9am but smarty pants didn't wake up till 9am so yet again i was left waiting there! he finally arrived at 9.40am even though he said, "give me 20 minutes"! we had breakfast at the club then he dropped me at school. met mel, laiyee, shiyou and michelle in school. i was still full and michelle had no appetite so we wandered around the school. met suyee at the old A2 classroom then we went for worship. after worship, we walked back to the classroom and i started crying cos i was so scared. kerry, bev and kail were there. inside, sara and i sung songs to calm ourselves. we walked to the hall and waited outside at 2pm. just before the results were released a lot of people started crying. michelle walked with me to get mine and ms or tried to say stuff to me but michelle was screaming in front of me cos she knew i didn't want to hear anything. when i saw the results happy tears started pouring out. a lot of people around me were crying but i'm not sure if it was happy or sad tears. all my friends are too smart! miss chong got 8 points! michelle got 7! mel got 7! suyee got 8! shiyou got 8! i think i did worst in class but i am very happy with my 12 points! i just really hope its good enough for ac! rara and i went to starbucks to celebrate, ian and cephas met us there. after starbucks, rara came over so we could do the jae thingy. then i went out for dinner with my parents and grandparents at the mountbatten room. i had french onion soup, rack of lamb with potato gnocci and prestat chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ian: &lt;br /&gt;don't worry, i'm sure you can get in with appealling so don't give up. believe in yourself cos i believe in you! you are definitely NOT useless so don't ever think that way! i &lt;3 you uber much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-9070116260293607606?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/9070116260293607606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=9070116260293607606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/9070116260293607606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/9070116260293607606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you-lord-you-answered-my-prayers.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-445102606051819875</id><published>2007-02-08T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:52:49.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i've been bad, i know i haven't studied. You brought me through PSLE and You brought me through sec2 streaming. please let me do well tomorrow, i know i don't deserve it but i'm sooo scared! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Take it from my hands&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please give me one more chance! i promise i will study for 'A' levels if you just let me do well for my 'O's, i mean it...please Lord, help me...i'm soooo scared!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-445102606051819875?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/445102606051819875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=445102606051819875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/445102606051819875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/445102606051819875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-know-ive-been-bad-i-know-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-1174906094414635131</id><published>2007-02-05T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:52:49.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! i cooked!!! &lt;br /&gt;and it was quite nice if i do say so myself! icks came over and we watched pink panther. when he was about to leave, i started cooking! i stuffed ricotta cheese, chives and parsley under the skin of a chicken, sprinkled sea salt and drizzled olive oil over it then in the oven it went. riced the potatoes, boiled the milk and butter then mixed it with the potatoes, salt and pepper. fried courgette, red capsicum, yellow capsicum and mushrooms with olive oil. it was yummy!! natty ate sooo much! and for dessert i gave her ben &amp; jerry's magic brownie with whipped cream and maltesers! it took about 1 1/2 hours but it was worth it! one of the best chickens i've ever tasted but maybe its cos i worked so hard on it so it was that much sweeter. i feel sooo accomplished! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday i spent 5 hours and 6 black bags on cleaning my room and gee it looks neat now! i am actually doing productive things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-1174906094414635131?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/1174906094414635131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=1174906094414635131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/1174906094414635131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/1174906094414635131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cooked-i-cooked-i-cooked-i-cooked-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-4207461830520505339</id><published>2007-02-04T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:12:33.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from shiyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Single, taken or crushing ?&lt;br /&gt;- taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy with your life now ?&lt;br /&gt;- no but i'm feeling extremly depressed right now so it might just be one of my moods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him fast ?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't think this question is right. i believe that there is only one right person and love isn't love if it doesn't last forever so the question should be 'when you met the right person, did you fall in love with him fast?'. if you haven't met him yet then you won't know how fast you are gonna fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;- yup unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you take someone back if he cheats on you?&lt;br /&gt;- i used to say never but i guess it depends on how much i love the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you talked about marriage with another before?&lt;br /&gt;- yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;- uh huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many?&lt;br /&gt;- two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;- don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If someone likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his feelings?&lt;br /&gt;- write me a letter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you enjoy getting in relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- i guess so, i wouldn't wanna be all lonely would i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Be honest, what is the furthest you and your ex did?&lt;br /&gt;- 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you romantic?&lt;br /&gt;- partially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;- yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could get married somewhere, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever broken a heart?&lt;br /&gt;- i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If one day your best friend falls in love with the guy you're deeply in love with, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- sulk in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you missing somebody now?&lt;br /&gt;- yup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-4207461830520505339?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/4207461830520505339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=4207461830520505339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/4207461830520505339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/4207461830520505339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-shiyou-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-2775100499710496474</id><published>2007-02-03T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:40:11.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday:&lt;br /&gt;joshua and i surprised icks at 12am with a birthday cake :) then we played tai tee, monopoly and risk till like 2am. i met him again at 1pm at au petit salut for lunch. for the first time ever, i was actually happy that he was late so i had time to ask the waitress to write happy birthday ian on his dessert. i had soup, beef onglet and creme brulee and he had escargot, lamb stew and chocolate ganache. before they served the dessert the happy birthday song came on and it was kinda embarrassing...i didn't expect it to happen :s oh well, i hope you enjoyed your birthday :) XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;he came over and i cooked lunch. he is sooo strange! whenever he likes my cooking, my family doesn't and whenever he doesn't like it, my family does :s i also baked cupcakes so natty could decorate them. she was equipped with chocolate frosting, maltesers, silver balls, hundreds and thousands, chocolate buttons and marshmallows. chloe shall do that one day :) icks and i went to watch miss potter at great world city and we bumped into carrot and mandy. dinner at kenny rogers then we went to the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was very very exhuasting! but i shan't say why. dinner at rtc was yummy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oreo cheesecake 01/02/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSafpGhwYI/AAAAAAAAADA/NoDjWUZUEpY/s1600-h/CIMG2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSafpGhwYI/AAAAAAAAADA/NoDjWUZUEpY/s320/CIMG2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027312952452170114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSa4ZGhwZI/AAAAAAAAADI/i60kPy0pe7A/s1600-h/CIMG2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSa4ZGhwZI/AAAAAAAAADI/i60kPy0pe7A/s320/CIMG2313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027313377653932434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSbPpGhwaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XeDRNZI5czU/s1600-h/CIMG2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSbPpGhwaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XeDRNZI5czU/s320/CIMG2319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027313777085890978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSbpZGhwbI/AAAAAAAAADY/7CKRSfPJNwY/s1600-h/CIMG2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSbpZGhwbI/AAAAAAAAADY/7CKRSfPJNwY/s320/CIMG2323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027314219467522482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcScHZGhwcI/AAAAAAAAADg/MatJrvSrn8E/s1600-h/CIMG2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcScHZGhwcI/AAAAAAAAADg/MatJrvSrn8E/s320/CIMG2324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027314734863598018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSdVZGhwdI/AAAAAAAAADo/82K_SJ4vEcY/s1600-h/CIMG2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSdVZGhwdI/AAAAAAAAADo/82K_SJ4vEcY/s320/CIMG2325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027316074893394386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 natty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSdvZGhweI/AAAAAAAAADw/QvmUUFKDZGQ/s1600-h/CIMG2326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSdvZGhweI/AAAAAAAAADw/QvmUUFKDZGQ/s320/CIMG2326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027316521569993186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSeNJGhwfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Uzh-2NkpGU8/s1600-h/CIMG2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSeNJGhwfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Uzh-2NkpGU8/s320/CIMG2327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027317032671101426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSempGhwgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/41zYUqU4P5E/s1600-h/CIMG2328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSempGhwgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/41zYUqU4P5E/s320/CIMG2328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027317470757765634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-2775100499710496474?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/2775100499710496474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=2775100499710496474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/2775100499710496474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/2775100499710496474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/02/thursday-joshua-and-i-surprised-icks-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcSafpGhwYI/AAAAAAAAADA/NoDjWUZUEpY/s72-c/CIMG2311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34979778.post-821292437344160529</id><published>2007-02-01T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:48:32.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IAN CHEW!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-821292437344160529?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/821292437344160529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=821292437344160529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/821292437344160529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/821292437344160529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-ian-chew-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-7240824101883192383</id><published>2007-01-31T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:08:59.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to all those who think he's ugly, i'm telling you he's not!&lt;br /&gt;to all those who think he's dumb, i'm telling you he's not!&lt;br /&gt;to all those who think he's a flirt, i'm telling you he's not anymore!&lt;br /&gt;to all those who think he's not special, i'm telling you he is!&lt;br /&gt;to all those who think he's not good enough, i'm telling you he is!&lt;br /&gt;to all those who think we won't last, i'm telling you we will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him and he loves me! we will last, we'll show everyone who doubted us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever till death do us part!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-7240824101883192383?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/7240824101883192383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=7240824101883192383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/7240824101883192383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/7240824101883192383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-all-those-who-think-hes-ugly-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-9045428211985919505</id><published>2007-01-31T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:48:52.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sugarpaste icing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcCOfpGhwUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KJZP43GiskQ/s1600-h/CIMG2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcCOfpGhwUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KJZP43GiskQ/s320/CIMG2303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026173858405794114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcCO4ZGhwVI/AAAAAAAAACY/NrRLXpD6-6E/s1600-h/CIMG2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcCO4ZGhwVI/AAAAAAAAACY/NrRLXpD6-6E/s320/CIMG2306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026174283607556434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake i baked in a rush for michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcCPU5GhwWI/AAAAAAAAACg/jUO2N8Cxt90/s1600-h/CIMG2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcCPU5GhwWI/AAAAAAAAACg/jUO2N8Cxt90/s320/CIMG2308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026174773233828194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutting the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcCPuZGhwXI/AAAAAAAAACo/MDMuSsOip7Q/s1600-h/CIMG2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcCPuZGhwXI/AAAAAAAAACo/MDMuSsOip7Q/s320/CIMG2309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026175211320492402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-9045428211985919505?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/9045428211985919505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=9045428211985919505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/9045428211985919505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/9045428211985919505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/01/sugarpaste-icing-final-product-cake-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RcCOfpGhwUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KJZP43GiskQ/s72-c/CIMG2303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34979778.post-3427725066166457415</id><published>2007-01-29T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:12:17.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in response to all the childish tags, flaming a tagboard is very very childish so in actual fact, you are proving me right. i wrote in my previous entry that you people were being childish and it has indeed been proven so thank you for helping me prove my point. i stand by what i believe in so don't expect to change my mind. if you can convince me that i am wrong then i will apologise. i have noticed an error in my previous post so i will apologise for that. i should not have generalized barker boys as there are a few exceptions like ian so i am sorry if it has been taken the wrong way, it was not intended to insult the whole of barker. some of the people at the party were decent and friendly like chubbs who said hi to me and joshua lee who has helped me a lot(i am very grateful for your help!). i shan't name names but some of the others were much less than decent and you know who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to josh: you are making the same mistake i did by generalizing boys. not all boys are that childish so you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whoever said "go f*** your girlfriend": i didn't say that my friends did not use vulgarities but just because they use vulgarities doesn't make it right for you to use them. two wrongs don't make a right and i do not support them using such words. however, my friends did not ask ian to f*** me, my friends did not use the word against me so i do have a right to be angry that it was used in that particular instance. even your friends knew you were wrong, thats why they said, "ssshhhh" and "shut up! don't say it so loudly!" or something along those lines. how can you try to defend a statement like that? it is so obvious who is at fault here. if i am wrong, i will learn from my mistake and apologise for it so why can't you do the same? can you honestly say that it was right to say such a thing? i don't think so...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to anons: if you don't have the balls to leave your names, don't waste your time tagging. for your information, this is my blog, my diary so i have every right to state my opinion as this is MY blog. if you aren't happy with my opinion, don't read my blog! it's as simple as that! and just for the record, i did say hi to people. also, i'm not two faced, what you see is what you get. i can be extremly nice, if you are nice to me and i can be extremly mean, if you are mean to me. i respect those who respect me first and i wasn't given respect at the party. maybe all of you are very nice people deep down inside but i didn't see the nice side of you so that is my opinion of you. if you are so unhappy with it then change it instead of comment on it. actions speak louder than words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-3427725066166457415?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/3427725066166457415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=3427725066166457415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/3427725066166457415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/3427725066166457415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-response-to-all-childish-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-8925371035004294690</id><published>2007-01-28T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T14:29:49.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ian's "surprise" birthday party was on 26th jan at bryan's place. it was ok but not exactly what i wanted. out of all his friends, i think cephas is the most decent. the rest didn't bother to introduce themselves or say anything to the people they didn't know like sara, michelle, nicolaus and me. cephas spoke to everyone regardless of whether he knew them or not. also, i think any literate person is capable of writing a message so why is it so hard for barker boys to do so??? they just love making things difficult for me!!! well thank you cephas and zhen yang for actually co-operating and making my life slightly easier. another thing that bugs me, i don't think it's very appropriate to shout "go f*** your girlfriend" when the girlfriend is standing less than 2 metres away. boys should learn their manners! the party was basically a group of barker boys talking, sara freezing in the pool and michelle, nic, ian and myself talking at the other end of the pool. definitely not what i expected...i'm soo sorry! it wasn't a surprise, i didn't get to sing TIPY, you got punched (i think that is soo childish! and it's not a guy thing cos independant boys don't do that) and people were so unfriendly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian's birthday dinner was on 27th jan at garibaldi. that was way more successful! i think i spent a couple of hours getting ready...i had to do my nails, put on a facial mask, shower, do my hair and change. i wore the purple french connection spag, jeans, pretty purple heels and a black shawl plus i carried my mum's ferragamo evening bag. &lt;br /&gt;my conversation with my mum:&lt;br /&gt;i am playing with my earrings&lt;br /&gt;mum-nice earrings, are they the ones ian bought for you?&lt;br /&gt;me-uh huh&lt;br /&gt;mum-how much did he spend?!&lt;br /&gt;me-dunno&lt;br /&gt;mum-where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;me-garibaldi&lt;br /&gt;mum-is ian going?&lt;br /&gt;me-it's his birthday dinner!&lt;br /&gt;mum-oh no! i better give him a red packet&lt;br /&gt;me-er...ok&lt;br /&gt;mum-he's a nice boy but just be friends ok?&lt;br /&gt;i looked away&lt;br /&gt;mum-you should have many boyfriends, at one point of time i had about ten.&lt;br /&gt;my mother is the only mother who encourages her daughter to cheat :s but rest assured, i will NOT cheat. it's against my morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met xingting at kap and her parents sent us there. the jam was soooo bad! when we arrived joshua, zhen yang, cephas and ian were there so we still had to wait for sara and nicolaus. i had risotto with scallops and fois gras :) yum!! for dessert i had panna cotta but i think the best dessert there is the chocolate lava cake...its heavenly!! it was kinda quiet at the start of the dinner but towards the end it got so noisy i think everyone in the restaurant was annoyed. they went to play pool afterwards so joshua and cephas tried to teach me how to play bridge but i don't think i got it. we played 4 games of tai tee and i won all 4 games...just admit it, i'm good ;) joshua was soo mean! he didn't let me take a picture of his mickey mouse pants! we booked 2 cabs after walking around aimlessly. i sent ian home and joshua became miss ong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in preparation for ian's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw47pGhwJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IUvUnf9jIxM/s1600-h/CIMG2247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw47pGhwJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IUvUnf9jIxM/s320/CIMG2247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024953881535299730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw5wJGhwKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ddJAyU8LGyo/s1600-h/CIMG2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw5wJGhwKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ddJAyU8LGyo/s320/CIMG2249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024954783478431906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pretty cake! which by the way was edible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw6gpGhwLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0cNaC_KVTww/s1600-h/CIMG2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw6gpGhwLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0cNaC_KVTww/s320/CIMG2262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024955616702087346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake sara bought for the pizza party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw7TJGhwMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kbCJsnX4tU8/s1600-h/CIMG2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw7TJGhwMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kbCJsnX4tU8/s320/CIMG2269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024956484285481154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make a wish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw7-ZGhwNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nr19pneaAdg/s1600-h/CIMG2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw7-ZGhwNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nr19pneaAdg/s320/CIMG2272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024957227314823378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutting the cake with the back of a spoon :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw8zZGhwOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zl1hAvw3zsU/s1600-h/CIMG2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw8zZGhwOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zl1hAvw3zsU/s320/CIMG2273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024958137847890146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group photo at garibaldi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw9zpGhwPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1Rq54fQ4zSM/s1600-h/CIMG2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw9zpGhwPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1Rq54fQ4zSM/s320/CIMG2286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024959241654485234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw-vJGhwQI/AAAAAAAAABE/LXG1pu84MXY/s1600-h/CIMG2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw-vJGhwQI/AAAAAAAAABE/LXG1pu84MXY/s320/CIMG2278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024960263856701698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panna cotta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RbxAPZGhwRI/AAAAAAAAABM/nM01lF5p6PU/s1600-h/CIMG2279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RbxAPZGhwRI/AAAAAAAAABM/nM01lF5p6PU/s320/CIMG2279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024961917419110674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate lava cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RbxBMpGhwSI/AAAAAAAAABU/g_q2eK3WtnY/s1600-h/CIMG2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RbxBMpGhwSI/AAAAAAAAABU/g_q2eK3WtnY/s320/CIMG2281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024962969686098210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may all your wishes come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RbxCWpGhwTI/AAAAAAAAABc/w91BN9BaWX8/s1600-h/CIMG2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/RbxCWpGhwTI/AAAAAAAAABc/w91BN9BaWX8/s320/CIMG2287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024964240996417842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-8925371035004294690?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TV3KRDkJvM8/Rbw47pGhwJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IUvUnf9jIxM/s72-c/CIMG2247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34979778.post-116972648919931850</id><published>2007-01-25T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:01:29.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;IAN'S BIRTHDAY IS ON 1ST FEBURARY!!! &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116972648919931850?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116972648919931850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>[x] High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Holes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cheetah Girls&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Halloween Town High&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cadet Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far : 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Get a Clue&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Motocrossed&lt;br /&gt;[x] Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pocahontas&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pocahontas 2&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lady and the Tramp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lady and the Tramp 2&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Parent Trap (original)&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Parent Trap (with Lindsay Lohan)&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Little Mermaid 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mary Poppins&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Fox and the Hound&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dumbo&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pinocchio&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bambi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Basil: The Great Mouse Detective&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Rescuers Down Under&lt;br /&gt;[x] Toy Story&lt;br /&gt;[x] Toy Story 2&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lion King&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lion King 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;[x] Peter Pan 2&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fantasia&lt;br /&gt;[  ] The Three Caballeros&lt;br /&gt;[x] Alice in Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sleeping Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] 101 Dalmatians&lt;br /&gt;[x] 102 Dalmatians&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Sword in the Stone&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Jungle Book&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Aristocats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Robin Hood&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Oliver and Company&lt;br /&gt;[x] Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;[x] Beauty and the Beast 2&lt;br /&gt;[x] Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;[x] Aladdin: Return of Jafar&lt;br /&gt;[x] Aladdin: The King of Thieves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Finding Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Monsters, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hercules&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mulan&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mulan 2&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tarzan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Hunchback of Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Emperor's New Groove&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bed Knobs and Broomsticks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pete's Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Who Framed Roger Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;[x] James and the Giant Peach&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mighty Ducks&lt;br /&gt;[x] A Bug's Life&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A Goofy Movie&lt;br /&gt;[x] An Extremely Goofy Movie&lt;br /&gt;[x] Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Around the World in 80 Days&lt;br /&gt;[x] Confessions of a Teenage Drama&lt;br /&gt;Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pirates of the Carribean&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pirates of the Caribean: Dead&lt;br /&gt;Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;[x] National Treasure&lt;br /&gt;[x] Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;[x] Princess Diaries 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;[x] Honey I Shrunk the Kids&lt;br /&gt;[  ] A Muppet Christmas Carol&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ice Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have watched 69 disney movies! golly gosh! i am a big disney fan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116947929164372308?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116947929164372308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was seriously rough! i thought i was going insane and i think i excreted enough water to fill a pond! but at least it is over and i am happy once again. he came over at 2.30pm today and we sat at the park to talk. we both ended up crying and making up :) i shan't go into the details as i am too tired to recall what happened. honestly, its all a blurr to me right now. i can't really remember much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks sooo much joshua and bryan! poor people had to stay up uber late to listen to me complain, i really appreciate it :) i think joshua only got to sleep at 6am+ cos of ian and i. very sorry abt that! although, i don't think either of them read my blog so this is kinda pointless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian, i don't know why you thought there was another guy but believe me, there never will be another guy! i see you almost everyday and if i'm not with you, chances are i'm on the phone with you. i'm soo sorry! i know i get pissed at minor things and its usually nothing. i know i over react and i have a very very bad temper. i also know that i can be very unreasonable but i am trying to change, its just very hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116913752496308719?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116913752496308719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116913752496308719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116913752496308719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116913752496308719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116905625648665861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116905625648665861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116905625648665861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-not-supposed-to-hurt-this-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116905040987364717</id><published>2007-01-18T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:13:29.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>barely hanging on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116905040987364717?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116905040987364717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116905040987364717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116905040987364717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116905040987364717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/01/barely-hanging-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116902888812375383</id><published>2007-01-17T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:14:48.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have created another blog so that i can rant without anyone knowing. please don't try to find this other blog cos it is supposed to be private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood: pissed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116902888812375383?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116902888812375383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116902888812375383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116902888812375383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116902888812375383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-created-another-blog-so-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116886156731107890</id><published>2007-01-15T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T19:46:07.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;22 = ghetto&lt;br /&gt;22-33 = average&lt;br /&gt;34-45 = spoiled&lt;br /&gt;45+ = way upperclass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check each that applys...&lt;br /&gt;Do u have:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mother&lt;br /&gt;[x] Father&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sister&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Brother&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Nephew&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Niece&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cell phone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Own bathroom&lt;br /&gt;[x] Own room&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hot tub&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Guest room&lt;br /&gt;[x] Computer, Laptop or Desktop&lt;br /&gt;[x] TV in room&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fullsize or bigger bed&lt;br /&gt;[x] More then 8 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;[x] Watch&lt;br /&gt;[x] MP3 Player/iPod&lt;br /&gt;[ ] PS2&lt;br /&gt;[ ] PS3&lt;br /&gt;[x] Xbox&lt;br /&gt;[x] Nitendo DS or PSP&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gameboy/ Advance&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gamecube&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wii&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Basketball hoop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Air hockey table&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pool table&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ping pong table&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fooseball table&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Trampoline&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Nightstand&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stereo/radio in bedroom&lt;br /&gt;[x] DVD player&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have something from abercrombie&lt;br /&gt;and fitch or hollister&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shopped at AE&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shopped at AERO&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shopped at hollister/Abercrombie &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Fitch&lt;br /&gt;[ ] owns a Gucci, Dooney &amp; Bourke, LV,&lt;br /&gt;Coach etc.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wears Lacoste&lt;br /&gt;[x] Parents give you their credit card&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Job&lt;br /&gt;[x]Goes shopping at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Expensive cologne/perfume&lt;br /&gt;[ ] AIM/IM&lt;br /&gt;[x] Camera&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Electric or gas&lt;br /&gt;scooter/motorcyle/car&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Guitar/Drums/Bass guitar/ukulele&lt;br /&gt;[x]Piano/Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Any other instrument&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hammock&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;[x] Traveled out of the state&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had a personal trainer&lt;br /&gt;[x] expensive jewelry&lt;br /&gt;[x] Met a celebrity/famous person&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Straightener/curling iron&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Have been to a batting cage&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have $100 on you right now&lt;br /&gt;[x] Credit card or atm card/debit&lt;br /&gt;card/gift card&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been To NYC&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to LA&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Florida&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to the Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to South America&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to the Caribean&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Michigan&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to DC&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Parents have a car&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Jet Ski&lt;br /&gt;[x] Camper/tent&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to 5+states in the US&lt;br /&gt;[x] 100+ buddies on friendster/myspace&lt;br /&gt;[ ]More than one house&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Home cooked meal almost every day&lt;br /&gt;[x]Been in a limo&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;[x] Own a camcorder&lt;br /&gt;[x] Own a laptop&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 38 (spoiled) gee, tell me something i don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116886156731107890?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-34979778.post-116878846965740285</id><published>2007-01-14T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:27:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I learnt a long time ago that when you have a cheerleader, you never give her up"-Donald Trump&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116878846965740285?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116878846965740285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116878846965740285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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late! had to drop angelica off at the hospital first. shiyou gave me my belated birthday present and i gave all of them their belated christmas presents. thanks for the present! i really loved it! we ate at nydc and it was really nice catching up with all of them! i had the three amigos pasta and michelle and i shared a mango mousse cake and boo boo. they told me all their stories about jc and i just listened. su and shiyou tried convincing me to go to ac and i have decided that i will go if michelle goes and if i can get in. they were really encouraging and all. after lunch, i took the bus to gleneagles to see my mum. i was bored to death in the hospital so angelica and i took photos which are too stupid to be posted on my blog! we cabbed home at abt 5pm then i cooked dinner :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/986013/CIMG2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/411634/CIMG2240.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mango mousse cake and boo boo. yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/689787/CIMG2241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/733062/CIMG2241.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116868793870693339?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116868793870693339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116868793870693339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116868793870693339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116868793870693339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-woke-up-got-ready-then-took-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116868362884523722</id><published>2007-01-13T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:23:37.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up and was really moody. i think my pms happens during my period instead of before. had leftover pasta for lunch then bummed around till 4pm. i then decided to take a bus to see icks cos he wasn't listening to me on the phone. its like he was physically present but his mind was somewhere else. arrived at his place at 5pm and we walked around till we found somewhere to sit. we talked and talked but i have no idea what conclusion we came to. you never told me that you won't be allowed out on weekdays, you will be busy with training and tuition on weekends and you can't use the com on weekdays. gosh! i will miss you uber much!!! the thought of that makes me wanna cry. thing is, even if i see you everyday in school, i won't be spending quality time with you so there is no point. after our talk, i walked to the mrt but i got lost. eventually i found it and i took the train to orchard then i walked all the way to st martin's drive even though i had no idea where it was. met carrot and the things at the entrance then mandy and squishy came down to get us. it was good fun with 0506! carrot baked a really yummy cake! we ate, took photos and kerry and i tried to do a stupid dance but i'm not sure what we ended up doing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerleaders eat a LOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/951719/CIMG2201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/626613/CIMG2201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/522728/CIMG2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/791249/CIMG2204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrot's yummy cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/47485/P1120330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/852192/P1120330.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday mandy and nat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/988901/P1120339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/415419/P1120339.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanna is very very sick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/815285/P1120341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/282317/P1120341.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group photo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/826683/P1120364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/432432/P1120364.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;witty t-shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/591725/CIMG2216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/424729/CIMG2216.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanning in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/589310/CIMG2222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/546037/CIMG2222.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess why i couldn't go in??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/188434/CIMG2219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/349174/CIMG2219.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice toe touch chins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/529027/CIMG2228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/587650/CIMG2228.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat and bev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/823436/CIMG2229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/183223/CIMG2229.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double hitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/973265/P1120399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/174193/P1120399.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrot's heel stretch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/656548/P1120414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/809156/P1120414.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/57802/CIMG2234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/664632/CIMG2234.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116868362884523722?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116868362884523722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116868362884523722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116868362884523722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116868362884523722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday-woke-up-and-was-really-moody.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116858566224737314</id><published>2007-01-12T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:23:46.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe the reason i keep saying "oh we'll have sooo much fun in ac" then saying "i'm not going there anymore" is because i don't even know what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons for going to ac:&lt;br /&gt;-i've always wanted to go there&lt;br /&gt;-i will be in the same Christian environment&lt;br /&gt;-i have friends there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons for not going to ac:&lt;br /&gt;-i don't even think i can get in (sara, you know that there is a great possibility of that happening so don't tell me that its bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;-icks will ignore me (you weren't there, you didn't see it, i know its hard to believe but its true)&lt;br /&gt;-i will become all paranoid when i see icks with girls&lt;br /&gt;-i thought badminton was bad but oh my! swimming is even worse!&lt;br /&gt;-people hate me there&lt;br /&gt;-frog is there and so is THAT girl!&lt;br /&gt;-i will be very distracted&lt;br /&gt;-i don't have a cca to join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just as confused as you are! maybe i like the idea of the perfect jc life you described in ac but the reality is, the world is not so kind. its really easy to say all of that will happen by just going to ac but it won't. i want that perfect jc life just as much as you do but i am not going to get my hopes up too high because i will be crushed when reality hits me and i find out that it will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its hard to believe that he ignores me cos we are soo close when we are together but when his friends are there, its like i don't even know him. his friends will be there everyday in jc and being ignored is not something i can get used to. you say you won't ignore me but i find it very hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;picnic: you ignored me before joanna arrived so don't tell me you thought i was busy talking to joanna&lt;br /&gt;beta's party: you ignored me the moment we stepped into the room even though you promised not to leave me. don't tell me you thought i was busy talking to the 3 girls cos i was left alone before i even met them.&lt;br /&gt;airport: i was not busy talking on the phone. you left me alone therefore i decided to call sara because i felt so alone! you didn't look at me once! it took you half an hour to realise that i was gone! i was standing alone outside starbucks like some idiot while you were inside talking to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;i do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;expect you to talk to me all the time but i would acknowledge a stranger more than you acknowledge me when your friends are around! you promised to not leave me alone numerous times but you always broke that promise! why should i believe that your promise means something this time?! when i go to jc and find out that you've broken your promise, there is no way out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things were so much simpler before the opposite sex entered my life. before frogy and during frogy, it was ac all the way but now, the thought of being in the same school as him and her makes me sick! then you came along and the whole jc thing got more complicated. don't get me wrong, i definitely do not regret meeting you. i think it was the best thing that happened to me this year and i do love you but things are just complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how scared i am! deep down, i know i can't get in. i am sick of people telling me how smart i am because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I AM NOT SMART!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;so stop telling me that i am just because i've always been able to get by without studying. i actually think it makes me quite dumb! the whole world is telling me how much potential i have yet i can't be bothered to do anything about it. it seems rather daft to me. anyway, the thought of not being able to make it to jc scares me shitless. i think about it every single night before i go to bed and i toss and turn in bed for hours because i am too worried. i keep getting all sorts of dreams about me doing badly and i wake up sweating and panting. its hard to believe that i actually care about my results because its something i try my best to hide. nobody will see how ashamed and disappointed i am if i act like i don't care. well, the truth is, i do care and its driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line: i want to go to ac, i've always wanted to go to ac. its just that now, i've got other things to consider before i make my decision. one wrong choice and i could screw up my entire life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116858566224737314?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116858566224737314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116858345930769861?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116858345930769861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116858345930769861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116858345930769861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116858345930769861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='html'>today:&lt;br /&gt;woke up, had lunch then went out to meet icks so we could look for jobs. my wallet is very very sad right now cos i spent a whole lot of $$ today but i can't say why. oh well, it made me feel happy! although, it was quite embarrassing cos i had to go to toys r us, buy a lollipop and ask for the biggest bag they have so i could hide what i bought. icks and i walked around a lot of places aimlessly but obviously, we didn't find a job. we walked to newton and it started to rain then we cabbed to the park. what we did in the park is for me to know and you to find out ;) yup then dinner at home. my mum was sooo suspicious!!! it was scary!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116792282289426029?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-34979778.post-116784247814090627</id><published>2007-01-04T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T23:01:49.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up, cooked pasta for lunch then went to the gym. dad was sick so we didn't last very long at the gym. had dinner then watched two dvds. talked to icks after that and it was a rather emotional conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: &lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12.30pm but didn't get outta bed till 2pm. talked to icks for a while. sorry i made you worry! had lunch at 2.30pm then met icks at raffles city at 3.45pm. we sat at starbucks for a while but we were pretty quiet. icks wanted to go some place quieter so i suggested the esplanade. i prefer the esplanade to the bridge at clarke quay. we finally found a spot to sit and we talked for quite a long time. then we cabbed to the airport to send bryan off. i felt soo extra and ignored so i walked off to talk on the phone. after he left, icks and i went to fish &amp; co. his friends were there too. gee, they talk a lot!! we took the train to expo and walked around outside. i like standing there with you in the rain. it feels soo right and special :) i'm too lazy to update properly right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/718065/CIMG2192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/831904/CIMG2192.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/163711/CIMG2193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/319190/CIMG2193.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/71716/CIMG2196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/890594/CIMG2196.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, FYI TIPY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116784247814090627?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116784247814090627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116784247814090627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116784247814090627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116784247814090627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/01/wednesday-woke-up-cooked-pasta-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116765414142176121</id><published>2007-01-01T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T02:24:28.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i must say that this year's new year's eve was one of the best i've ever had. we had a room without parents, the most hilarious couple (nicolaus+ian=the biggest crappers ever!) and two of my favourite people (icks and rara). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at like 7.30am for church and i passed carrot the sizzlers christmas presents at church. thingOne was there too! was supposed to help debbie throw water on a guy but i missed! took a bus home after church and got ready for lunch. went to lei garden for lunch with my suitcase but i left my dress at home! i started freaking out but icks was soo nice! he cabbed to my hse to pick it up for me. thanks sooo much! i was supposed to take a nap cos i was dead tired but instead, i ended up going swimming. the pool was freezing!! icks wanted to know if it really was a mineral water pool so he drank the water (eewww!) and concluded that it really was mineral water. bathing with a bikini on is very very tough! we were in a rush so i took the shower and he took the bathtub. met rara then went to jasons. rara and icks both had dumb blonde moments in the supermarket and i am proud to say that i didn't! even the lady at the ham counter was laughing at them! i wanted to buy meatloaf and sara said,"how are we gonna cook the meatloaf?", my answer "meatloaf is already cooked! its supposed to be eaten cold!". icks said something really stupid too but i can't remember what it was. we bought yoghurt, ruffles, swiss miss, milk, ice, water, kickapoo, chocolate and cards. nicolaus arrived at 8.30pm but we were too hungry to wait for him so we ate first. icks cooked two types of pasta and rara cooked chicken drumsticks. nicolaus bought hyatt tiramisu! his friend arrived at 9pm+ and ian's friend arrived at 10pm+. i played tai tee with ian and rara. i won all three games. i played tai tee with ian, rara, daniel and i won 1 out of 2 games. nicolaus trying to play tai tee is very funny! him trying to fix a tv is even funnier! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they kept calling the operater like non-stop. once to bring up 5 extra towels, 2nd time to bring up 3 extra pillows, 3rd time to bring up 5 extra towels cos no one brought up extra towels the first time, 4th time to bring up a bottle opener for the bacardis, 5th time to fix the tv, 6th time to fix the tv again, 7th time to bring up a bottle opener for the champagne (which didn't need a bottle opener) and they even wanted to call for extra blankets! we are paying for the room but that doesn't mean you can make people rush around for you. they are not your servants and its quite sad that they have to work on new year's eve. you don't haffta make things harder for them just because we are fortunate enough to enjoy ourselves on new year's eve. oh and we shouldn't mess up the room cos we are paying people to clean it up for us. if cleaners get paid $6 an hour and they take 15minutes to clean our room then they are paid $1.50 to clean our room. we should make their job as easy as possible especially since they are working on new year's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor man couldn't fix the tv after running up and down twice so he brought up a working tv for us to use. we switched on the tv 5minutes before the count down and icks popped the champagne 10seconds too early. icks, rara, nicolaus, daniel, joel and i put our hands on the knife and cut the cake together. i went outside the room to look for the tv man so we could give him some tiramisu and icks followed me then something happened. i figured that if it really is gonna last forever then the something will eventually happen so i might as well make it happen at a perfect time such as new year's day. we did find the tv man in the end and we gave him a slice of tiramisu. after the count down, we cabbed to purvis street. i was stuck in a cab with the two biggest bullshitters and oh my! it was sooo funny!! nicolaus likes to say f*** a lot! we ended up walking to the pool place cos we went to the wrong pool place. met his friends landis and jermin at tcc and we sat down for a drink. they talked and they talked and they talked non-stop! and as usual, my stomach hurt from laughing. we walked back to the pool place and rara and i watched them play like ten games of pool! i thought they were gonna play like two games!!! i was bored to death and my stomach was painful! rara and i are very very hopeless at playing pool!! at 5am, they finally decided to stop and it took us half an hour to find a cab so we got back to the hotel at 5.45am!! after showering, i tried to sleep but someone was snoring soo loudly!! i don't know what time i eventually fell asleep but i woke up at 10am and went back to sleep till 10.30am then went back to sleep till 12pm. icks and i tried freaking sara out by pretending to make out under the blanket, it was sooo funny!! rara left and we lay in bed till 1.59pm then we scrambled to pack everthing. we checked out then i cabbed home and fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you icks!! very very much! i guess i kinda realised it when i was sitting on the sofa and you were sitting on the floor in front of me. you looked at me and said something and in my mind i was thinking "gee, i am sooo lucky to have him". i really can imagine us doing grocery shopping together at 30 but i just don't want to get my hopes up too high. i don't want to be hurt again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reflection on 2006:&lt;br /&gt;2006 was probably the worst year of my life. i have never ever felt so much pain before. i was miserable on new year's day 2006 and the misery continued till i met icks. i trusted you. you said that you would always love me and you would never leave me and i believed you but in one day, everything changed. you just "didn't love me anymore". you have no idea how much i suffered because of you! i knew everything abt my best friend for 3 years and in less than a month, i didn't know a single thing abt you. you changed soo much! and i personally think that you changed for the worse. well at least that phase of my life is over! icks, you are sooo special! meeting you was the best thing that happened to me this year. you brought me through Os and you really mean sooo much to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come as you are&lt;br /&gt;You've got nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;You won me with all that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how you've touched my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's so many ways, I just can't describe&lt;br /&gt;You taught me what love is supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;It's all the little things that made you beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in you is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Love you give shines right through me&lt;br /&gt;Everything in you is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year's resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;-make my life more Christ centred&lt;br /&gt;-control my temper&lt;br /&gt;-stop being soo lazy&lt;br /&gt;ok so the 2nd one is a bit hard and the 3rd one is almost impossible. i know new year's resolutions are hardly ever kept but i really do intend on keeping the 1st one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos from new year's eve and new year's day! rara has more and she also has the funniest video ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;champagne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/525558/CIMG2172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/124513/CIMG2172.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rara and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/660343/CIMG2162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/199306/CIMG2162.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/810956/CIMG2179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/867347/CIMG2179.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 icks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/313339/CIMG2181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/60791/CIMG2181.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116765414142176121?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116765414142176121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116765414142176121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116765414142176121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116765414142176121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-i-must-say-that-this-years-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116748135403656456</id><published>2006-12-30T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:22:34.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>remember i met 2 girls at beta's party? well i read one of the girl's blogs about beta's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh oh! went to robin's party with su. wasn't really rocking or anything but oh well, i made 2 new friends that night! haha. they are tiffany and kimberly. both are from MGS. haha. tiffany and i asked each other what cca we are in like 3 times? haha. we kept forgetting. but now, i remember, tiff is in cross country and kim's in cheer leading. kim look quite like barbie. really! even su agreed! she came into the room all serious and kinda shy. could see she felt kinda awkward at first. but i can't blame her. when me and su went into the room, we felt damn out of place. we barely know anyone there, due to the fact that robin invited people from different tuitions and, of cuz, some people from SJI. i only noticed kim when she got so excited over playing tennis. haha. apparently, she has a bf from acs br and she calls him dude. his name is ian, actually. robin said that ian would be muscular but ian is rather thin. kim even told us his trunk size. haha. such a cute couple. ian calls kim doofus and kim calls ian dude. haha. oh, kim has this english accent cuz she went to england for 3 or 4 years which makes her stand out more. she's rich man. she was carrying a guess handbag and was wearing a roxy bikini inside her blouse which i reckon, is branded too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! haha. su! i remembered robin saying another guy friend of his being muscular. the big chest guy. over rated man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had fun. after playing a little tennis, the four of us wanted to dance but since no one else was, we went downstairs but in the end, we settled down and chit chat instead. and oh boy, i feel damn bad cuz we were well, gossiping about someone. i was kinda grossed out all that. mmm. seems like he has a bad name and people seem to gossip a lot about him. even girls from girls school and blablabla. but i think one of the rumors is totally exaggerated. the one about him making out with his cousin in a movie? far out man. oh, and the M.O.S girls made his balls go blue? i think that's not true. i thought he went home alone straight after? duno. maybe the part where he did it before or the things that are in his room might be true. now i'm much more sure that we can't judge someone by the looks alone cuz seriously, he don't look like that kinda person. and ya, su, i was super taken aback in the room. remember that conversation i had with him? the one about his apologizing for not having my christmas present? when i joked with him and said,"why don't u buy me victoria secrets stuffs?" he said, "ya sure. as long as i can see u in them." he thought that victoria secrets stuffs are all underwear. mmm. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, su was really strong man. haha. she hit the tennis ball out of the fence. haha. hilarious. it ended up in another person's property."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i really look like barbie??!!! but i'm not rich though...although, i really wish i was. my house phones are all spoilt so if you wanna contact me, call my hp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i woke up at 12pm but only got my lazy ass outta bed at 1pm+ then i cooked lunch for myself cos everyone was out except the maids. i cooked pasta with white wine sauce cos i found an opened bottle of white wine in the fridge. went online after lunch hoping that there would be someone to talk to but unfortunately there wasn't. rara asked me to go tanning with her so i changed and cabbed to her place. the taxi driver didn't know where anything was!!! i wanted to go to hillcrest road but he wanted to take me to hillview!! then we wanted to go to sicc but he didn't know where it was nor did he know where sime road was!! plus he didn't speak english!! so you can imagine how hard it was for me to direct him!! well thank goodness we got there before the sun set. i am soooo fat!!! i can feel the fat just building up in my body! rara managed to get burnt but i am still the same colour! mum and dad picked me up and when i got home, i showered then put on a mask! now i am very very very bored!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;icks woke up at 1.30pm! he was supposed to wake up at 11.30am!! met him at 4pm+ at plaza sing. we ate at gelare, walked around carrefour then took the mrt to orchard. we walked all around isetan at wisma but i really couldn't find anything i liked. i had a $60 voucher that i thought i had to use by sunday (31st december 2006) so i was panicking and trying sooo hard to spend it. however, after i spent it, i realised that it expired on 31st december 2007! gee, i'm a genius huh? walked outside boss then went to orange julius. i bought an island shop dress for $19. it was soo cheap, i couldn't resist. headed over to paragon and gucci is having a sale! but the wallet i wanted to get for him was like $530!!! sorry, i don't have that much cash! we walked over to shaw so he could cut his hair. while he was cutting his hair, i bought him a burberry's polo tshirt for his belated christmas present. i wanted to get him white cos he loves wearing white but they didn't have white in his size! so i had to settle for dark blue. after he finished cutting his hair, we both had to rush off. i walked to the borders bus stop and i just missed the bus. i thought 7 went to sunset way but i was wrong! got off the bus at clementi ave 2 and walked all the way to sunset way!!! i was supposed to be at my grand aunt's house at 7pm but i reached there at 9pm!! and boy was i hungry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-34979778.post-116730658698899913</id><published>2006-12-28T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:12:21.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday:&lt;br /&gt;i woke up then met sara for a pedicure. i got red as usual. bought a log cake and christmas crackers then went home. the relatives came over for christmas dinner and i was bored as usual cos i have no one to talk to cos i am the oldest cousin. i think the next cousin closest to my age is 7 :s yup, basically that was what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;went to church then town to shop for presents with icks. talk about last minute shopping. i was supposed to pick rachel up from the airport but i fell asleep. the first thing she did when she came back was clog my toilet!!! i wish she just stayed in japan! after my nap, had dinner then baked christmas cookies from 8pm-12am+. boy! that was tiring! by the time i finished, everyone else was asleep so i had to run all over the hse to find my sister's christmas stocking so i could fill them. i found the stockings at 1am then i filled them, showered and fell asleep. i really hope they appreciated it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;mum had friends over for christmas lunch and i was bored again! out of all my mum's friend's kids, the closest to my age is like 11. took a nap after lunch then went to namly for dinner at some relative's house. i really don't talk to my relatives and this was the extended family so i was kinda silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go to sara's hse at 2pm but i wanted to wait for the rain to stop. it never stopped so i cabbed there at 4pm and we cabbed to island creamery so i got to eat the mini baked alaska. we cabbed back to her place so i wasted a lot of $$ on cab fares!! got ready for jeremy's party then icks came and her mum sent us to his house. his house is sooo darn nice! i &lt;3 the pool!! we were kinda extra cos we didn't know anyone so we just talked to each other...how anti-social! icks and i went to kap after then he walked me back to my place. a little bit of drama happened but i shall not elaborate. he took 1h 45min to get home and i was panicking!! he walked all the way to sixth avenue then he cabbed home. crazy dude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;its days like these when i think that we really can last forever but then one of my moods hits me and i become all pessimistic again. woke up, got ready then cabbed to the clinic with cerr. got $$ from mum then icks and shaun picked us up in a cab and we went to plaza sing. had lunch at long john silvers and watched night at the museum. shaun and angelica sat in front of ian and me. they were sooo silent! icks was hugging me during the movie and i was praying soo hard that they wouldn't turn around. after the movie we went to the arcade. i beat all 3 of them at car racing twice!! we saw this spoilt bratt at the arcade. she couldn't get the toy she wanted so she made her mum waste soo much money on one machine even though everyone else was waiting behind her. in the end, she still couldn't get the toy and she left crying. cerr and i cabbed home then i got ready for beta's party. i was planning on taking a bus to carrot's place to drop off presents but it was raining soo heavily so i couldn't. so sorry!! icks cabbed to my place to put down his stuff then we walked to beta's condo. at first it was soo strange cos i didn't talk to anyone and icks didn't talk to me! but after a while, i made new friends which is kinda amazing cos i am super duper anti-social! su, tiffany, germaine and i tried to play tennis but we were kinda bad so we ended up having a major gossip session. when everyone left, icks and i jumped into the pool. i was wearing a hot pink bikini and he was wearing baby pink trunks. he was freezing, it was sooo funny!! beta's mum thought we were skinny dipping :s beta came down when we were hugging! it was sooo strange!!! i think my face went bright red! he even watched us change after we got out of the pool! i really did not want to be in a bikini in front of him! i felt soo exposed! after, we walked to some place to eat prata. i actually ate outdoors! then we walked back to the park. it was deserted so i suggested we swim in the rain. its one of those crazy things i've always wanted to do but never done. so we swam in the rain! swinging in a bikini in the rain is very very cold!!! we gave up after like a few seconds cos it was soo cold! we found shelter and stayed there till abt 2am. i like hugs a lot!! we showered, ate more supper then i went upstairs to sleep. my stupid air-con was spoilt so i had to sleep with a fan! it was a special night and i liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;woke up then went downstairs to see dude who was still sleeping and he stole my bolster! we had lunch then i cabbed to town for the isetan private sale. i didn't buy anything! :( there was nothing that i wanted except for the dior and burberry's bags but they were too expensive. got 2 tshirts for icks though. then we came home for dinner and now i am bored!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116730658698899913?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116730658698899913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116730658698899913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-34979778.post-116680601722473548</id><published>2006-12-23T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:09:09.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday:&lt;br /&gt;went to au petit salut with mum and aunty celia (ex-miss hawaii!!). i had the soup of the day, beef onglet and creme brulee :) then we went to paragon and spent ages in crabtree and evelyn. my mum spent sooo much there!!! like over 1000! she bought 2 $200 hampers, 4 $75 hampers, 1 $100 hamper and tons of other things. i dropped off a hamper at a dental clinic in the medical department and we still needed two extra sales girls plus the three of us to carry the 9 bags to the car. after we dropped off the stuff, my mum bought a top from bcbg and i tried on a lot of dresses. um...bcbg size xs is too big for me :s i think there is something wrong with the sizes. we had tea at bakerzin, i ordered the valrhona chocolate with marshmallows :) then armani exchange! my mum was in a generous mood so i got to pick a dress from ax! but the one that i wanted didn't fit me properly so i got a different dress...the dress is soooo cute!!!!!! we picked up my dad, sent my mum for her facial and headed home for dinner. after dinner, we wrapped a bagillion presents!! it was tiring! but at least it is over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up early again cos ppl were screaming then went back to sleep till 1pm! had lunch then got ready to watch icks play soccer. mum dropped me off at dover mrt and i felt soo darn over dressed! i had to wear my dress out cos i didn't have time to go home and change before dinner. took the train to kallang then cabbed to the cage...i thought the cage was a nickname for the place but turns out that its actually called the cage! basically, i felt over dressed again and i had no idea what was going on but someone said that icks' team lost to nicolaus' team 25-5...how sad :s gee boys do stink when they play soccer! cabbed to icks' place after and waited for him to shower then cabbed to town. he had tea at tcc then i went to borders to meet michelle. we walked to isetan scotts (sara, pls remember that isetan scotts is the one at shaw not wisma!) and met sara. we wondered around then headed to hyatt. i had fusilli with prawns, olive pesto and sun dried tomatoes at pete's place and the chocolate dessert platter for dessert. we walked to taka after dinner and spied on icks and his family! the bus on the way home was soo ridiculously crowded!!! i would never have a kid unless i have a car! i don't think that its right to have a kid without a car. i mean, raising a kid is expensive and if i don't have enough $$ to get a car then i don't have enough to give my kid the life he/she deserves. i got soo fed up on the way home! stupid mother wouldn't answer her phone! i called 6 different numbers!! no one picked up!! when she finally did, she wouldn't tell me where she was and she asked me to take a cab home then she hung up and turned her phone off!!! BITCH!!! she doesn't give me money, i am super duper broke cos she wouldn't pay for any of my friends christmas presents so where the hell does she expect me to get $$ for a cab??!!! by then, i was already at farrer road and when i called home, i found out that there was money in the wallet in the kitchen!! got off the bus at chinese high and cabbed home cos i couldn't stand any longer, my feet were dying!! no one understands how horrid i feel...i hate it when she does that to me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116680601722473548?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116680601722473548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116680601722473548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116680601722473548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116680601722473548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday-went-to-au-petit-salut-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116662520833339831</id><published>2006-12-20T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:33:28.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright so now i am more confused than ever...i don't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;woke up, washed up, watched debbie travis painted house, had lunch, separated more m&amp;ms while i waited for icks to come. icks finally arrived and we watched superman returns. during the movie i put on a facial mask for him! i love putting on masks for other ppl! its soo fun! we went to boon tong kee for dinner and i had my favourite veg and tofu! :) then we wandered around courts (he thought it was ikea) and he made me go to this place where there were soo many bees! :( we walked back and played at the park, we hadn't been there in ages! it was fun :) but some stupid lady was hogging my swing! i talked with him and it ended in a hug but i am still worried abt soo many things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116662520833339831?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116662520833339831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116662520833339831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116662520833339831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116662520833339831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/12/alright-so-now-i-am-more-confused-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116654131027401137</id><published>2006-12-19T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:15:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today:&lt;br /&gt;woke up, had lunch, went to town and was very very bored waiting for my mum! finally went to united square to get some stuff then headed home for dinner. ok so today was a hell of a boring day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i talk to someone and they don't listen, half the time i feel like i'm talking to myself and no one is listening to me. i will go on and on and on abt something that is really bugging me and at the end of my long speech, the person just acts as if i said nothing! well i guess its not one particular person, a lot of ppl in my life are like that. i think i might even be like that! though it is terrible i must say! i really need someone to talk to now, someone to listen to all my problems and give me good advice. i think i am desperate for good advice right now. i have tons of problems! my problems range from friverlous ones to really deep ones. like what on earth can i get icks for christmas and my mother is being a pain in the ass! i can't stand ppl who have no sense of time! i hate it! she doesn't care who waits for her and everyone is wrong except for her!! she hates it when ppl cancel an appointment at my dad's clinic but how many times has she cancelled a reservation at a restaurant or a hair appointment, etc... its all the same! she can do no wrong in her eyes! and don't even get me started on how disorganised and unreasonable she is! i really can't take it anymore! christmas is becoming a drag! i remember when christmas was soo much fun! i really really miss those days...i just wish someone understood me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116654131027401137?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116654131027401137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116654131027401137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116654131027401137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116654131027401137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-woke-up-had-lunch-went-to-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116645659309136342</id><published>2006-12-18T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:43:13.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday: &lt;br /&gt;was very very boring! went to town and did some stuff that needed to be done, ate fried rice in the clinic, met my mum then took a cab home with rachel. slept in the afternoon and sent rachel to the airport after dinner. &lt;br /&gt;SHE IS GONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;went to church then met my family minus one in town. it felt more like a family with rachel gone...i looked at my sisters and my parents and we actually looked like a family! like no one could mistake rachel for my mother since she wasn't there. angelica spoke to me a lot more and natty is always fun to play with...i felt closer to my sisters with her gone. we did a whole lot of christmas shopping after lunch and boy was it tiring! my dad loves to chuck stuff into the basket, my mum loves to get distracted, angelica loves to whine ("can we go home noww!!") and natty loves to get lost.  basically, my family is very disorganised and it drove me nuts!! i fell asleep as soon as we got home but i was rudely woken up by my mum who is a very demanding person! she needed some presents immediately so i had to suffer. some relatives came over for dinner cos my mum made popiah. i finished off my christmas cards and i really hope everyone gets them cos i'm not sure if i put the right stamps on them. icks finally figured out how to use his webcam! so we had a video conversation, yayers!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9am then slept till 12.30pm when i finally dragged my sorry self out of bed. met icks in town at 2pm and we watched the holiday. after the movie, we walked and we walked and we walked some more. i bought yongs, carrot, thingOne and myself matching tops! its their christmas presents so next time we have our starbucks outing, we can all go matching! i also bought rara's present and i really really didn't know what to get so i figured that make up was the best solution. icks bought his mum and dad's presents and boy is he a fussy customer! had dinner at paragon then icks did some grocery shopping. the paragon taxi queue was massive!! it was the longest queue i have ever seen, my dad couldn't pick me up plus it was pourring and the phone lines for booking cabs were busy! i think there is something abt long taxi queues that makes me do strange things. icks asked if i wanted his dad to send me home and after looking at the queue for abt 5 minutes, i said yes! just before his dad came, he was shaking which made me even more nervous and i couldn't breathe! the whole time i was praying "please don't let me be seen in the rear view mirror!". yup so i am home now and very very tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116645659309136342?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116645659309136342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116645659309136342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116645659309136342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116645659309136342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-was-very-very-boring-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116634824145889674</id><published>2006-12-17T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T17:37:21.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its quite sad that in america, ppl can choose m&amp;ms that are already separated but in s'pore, poor souls like us have to separate them manually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/546444/CIMG2124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/468002/CIMG2124.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/408326/CIMG2127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/929344/CIMG2127.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116634824145889674?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116634824145889674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116634824145889674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116634824145889674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116634824145889674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-quite-sad-that-in-america-ppl-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116619729387979499</id><published>2006-12-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:41:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday: &lt;br /&gt;i am soo bored, so very bored. it makes me bored when skies are grey. you'll never know now, how bored i am now so please take my boredom away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU SOO DARN MUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up then had a very large breakfast. sausages, pate with mini biscuits and orange juice. went to meet icks and joshua at sixth avenue. i can't believe that i went all the way down there just to say bye then leave! what on earth possesed me to do so?! i think i know the answer but i'm soo scared that it may be true. took a bus to school and it felt good to walk into school in fbts knowing that i can't be booked. i walked all the way up to the 3rd level to find that our lockers were taken away and my pencil case as well as my chem book is now M.I.A. :( thingOne, carrot, yongs, den and twins were the only people at training! i don't understand whats happened to the squad!! michhy came around 12.30pm and training ended an hour early so i followed her to town at 1.00pm. she met joy and her bf for job interviews and i went to meet my mum. it took ages for me to get my mum out of the clinic and when i finally did, she got me a sony laptop :D it wasn't the one i wanted but the guy told me that the two laptops were the same just that the one with the built in camera was $1000 more expensive so he gave me a free webcam. i wanted pink but it was sold out everywhere so i had to settle for green. its ok though cos i love my new green sony laptop!! my mum also bought an antique looking phone and a canon photo printer thingy. gosh! she spent a bomb! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;was woken up at the unearthly hour of 9am!! i eventually got outta bed at 9.40am then mum, rachel, cerr, natty, jubilee and i headed to concourse. we bought wrapping paper, christmas cards, gift tags, chocolate, etc...mum sent us back home then i took a bus to ikea and carrot &amp; thingOne alighted the same bus. we took ages to find a table! i had meatballs, potato salad and daim cake for lunch :) yum! we spent like 3 hours in ikea and i bought a ton of stuff for christmas presents. we cabbed back to my place and separated m&amp;ms!! pictures of our pretty m&amp;ms will be uploaded later. we talked a lot abt things we're not supposed to know and all our stories. it was fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand it when ppl scream in the house! was woken up at 9am!! went back to sleep till 12pm then got ready to go to town. had lunch at home then left. picked up some stuff at armani then headed to kino to buy something for someone who is M.I.A. i was soo sad cos i didn't get what i wanted but i guess it was second best. michelle and i went to cine to watch eragon but we were early so we went to tcc for drinks and the strawberry mousseline thingy. i really should stick to my raspberry tea freeze and not be adventurous. eragon was a good show but i can't stand trilogies cos by the time the next movie comes out, you forget what happened in the previous movie. went to my dad's clinic after the show, waited for him, got bored, went to cold storage, bought more m&amp;ms and he was finally done. grandparents picked us up for dinner and we went to rtc's dining room. i had the appetizer bar, cream of brocolli soup, rib-eye steak with red wine sauce and mango souffle. i was soo stuffed by the end of dinner, i couldn't walk! i never realised how much my family spends on eating out...gee its a lot! after i showered, jelly cerr helped me sort more m&amp;ms but even though we sorted 3 more packets, the amount of m&amp;ms didn't seem to increase :s i guess i need more m&amp;ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up, cooked pasta for lunch, got ready then mum sent me to hyatt. she bought me champagne truffles and chocolate croissants :) went to borders and found out how much i had on my gift card. who would have thought that it would be hard for me to shop? i spent ages trying to find something to buy and eventually, i bought p.s. i love you, if only you could see me now, prestige, seventeen and two pens. i must have walked around borders like ten times! met yongs at centrepoint and dropped off our stuff then met carrot and thingOne at starbucks. we talked and i had my hot chocolate :) walked around afterwards then yongs and i took an mrt to city hall to meet bingho and andrew. we took an mrt to simei and someone's mum picked us up. icks is sooo mean!!!! we travelled all the way there and he tells us to go home! plus he called me annoying and not in a joking way, he meant it :(  oh he hung up on me too. the sadest thing is that when i woke up that morning, i started jumping around cos i was soo excited that i would get to see him. i am sooo pissed!! we watched some skits then we took a bus back to the mrt station, took the mrt to clementi and my dad picked us up and dropped bingho and andrew at the market. yongs and i ate when we got home then movies! stick it and save the last dance 2 but we kinda fell asleep during the second movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9 and went back to sleep as usual. woke up again at 11.30pm, washed up and had lunch. we took a bus to city hall and i took the train to tanah merah to pick up icks. we cabbed to his place and i waited for him then we cabbed to my place and watched d.o.a and he fell asleep...pig! he had to go back for dinner so he left and i fell asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116619729387979499?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116619729387979499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116619729387979499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116619729387979499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116619729387979499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/12/monday-i-am-soo-bored-so-very-bored_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116584541345301502</id><published>2006-12-11T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:56:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am soooo bored! got this from yongsie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Song playing at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Reasons for living?&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think you're ok?&lt;br /&gt;no not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever donated blood?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fav. colours?&lt;br /&gt;PINK!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;6. Accessories you usually wear?&lt;br /&gt;earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One song to describe a heartbreak in the past.&lt;br /&gt;bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last place you went to?&lt;br /&gt;my dad's clinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person you went out with?&lt;br /&gt;my mum to buy my laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most exciting sport?&lt;br /&gt;CHEER NO QUESTION! I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS REMEMBER THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ever had a baby? &lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Movie you wanna watch?&lt;br /&gt;eragon and the holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Any piercing?&lt;br /&gt;ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most romantic gift?&lt;br /&gt;i guess my birthday presents from icks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Act on stage before?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Struck by lightning before?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Danced with your loved ones before?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ever wished you could turn back time?&lt;br /&gt;yup i do but i know that all things happen for a reason so time shouldn't be turned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What would you do if you woke up one day to find yourself to be with someone from the opposite sex? &lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. One song that's meaningful to you?&lt;br /&gt;mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Missing whoever now?&lt;br /&gt;ICKS! RARA! actually a lot of ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What will you be doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;going to ikea with carrot and thingone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ever thought of robbing a bank?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. One thing you really regret doing or have done?&lt;br /&gt;i regret a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do people like you?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the last game you played on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;i don't play computer games but i was sooo bored this afternoon that i played solitare, hearts and freecell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. people who mean a lot to you at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots and lots of ppl. icks, rara, michelle, shiyou, suyee, yongs, carrot, thingone, thingtwo (i haven't seen you in ages!!), etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The colour of your bed?&lt;br /&gt;purple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you hate someone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;hate is a very strong word so no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What do you wish to happen now?&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna do well for Os!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you ate pizza?&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Ever been given a ring?&lt;br /&gt;i gave myself a ring when i was small :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do people think you're weird?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Movies now showing that you hate?&lt;br /&gt;i dislike horror shows but not hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Most important thing in your room?&lt;br /&gt;my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last movie watched?&lt;br /&gt;deck the halls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Last television show watched?&lt;br /&gt;so you think you can dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who is the person you want to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;icks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever called a person useless?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Where did you take your friendster default pic?&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;ck boxers and a big tshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of problems but right now, i think the biggest problem is boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What makes you most happy? &lt;br /&gt;icks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Has anyone close to you died recently?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you ever watch mtv?&lt;br /&gt;occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What is someone that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;who is someone that really annoys you? or what is something that really annoys you? rachel and being broke respectively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to do this: &lt;br /&gt;i can't think of anyone who has access to a com right now and has a blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116584541345301502?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116584541345301502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116584541345301502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116584541345301502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116584541345301502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-soooo-bored-got-this-from-yongsie.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116575244604955754</id><published>2006-12-10T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:07:26.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is the number 1 rule for dating?? never ever ever under any circumstance tell a girl that she is fat!!! hello? like who doesn't know that?? well apparently icks doesn't know that! &lt;br /&gt;he said,"you know what i realised? your waist is quite big for a girl."&lt;br /&gt;to him, quite always means very! FOR YOUR INFORMATION, 27 is not my waist size!!! it is the size of the pants i buy to wear on my hips!!! has anyone ever seen me wearing something on my waist?! my waist is 24!!! and i am very happy with it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok forget abt that, i have an announcement to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IAN CHEW KAI SHEONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFORMING LIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY 14TH DECEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE NIGHT ONLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SKIT AND A SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPPER CHANGI ROAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE FOR ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE TAG MY TAGBOARD OR SMS ME FOR MORE DETAILS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116575244604955754?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116575244604955754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116575244604955754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116575244604955754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116575244604955754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-is-number-1-rule-for-dating-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116550271181384852</id><published>2006-12-07T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:45:11.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: December 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may watch someone from afar before you finally decide to make your move.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time for you to develop an attraction to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you prefer to pick who you love. Anyone who tries to rush you is in for some heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 2nd, 11th, 20th, and 29th of the month.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Born Under:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatyearwereyoubornunderquiz/snake.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular and crafty, you are a master at the art of seduction.&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent and intuitive - and make a savvy businessperson.&lt;br /&gt;You live life to the fullest, even if it means maxing out your credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;Many people are secretly (and hopelessly) in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with a Rooster or Ox.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyearwereyoubornunderquiz/"&gt;What Year Were You Born Under?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life is 73% Perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howperfectisyourlifequiz/perfect-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty darn perfect. You don't have much to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, your life is occasionally less than perfect. But you're usually too happy to notice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howperfectisyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Perfect is Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 8% Nerdy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hownerdyareyouquiz/nerd-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely not nerdy - in fact, you probably don't know any nerds.&lt;br /&gt;You probably care a little too much about your image. No one will know if you secretly watch Star Trek reruns!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownerdyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Nerdy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116550271181384852?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116550271181384852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116550271181384852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116550271181384852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116550271181384852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/12/your-birthdate-december-2-you-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116549330161911951</id><published>2006-12-07T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:36:07.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jazzy inspired me to do shout outs! so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/652029/CIMG1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/497342/CIMG1980.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icks dear, you really need to learn how to smile! :) but its ok, i like you anyway. what on earth would i do without you?! you brought me through the whole O level period and i definitely couldn't have done it without you. i'm sooo grateful for everything you have done for me and putting up with me takes a whole lot of effort and perseverence so i haffta congratulate you for lasting this long! approximately 2 months or by your count, 2 months 5 days. you can make me do things that no one else can make me do and you are really really special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Forever You &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/348835/CIMG0975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/585904/CIMG0975.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rara!! my bestest shopping buddy!! you are really a great friend and you have helped me through a lot of things! imagine if you weren't there when frogy broke up with me, i think i would have died! you can be serious and you can be totally crazy which is just the kinda friend i need. i think outta everyone, you understand me best. i mean, who else would understand all those stupid and crazy things we say and do??!! you gave me sooo much confidence, my life just wouldn't be the same without you!&lt;br /&gt;sara, you're my dumb blonde hottie!! &lt;3 friends forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHELLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/356656/CIMG2045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/794019/CIMG2045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my seating partner for 1 1/2 years! i can't imagine being in A2 without you! i think if i didn't meet you, i would still be that quiet girl who never said a word. you listened to all my crap for like 1 1/2 years and i still don't know much abt your halves. i really should listen more huh? i think you're the most motherly out of our group of 8, well you and shiyou and you are oh soo smart!! even weilin asks you questions! you are the master of physics, chem and chinese! don't forget my doughnut shop when you open your kindergarten! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIYOU(SHANNEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/85474/CIMG2091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/903624/CIMG2091.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for inviting me to worship! it was kinda the start of me becoming a christian again. you would really go a long way for your friends and i'm grateful for that. will miss you truck loads when you go to trinity!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUYEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/430036/CIMG2042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/165888/CIMG2042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE ON MY LAST NERVE". now everytime i hear that, i will think of you! you are definitely not fat, no matter what you say! i know you will make it to VJC so all the best there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/178187/CIMG1686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/280931/CIMG1686.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melly welly!! you make me laugh a lot!! you are sooo amazingly smart yet you have the craziest ideas! so where is our 5 day holiday and our christmas party?? good luck with joel and good luck in hwa chong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAIYEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/245801/CIMG0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/855947/CIMG0813.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most diciplined class chairperson ever! and part of our group of 8. i think you could possibly be a president's scholar one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAZZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/843364/CIMG1327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/910933/CIMG1327.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the shout out! &lt;3 much love! i don't think mrs tan ever grew to like us and i think she still expects us to be back next year since we are sec 2? i'm gonna really miss those library days too! free periods were so much more fun with you and munch! you are soo smart too! and your geog is way better than mine! an A2 is much better than a B4!! i think i've let you listen to a fair amount of crap too so i guess we're even? don't forget to keep smiling! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANSHEEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/93727/CIMG0826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/433652/CIMG0826.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've known you since sec2 from those days when my house was your second home to those library days in sec3 and 4 till now. its been really great having you as a friend! i'm not really sure how charis and i grew apart from sec2 to sec3 but i'm glad that we still remained friends! boys come and go but friends are forever! i guess we really experienced that huh? we were there during each others break ups and during the good times as well. remember, if you ever need someone to listen to you, i'm always here! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEBBIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/511922/CIMG2095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/844521/CIMG2095.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bio buddy! you brighten up the class with your guitar! everyone from all across the level and even the school come to A2 to listen to debbie and her famous guitar. thanks soo much for inviting me to church camp! i read your blog whenever you update and you are such an inspiration! one of the most holy people i know, i think just reading your blog is enough to make anyone believe in God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KYRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/860952/RIMG0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/575413/RIMG0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yongsie is like totally amazing!! she can dance, she can sing, she can tumble, she can cheer and she's oh soo nice!! one of my favourite juniors! i know you guys can win nationals 2007 and i know you will definitely train hard! we must have starbucks again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARROT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/458748/IMG_2291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/576477/IMG_2291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrot is super duper nice! i think you were one of the first few sizzlers i spoke to. we had a ton of great sizzler outings and we should have lots lots more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/529016/CIMG0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/870678/CIMG0297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanna and xueqi! i think out of all the sizzlers, i was closest to you two. don't be scared! be bold, shake hard and shout loudly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm very tired and i think thats all the shout outs i wanna do! i guess it kinda got shorter and shorter as i went along but oh well, i guess i will edit it another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116549330161911951?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116549330161911951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116549330161911951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116549330161911951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116549330161911951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/12/jazzy-inspired-me-to-do-shout-outs-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116541130374340123</id><published>2006-12-06T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:21:45.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 11.30am and rushed to pack for camp. got to kap at abt 12.55pm (i am never late!) then shiyou's dad sent us to st andrew's village. we got there at abt 1.30pm so we put our stuff in the dorm and went for worship. we were in group F and we met our group at worship. our group consisted of mark bala, debbie, bryan, melissa, andre, gabriel, neil, shiyou and me. after worship, there were very dirty games!! i will try to list them all if i can remember them&lt;br /&gt;1. arranging the books of the old testament in order&lt;br /&gt;2. crawling through detergent, water and egg then sticking our heads in chicken stock then running&lt;br /&gt;3. some puzzle thingy&lt;br /&gt;4. another puzzle thingy but everytime we got something wrong, a water bomb was thrown at us&lt;br /&gt;5. trying to extinguish candles&lt;br /&gt;6. running to a bar of soap covered in mud, grass and chilli sauce (i had to rub it on my butt, my forehead and my nose)&lt;br /&gt;7. human bowling but it was sooo slippery, everyone ended up rolling in the mud after they slid across the mat covered in water and detergent&lt;br /&gt;ok i can't remember anymore...basically, i was an absolute mess after the games! after we showered, there was dinner then night games. in the game, we lived in sing land where religion was banned so we had to complete tasks to either get a license or save our captured group leader. the tasks at the stations were almost impossible so we had to surrender items worth points (eg. handphone is 150 points) to get our next clue. every other group surrendered everything except their bibles. however, my group surrendered bala's mp3 first then 7 bibles. we went for supper after the game then bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 4.45am!!! got ready then boarded the bus at 5.30am to east coast park. we had worship, quiet time and breakfast then visited Andrew and Grace home for teenagers. we cleaned up the home and there were an amazing amount of leaves on the ground!! arrived back at st andrew's village at 12.30pm then had lunch, worship and a workshop on the gifts of the holy spirit. i think the workshop was what i went to camp for. it was the most meaningful part of the camp for me. when the teacher asked everyone who wanted to be touched by the holy spirit to stand, i was very hesitant. i was sooo scared cos i didn't know what to expect. what if nothing happened? what if it wasn't what i thought it would be? but i stood up anyway. every single time a speaker asked that, i always wanted to stand but i never did so i figured that i couldn't miss another opportunity. when a lady prayed for me, i started crying and shaking uncontrollabley then shiyou prayed for me and i spoke in tongues! it was only a little bit and i had no idea what i was saying but it just kinda came out of me. after, i kinda just sat there quietly listening to the songs and shiyou went to pray for weilin. i don't really know where to go from here. if you know abt my past, you would know how confused i am. when the workshop was over, i showered and had dinner. there was a theme talk after dinner and ministry time. the pastor shared and we had worship during the time but i was sooo drained from the day that it was as though only half of me was there. i know thats really bad of me and i shouldn't have done that. after supper, slept at 2am that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7.30am and had breakfast. packed my stuff after breakfast then we had quiet time. by the time i arrived for clean up duty, all the cleaning up was done already. so we had a debrief in the hall and we took photos!! took the bus back to barker and met icks! i missed him sooo much!! cabbed home, showered and went to british club for lunch. had an interesting conversation with shaun on msn...icks is really really sweet! shaun logged on to ian's msn so ian is shaun and i am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:21:35 PM)&lt;br /&gt;he only likes one person&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:21:41 PM)&lt;br /&gt;his girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;:) says: (5:21:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;you can like more than one person&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:21:46 PM)&lt;br /&gt;he is mad&lt;br /&gt;:) says: (5:21:49 PM)&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:21:53 PM)&lt;br /&gt;before her birthday&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:22:01 PM)&lt;br /&gt;he bought soo many things&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:22:08 PM)&lt;br /&gt;n he also baked a cake&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:22:26 PM)&lt;br /&gt;he spent 5 hours doing all the crazy things&lt;br /&gt;:) says: (5:22:32 PM)&lt;br /&gt;well that was very nice of him&lt;br /&gt;:) says: (5:22:58 PM)&lt;br /&gt;i'm not bluffing you&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:22:59 PM)&lt;br /&gt;he is mad&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:23:14 PM)&lt;br /&gt;i talked to him last night&lt;br /&gt;:) says: (5:23:32 PM)&lt;br /&gt;about?&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:23:47 PM)&lt;br /&gt;and i asked him how to love someone&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:24:05 PM)&lt;br /&gt;then he told me about his girlfriend in a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:24:29 PM)&lt;br /&gt;he said he will do anything for this girl&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:24:33 PM)&lt;br /&gt;he is insane&lt;br /&gt;:) says: (5:24:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;thats what love is&lt;br /&gt;:) says: (5:24:51 PM)&lt;br /&gt;unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:25:02 PM)&lt;br /&gt;then he took some stupid neoprint n looked at it&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:25:12 PM)&lt;br /&gt;n he will not show me&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:25:22 PM)&lt;br /&gt;he is really bad&lt;br /&gt;:) says: (5:25:28 PM)&lt;br /&gt;you want the best for the ones you love, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:25:38 PM)&lt;br /&gt;wad is unconditional&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:25:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;he also said&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:25:54 PM)&lt;br /&gt;if his gf went away with another guy&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:26:02 PM)&lt;br /&gt;he will be very very sad&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:26:19 PM)&lt;br /&gt;n he will not get into another relationship&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:26:38 PM)&lt;br /&gt;because he told me that this will be his last&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:26:53 PM)&lt;br /&gt;i think he needs to go to the mental hospital already&lt;br /&gt;ian says: (5:27:00 PM)&lt;br /&gt;he is crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua and him came over to my place at 7pm and we had dinner. after dinner, they played doa with my sisters. we left the hse at 11.30pm. we told my parents that we were going to flow but instead, we went to kap and btp to play pool. i suck at pool and i looked like an idiot! i slept at like 3.30am! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;icks woke me up at 10.30am! we lazed around at home till after lunch then we cabbed to his hse and dropped joshua off along the way. we watched deck the halls but both of us were kinda dead though. yup so thats basically it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our shower(sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/320257/CIMG2090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/596878/CIMG2090.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debbie and my attempt to take a photo of the full moon(monday night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/349197/CIMG2095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/431573/CIMG2095.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me squishy ellen jean(tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/281903/CIMG2096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/961555/CIMG2096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very strange photo...(tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/338445/CIMG2105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/897155/CIMG2105.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellen jean me judith(tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/541961/CIMG2107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/664112/CIMG2107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group photo(tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/974274/CIMG2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/960252/CIMG2110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116541130374340123?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116541130374340123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116541130374340123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116541130374340123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116541130374340123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunday-woke-up-at-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116531103179643094</id><published>2006-12-05T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:31:10.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't updated in ages!&lt;br /&gt;friday: my mum had the usual party for me with my relatives and her friends. it was such a bore! but the presents were great! everyone gave me double of what they usually give me (eg. someone who usually gives $50 gave $100). i think everyone thought i was turning eighteen or something.&lt;br /&gt;saturday: alpha came over at 2am. he baked me a cake, bought godiva chocolates and a dkny bag. he is really really sweet!! but the presents weren't the best bit. he did something which really shows how much he cares abt me (i can't say what it is cos i pinky promised that i wouldn't). i slept from 5.30am-10am so you can guess how tired i was. i went to the clinic with my mum and got a pedicure then i came home and slept. when i woke up, i got ready and arrived at pete's place at 6.55pm, remember, i am always early! thanks suyee, michelle and shiyou for being on time! sara, jeremy and ian were all extremely late! which completely spoilt my birthday cos i didn't ask for any presents, the one thing i really wanted for my birthday was for everyone to be on time and i specifically told sara and ian that. anyway, after dinner sara, ian and i went to clarke quay to take photos. sara slept over and we got back around 11.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little blue box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/683996/CIMG2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/207462/CIMG2030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me suyee michelle shiyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/396885/CIMG2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/418581/CIMG2032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icks and koal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/742064/CIMG2037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/47669/CIMG2037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for formal namecards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/334653/CIMG2035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/621067/CIMG2035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/514592/CIMG2040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/61200/CIMG2040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/419238/CIMG2062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/928817/CIMG2062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/969300/CIMG2058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/999529/CIMG2058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with our namecards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/611900/CIMG2067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/541831/CIMG2067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my very chocolatey cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/26273/CIMG2055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/406866/CIMG2055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two nincompoops ganged up against me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/437132/CIMG2089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/674625/CIMG2089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/148245/CIMG2085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/565533/CIMG2085.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116531103179643094?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116531103179643094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Fragrance Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourfragranceprofilequiz/fragrance-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best calming fragrance: jasmine&lt;br /&gt;The best fragrance for everyday wear: sandalwood&lt;br /&gt;The best fragrance to boost your sex appeal: rose&lt;br /&gt;The best fragrance for energy: peppermint&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourfragranceprofilequiz/"&gt;What's Your Fragrance Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F4E1D8" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Toes Should Be Dark Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8EFEB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolorshouldyourtoenailsbequiz/dark-red.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy and a little dangerous, you give off a totally vampy vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Straight forward and seductive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal guy: Powerful and a little intimidating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: Mama's boys&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourtoenailsbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Toenails Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116497764014682493?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116497764014682493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116497764014682493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116497764014682493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116497764014682493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-winter-you-look-ravishing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Where do you hang your towel after showering?&lt;br /&gt;on a railing thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of mouse pad do you have?&lt;br /&gt;don't have a mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you brush your hair with a comb or brush?&lt;br /&gt;brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who do you think is the hottest celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;no one's perfect...there is something wrong with all of them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You have a project due tomorrow, do you use tape or glue?&lt;br /&gt;um glue sticks better right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chicken or pork?&lt;br /&gt;pork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. By the time you get to school, is it still dark?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you had a choice to be a unicorn or mermaid, which would it be?&lt;br /&gt;unicorn cos they are magical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What color is your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What time does the sun usually set?&lt;br /&gt;no idea? 6-7ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of before you go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;everything under the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. AC or fan?&lt;br /&gt;AC!!! kimberley ong without aircon is very very unhappy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you wear braces?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Can you do a hand stand?&lt;br /&gt;yup :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you were the opposite sex, how would you style your hair?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What level English are you in?&lt;br /&gt;they have levels for english?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Jessica Simpson or Alba?&lt;br /&gt;i lovee jessica simpson but jessica alba is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which subject is worse, English or Maths?&lt;br /&gt;english duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the one thing that you really want to do at this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;spend more time with youu or shop in LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What movie are you embarrassd to admit you've watched?&lt;br /&gt;if i was embarrassed to admit i'd watched a particular movie, why would i post it on my blog?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. CD player or iPod?&lt;br /&gt;ipod i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you rather spin upside down going 30miles, or drop 400 ft. into the water?&lt;br /&gt;drop 400ft into the water but i don't know how high 400ft is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favorite shape?&lt;br /&gt;heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you have planned for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever gone ice skating?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you were put in a room with nothing except for a pencil and paper, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;come up with silly lists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is it easy finding your remote every time you want to watch TV?&lt;br /&gt;i guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you grow your nails, bite or cut them?&lt;br /&gt;cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Describe your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you consider yourself a stalker?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you bruise easily?&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. There`s nothing on TV except Barney and Japanese news what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you know more than 3 myspace codes?&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You got a essay due, you either can type or write in pen, which will it be?&lt;br /&gt;type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you wear jeans to relax at home?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116489416945130925?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116489416945130925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116489416945130925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116489416945130925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116489416945130925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/1_116489416945130925.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116489070959899326</id><published>2006-11-30T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:45:09.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;3 carrot, yongs and thingOne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/535334/collage.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/284577/collage.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will get the proper photos from yongsie later. nipped this off her blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116489070959899326?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116489070959899326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116489070959899326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116489070959899326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116489070959899326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-carrot-yongs-and-thingone-will-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116488479188075066</id><published>2006-11-30T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:06:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up really early today! called alpha then got ready. for the first time ever, he was earlier than me! congrats! he had starbucks vanilla latte and pasta salad. we walked from raffles city to esplanade which was deserted and we were both kinda dead. there are no nice restaurants there!! took the mrt and went to my dad's clinic cos i needed cash! we bought thai noodles which were spicy! so i had to dip them in water before i could eat them...yuck! i bought 2 ck bras from og...50% off, see i'm sooo thrifty!! after that, we took neoprints at cine and we headed to paragon where i kinda got all pissy and walked off then the bookstore in taka then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a dentist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/554358/CIMG2022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/496667/CIMG2022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lousy photographer! oh so shakey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/375128/CIMG2025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/583204/CIMG2025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116488479188075066?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116488479188075066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116488479188075066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116488479188075066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116488479188075066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/woke-up-really-early-today-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116480870205035701</id><published>2006-11-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:58:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up at 9 cos ppl were screaming again! went back to sleep till 11 then lazed around and had lunch. left the hse at around 12.45 and headed to town. passed alpha lip balm (hes not gay, hes just a PRETTY BOY!) then went to the clinic to get money from my mum who was very pissy. waited in the clinic and tried to come up with seating plans for my birthday. i suggested a few places to my dad and he was pretty ok with things which is a relief. met carrot, yongs and joanna for starbucks! can you believe that i didn't have hot chocolate?! i had a raspberry fruppacino and raspberry swirl cheesecake. we talked a bit and when we started talking abt someone, that someone walked into the store...how coincidental! watched happy feet at cine and had dinner at pasta mania. we went camera crazy! although i was sooo dead tired! took tons of photos in the neoprints booths even though we only paid for one. we also saw a different someone who is UGH!!! ickyicky!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PHOTOS PLEASE YONGSIE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116480870205035701?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116480870205035701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116480870205035701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116480870205035701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116480870205035701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-woke-up-at-9-cos-ppl-were-screaming.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116472625356586621</id><published>2006-11-28T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:06:43.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROG!&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe you thought i forgot!! i couldn't forget your birthday even if i wanted to! and thats saying something cos its a well known fact that i suck at remembering birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 8am today! i had a bad dream so i went back to sleep till 11am. i had a rather strange dream from 8-11. i haven't had a good dream in ages! its always bad...i don't know why! i was sooo bored from when i woke up till alpha came! i ate lunch and watched tv...can you believe there was nothing to watch on mtv, ch5, starworld, nick and disney channel?! i was dying of boredom!! i eventually resorted to watching winx club with natty! alpha came around 2pm and we headed to town after i chose what to wear. he ate long john silver's combo 1 and i had fries with cheese sauce. we watched step up again cos its such a good show then had a peppermint brownie from starbuck which isn't nice btw and watched just friends after that. had dinner at bakerzin, he had spaghetti with meatballs and i had tomato and cheese bruchetta. for dessert, of course we had two raspberry panna cottas, vanilla creme brulee and sweet pleasure. we walked to newton again to burn off some calories and we kinda sang and danced a bit along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was really sweet today but i don't know why he thought that i thought that he was an idiot. FYI! i don't know what it is abt you but you can make me do stuff i usually wouldn't do. i never sing in front of ppl...everyone knows that but i sung in front of you when i barely knew you, even sara was shocked. i opened my box in front of you and nobody has seen inside my box, not sara or frogy. i'm sure there is more stuff but i can't think of anything right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116472625356586621?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116472625356586621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116472625356586621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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from her. i wonder, how did she know my number? i don't know how to feel abt the msg but its pretty confusing! after i got up, i got ready and waited for sara to pick me up. we went to holland v and did ruth's make up so i got to try out my bobbie brown bronze thingy!! it is pretty!! when she was done, jeremy sent her to swisshotel while rara and i got a vanilla latte and iced hot chocolate at starbucks. i also had a spinach quiche cos i wanted to reward myself with breakfast since for the first time in ages, i was actually awake for breakfast. we met jeremy at serene to get videos and icecream. at rara's hse we watched the cutting edge 2 and dirty dancing 2. jeremy's first attempt to cut a chicken was amusing!! i pigged out sooo much!! i had chicken, mash, brocolli and something alaska. we have come to the conclusion that jeremy looks at collar bones, i look at iris' and sara looks at butts! i managed to resize a lot of photos and get a lot of songs from rara's com while rara taught jeremy how to do makeup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116462825201664472?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116462825201664472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116462825201664472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116462825201664472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116462825201664472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/frogys-gf-smsed-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116454690711016295</id><published>2006-11-26T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:15:07.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've realised that i'm quite a sad person. i've never been to a wedding or a funeral and i barely have any relatives. its quite depressing actually. my family tree would probably fill up less than half a page! everyone else finds it a drag to go to weddings but i love weddings! they are sooo fun! you get to dress up and go for a nice dinner and meet tons of ppl! well thats my opinion but i've never been for one so how would i know? my poor sorry self has to wake up at 9.30 tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;was a very very bad day!! i was woken up at 10.30am to go for lunch but after i got ready, i had to wait for a whole hour cos it was too early for lunch! mum, natty, jelly, rachel and i went to au petit salut and it was a real drag! i had vegetable soup, penne pasta with mushrooms in a cream sauce and coconut souffle. it was good but the company wasn't! moron no.1 spilt gravy all over the table, moron no.2 was sitting like the hunchback of notredam(sp?) and fought with moron no.3, moron no.3 tied a napkin around her head, dug her ears at the table and rearranged the cutlary completely! mum was in such a bad mood! she suggested moving to a flat and she was serious abt it! i wanted to cry! she even brought me to clementi park to see a 3 bedroom appartment!! her reason is that she wants to be closer to the family cos we will be leaving her soon so an appartment is better. what rubbish?!! we went to taka for dinner but moron no.1 didn't bring her hp and we were supposed to look for her in kino so i walked around that enormous bookstore 5 times!! plus i checked the library but no sign of the moron!! eventually mum found her and we had our dinner at crystal jade. at armani only my dad bought something! how sad! also, i got a huge pimple!! and a huge mosquito bite on my face!! other bad things happened too but i do not want to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;went to get our hair done then makeup at bobbie brown + lancome. saw alpha for like 2seconds and he thought i rebonded my hair. someone is soooo lucky!! he got to shop sooo much today and his parents bought him sooo much stuff!!! the family portrait was ok but i looked terrible! i guess i am really not photogenic! had dinner at that shanghainese place at sixth ave near c&amp;f. the food was ok but i was too tired to enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/392416/CIMG1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/153166/CIMG1976.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my baby sister!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/1600/997508/CIMG2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/3883/320/477633/CIMG2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116454690711016295?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116454690711016295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116454690711016295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116454690711016295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116454690711016295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-realised-that-im-quite-sad-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116438482167081323</id><published>2006-11-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:51:19.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Designer Panties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/designer-panties.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You demand the best, from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;And your panties have to be pure couture, for your own luxury.&lt;br /&gt;Men feel like you're a worthy challenge, though you can be difficult to catch.&lt;br /&gt;You exude a polished, sexy vibe that tends to attract confident men.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Panties Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scent is Pumpkin Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatscentareyouquiz/pumpkin-pie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm, comforting, and a bit old fashioned&lt;br /&gt;You've got what men want - believe it or not!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatscentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Scent Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Sisters Are Beyonce and Solange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/celebsistersquiz/knowles-sisters.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talented, sexy, and sassy.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a star quality that everyone notices&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/celebsistersquiz/"&gt;Who Are Your Celebrity Sisters?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A67C51" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Milk Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C69C6D"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/milk-chocolate.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;Also nostelgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Perfume is Still&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatperfumeareyouquiz/still.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are simply and totally sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your style and class mesmerize everyone you meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you are delicate and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're different enough to make an impression, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power scents: White pepper, musk, and honeysuckle.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatperfumeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Perfume Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a White Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/white-rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent youthfulness and purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vibe: Sweet and heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you: is like falling in love for the first time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Rose Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Style Twin is Jessica Simpson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/jessica-simpson.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirty, feminine, and fun.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Celebrity Style Twin?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Romeo + Juliet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/romeo-juliet.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Has my heart loved 'till now? Forswear it, sight! For I never saw a true beauty 'till this night."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Strawberry Kiss Lip Gloss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatflavorlipglossareyouquiz/strawberry-kiss.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to life, you want the best of everything:&lt;br /&gt;The best clothes, the best friends, the best guy - and you usually get all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You impress most people you meet with your genuine class and style&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry is a classic, admired flavor that goes with many things. Sound familar?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatflavorlipglossareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Lip Gloss Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Dolce &amp; Gabbana Blue Leather Hobo Bag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whathandbagareyouquiz/blue-hobo-bag.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! This bag is barely big enough to hold your credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;You're a fashionista, who loves buying the latest trends&lt;br /&gt;In fact, as cute as this bag is - it will barely last you a week&lt;br /&gt;Then it's on to the next cute bag you see, at 19% APR!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whathandbagareyouquiz/"&gt;What Handbag Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116438482167081323?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116438482167081323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116438482167081323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116438482167081323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116438482167081323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-designer-panties-you-demand.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116434798545269668</id><published>2006-11-24T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:59:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was tiring!!! i woke up and my mum brought me and my sisters to taka for lunch. we ate at crystal jade(level 4) then we walked to the basement for haagen dazs. i followed rachel back to the clinic all the way at starhub centre then i met ian at centrepoint. we took a cab to the cathay building and watched happy feet which is a really boring movie. after the movie we wanted to watch another movie but there weren't any nice movies at cathay so we walked to plaza sing and found out that there weren't any nice movies there too. we walked around a bit then decided to take the mrt to city hall. we walked all over raffles city trying to find leonidas but it closed down!!! i made him buy baby pink swimming trunks!!  after raffles city, we walked through citylink mall to suntec and we walked all over suntec till we found leonidas!! which btw is more expensive than i remember. i was happy with my leonidas so we went to millenia walk and we kinda went crazy at candy empire! we bought a lott of stuff!!! then headed to marina square for dinner at spageddies but we walked all over the place before dinner. after dinner we made our way all the way back to raffles city then took a bus home. we stopped over at the park cos we hadn't been there in a long time! it was funny!! &lt;br /&gt;so basically this was my route:&lt;br /&gt;home--&gt;taka--&gt;centrepoint--&gt;starhub centre--&gt;centrepoint--&gt;cathay--&gt;plaza sing--&gt;raffles city--&gt;citylink mall--&gt;suntec--&gt;millenia walk--&gt;marina square--&gt;suntec--&gt;citylink mall--&gt;raffles city--&gt;park--&gt;home = TIRING!!! (especially for me cos i was not wearing flats!!) &lt;br /&gt;i hate it having my family at home! when they were gone, it was soooo peaceful!! but now, i get woken up at 9am cos ppl are screaming outside my door!! i made lunch for natty and myself and it was yummy!! fusilli with spinach, asparagus, celery, cougette and chicken. lots of veg cos i wanna be healthy! going for yongsie's dance concert later! yay! i've been having a lot of weird dreams lately and its sooo strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird dream no.1:&lt;br /&gt;i became all possesive again cos alpha was close to some girl then he broke up with me. after that, i appeared in some grandaunt's hse with my mum and she said "another boyfriend of yrs broke up with you. why are you so horrible?". i ran outta the hse and screamed cos i saw bats at the gate then some old hagged lady with tons of wrinkles appeared and took the bats away. i was like phew! but rachel came and said "she isn't saving the bats, she is gonna eat them!" and i screamed "oh no!!" then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird dream no. 2:&lt;br /&gt;alpha lived at hua guan ave. i was all possesive and mean again! alpha said that he wanted to change into a girl so he could understand girls better and he promised he would change back to a male again. he was driving a car and i was there and i begged him not to go for the operation but he wouldn't listen to me. he became a girl with boobs! and he didn't wanna change back to a male. i needed to find a lady in white with pink lipstick if i wanted to change him back but i entered the ballroom where the lady was supposed to be and everyone was dressed in white!!! i ended up crying cos he was female...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird dream no.3:&lt;br /&gt;i got the red sony laptop that i wanted and i was packing all my stuff cos i was going back to england for holiday. i had too much stuff to pack and it wouldn't fit into my suitcase! something happened to the fish tank at home and i was desperately trying to save the fish and the minature penguins but it was a disaster! every bucket i had had a hole so i couldn't find anywhere to put the fish and penguins! i appeared in sentosa and i was looking for something to save the fish and penguins but i couldn't find anything. i panicked but eventually i found a really small bucket so i filled it with water and put the fish inside but the penguins had disappeared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116434798545269668?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116434798545269668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116434798545269668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116434798545269668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116434798545269668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-was-tiring-i-woke-up-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116420540869164448</id><published>2006-11-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:17:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've realised that i'm very pathetic and very bored!&lt;br /&gt;my tentative schedule:&lt;br /&gt;thursday-window shopping&lt;br /&gt;friday-yongsie's dance concert with ian + c&amp;f&lt;br /&gt;saturday-au petit salut + taka with family&lt;br /&gt;sunday-family portrait&lt;br /&gt;monday-holland v with sara and jeremy + dvds&lt;br /&gt;tuesday-nothing&lt;br /&gt;wednesday-starbucks with yongs carrot and thingone!&lt;br /&gt;thursday-wild wild wet with shiyou and mel?&lt;br /&gt;friday-nothing&lt;br /&gt;saturday-my birthday and i don't know what to do!! suggestions please!&lt;br /&gt;sunday-church camp&lt;br /&gt;monday-church camp&lt;br /&gt;tuesday-church camp&lt;br /&gt;wednesday-nothing&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;gee...i have a lot of nothings in there!&lt;br /&gt;stuff i haffta fit into my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;-tanning&lt;br /&gt;-mani and pedi&lt;br /&gt;-exercise&lt;br /&gt;-shopping&lt;br /&gt;-sentosa (beach volleyball!!)&lt;br /&gt;-facial&lt;br /&gt;-body massage&lt;br /&gt;-watch the holiday, just friends and eragon&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh help mee!!! if anyone is free, call mee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116420540869164448?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116420540869164448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116420540869164448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116420540869164448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116420540869164448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-realised-that-im-very-pathetic-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116419488924263127</id><published>2006-11-22T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:28:09.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday night was fun. after the talk at school i did nothing till my family got back from holiday then i went to the gym with my dad. i did quite a lot there and i felt very accomplished! had dinner then asked my mum if i could go to clarke quay but she wasn't too happy so she asked me to ask my dad.&lt;br /&gt;me: can i go to clarke quay late at night cos a lot of my friends are leaving and i won't see them again so we wanna do something crazy before they go&lt;br /&gt;dad: no its dangerous&lt;br /&gt;me: but sara will be with me on the way home cos she is sleeping over&lt;br /&gt;dad: no its dangerous&lt;br /&gt;me: but all my friends are going!!&lt;br /&gt;dad: what time is late?&lt;br /&gt;me: 11&lt;br /&gt;dad: hahahaha you call that late?! i thought you meant 4-5am. yea you can go at 11&lt;br /&gt;me: yay!&lt;br /&gt;sara came over at 10 and we got ready. we dressed up in our founder's day dresses so we could take pictures at clarke quay. when we got there i was annoyed! don't ask why. it was sooo scary!! everyone was staring at us cos we were soooo over dressed! we walked along the river and ended up at the colourful bridge where we sat with the wind blowing through our hair. i like sitting there at night with no one around, its peaceful. scwl and i got back home around 1.30 then we washed up and slept.&lt;br /&gt;today was boring! i woke up at 9am cos i had a bad dream then i went back to sleep till 11. scwl and i had lunch then i headed to town for the polo sale. i bought a top and a dress then i rotted for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy dessert platter at pete's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1855.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sara's attempt to wake me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1857.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1862.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icks' class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1909.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1918.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1933.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1939.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took sooo long to get this photo right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1942.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heels are painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1950.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the colourful bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1959.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116419488924263127?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116419488924263127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116419488924263127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116419488924263127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116419488924263127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-night-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116409372304080166</id><published>2006-11-21T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:22:03.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>age:&lt;br /&gt;- 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your name?&lt;br /&gt;- kimberley ong ai ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what song are you listening to right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;- a public affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what colour is the shirt you're&lt;br /&gt;wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;- sara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does your handphone number have a 2 in&lt;br /&gt;it?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- 2 december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;- taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMANTIST OR NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you prefer chocolates or flowers?&lt;br /&gt;- chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you prefer kisses or ear licks?&lt;br /&gt;- kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you prefer an evening on your&lt;br /&gt;roof listening to music and observing&lt;br /&gt;the stars or a night at a romantic&lt;br /&gt;dinner with your bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;- romantic dinner with my bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you prefer 24/7 text message&lt;br /&gt;attention or a long sweet call a day,&lt;br /&gt;from your bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;- long sweet call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPORTY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you do any sports?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have any sketches?&lt;br /&gt;- i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you support a football club?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have a sports idol?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPAHOLIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is shopping your passion?&lt;br /&gt;- YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you tend to spend extra when it&lt;br /&gt;comes to shopping?&lt;br /&gt;- unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you prefer shopping with your mum&lt;br /&gt;or your friends?&lt;br /&gt;- both. i enjoy the company of friends and i like my mum buying me stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POPULAR OR GOOD FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are your friends always there for you?&lt;br /&gt;- yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you always be there for your&lt;br /&gt;friends?&lt;br /&gt;- of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you always open minded with your&lt;br /&gt;friends?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you treat your friends like family?&lt;br /&gt;- i guess i'm closer to my friends than my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC FREAK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have "a" or "many" favourite&lt;br /&gt;songs?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't really have a favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you only like a certain type of&lt;br /&gt;beat when it comes to music?&lt;br /&gt;- um whats a beat?&lt;br /&gt;do you dance to music unconsciously?&lt;br /&gt;- yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you sing in the showers?&lt;br /&gt;- very loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you dance in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116409372304080166?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116409372304080166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116409372304080166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116409372304080166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116409372304080166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/age-16-what-is-your-name-kimberley-ong.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116403838313982782</id><published>2006-11-20T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:59:43.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>initials:&lt;br /&gt;kimberley ong ai ling = koal&lt;br /&gt;sara chong wen li = scwl&lt;br /&gt;ian chew kai sheong = icks!!!&lt;br /&gt;hes sooo slow!!! he woke up at 9am and wanted to wake me up but he took 3 hours to get to my hse so i was awake by the time he came. we bought lunch at the coffee shop down the hill but it started raining when we left the hse so we got drenched. he took a nap after lunch while i tried to figure out what i should wear to town then i woke him up! we left at abt 5 and got drenched again! we watched casino royale and i didn't like it :( dinner at swensens was ok but it brought back old memories. plaza sing - movie + swensens, sound familiar? sorry, i can't think right now...i can't update now. too many things bothering me and it hurts! i wanna cry, sleep and never wake up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116403838313982782?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116403838313982782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116403838313982782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116403838313982782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116403838313982782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/initials-kimberley-ong-ai-ling-koal.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116395316177351477</id><published>2006-11-19T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:21:14.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just abt to sleep when i received a msg from alpha. i was planning on blogging tmr but that msg made me change my mind. he has his grad night on tuesday and he still doesn't have an outfit but he is going to watch a movie with me tmr so i asked him if he needed time to go get it with his parents. he said "i'd rather spend time with you". that made me smile :) its the kinda thing that i've always wanted a guy to say to me but actions speak louder than words. does anyone actually know why i am always early? there is a reason for my earliness. i don't wanna waste a single second, i wanna spend as much time with the person i am meeting as possible plus its very rude to make someone else wait for you. people should make it a habit to be early instead of late and i really don't like having friends who make me wait. i'm an impatient person but i'm not asking for too much when i ask people to be on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met sara and joanna in town yesterday. we met ian and his friends for a little while at coffee bean so he could pass me something. i bought joanna's overdue birthday present and i bought myself havianas. sara and i bumped into ian and bryan at taka after walking around a lot and some idiot made me bump into this really bitchy lady! someone was also supposed to cook me dinner but he didn't! he abandonned me! so i cooked myself pasta and waited for sara to come over after her dinner. its really hard to pass time when yr bored! after she arrived, sara and i watched bring it on all or nothing, take the lead and rumor has it from 2200-0300 last night. we had mint aeros, m&amp;ms and minstrels with us. i talked to her abt some stuff that was bothering me and she told me that it was normal but somehow i don't think it is normal. its just me and i'm not a nice person. we slept at like 0330 and we woke up at 0930!!! but we went back to sleep again until she woke me up at 1100 even though i was still sooo tired!! we made our way down to vivocity which isn't as big as everyone says it is. we covered practically the whole mall. i had meatball spaghetti at bakerzin :) i tried to take a nap but failed so i met ian at cold storage at 1700. ian and i shopped for a while then went to the ccab to visit sara and shaun. at abt 1800 we went to botanics to meet michhy, nat, bryan, xingting and marc for a picnic but we got lost and we walked sooo far so michhy and nat had to look for us. joanna found her way there later on. the highlight of the evening: some strange guy was making strange sounds on a bench near us so ian and marc recorded it. its so funny! ian lugged a watermelon all over the place and when we got there, no one had a knife so it ended up being smashed. anyway, sorry abt yesterday! i have my moods and days when i go M.I.A. so don't think anything of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116395316177351477?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116395316177351477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116395316177351477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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left our stuff at her place, changed and headed to town. we had dinner at pete's place! and our favourite waiter was there! margarita and capacciosa i think. sara bought kiehls so she was happy and i decided that i really like their lip balm in a pot. we watched material girls at cine but the stupid lady confiscated our pizza even though it was take away cos we couldn't finish it. its not like we bought a whole pizza to eat in the cinema!! material girls was nice! it felt soo good to watch a movie after being confined to 4 walls for ages! i laughed a lot during material girls. we look a few pictures in town then went home. &lt;br /&gt;on friday, i woke up, had lunch, played tai tee with my sisters, went grocery shopping, met alpha, ate at pete's place again, watched a movie, walked to newton then went home. grocery shopping was amusing! i usually let my mum get all the real food while i grab the junk. however, this time i went alone so i ended up buying marshmallows, yoghurt, orange juice and beef jerky sticks. this is supposed to last me till tuesday till my family returns. i chucked the stuff in the clinic then went to buy tickets for the movie. 6.15 was sold out so i bought the 8.40 tickets. &lt;br /&gt;the convo at pete's place:&lt;br /&gt;me: do you remember my name??&lt;br /&gt;waiter: um yaya&lt;br /&gt;me: whats my name?&lt;br /&gt;waiter: give me a clue&lt;br /&gt;me: i was here yesterday and you gave us cherries!&lt;br /&gt;waiter: oh sara, kim and michelle and you are kim!&lt;br /&gt;me: yup!&lt;br /&gt;waiter: you look different&lt;br /&gt;me: um ok&lt;br /&gt;they actually thought that we were old enough to drink cos they left the alcohol menu at our table and asked us if we would like any wine but we were good! i bought kiehls lip balm after dinner then we went to plaza sing for the movie. step up was good!! and really funny! the boys name was skinny and we couldn't figure out the brothers name so alpha named him fat!! after the movie, we walked all the way to newton then we took cabs home. i got locked outta my hse cos my parents were out and no one answers the phone or doorbell in my hse. eventually rachel opened the door for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my bread sticks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1818.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was $10 per person! cheaper than pizza hut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1825.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1828.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reindeers are hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1831.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone stared at us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1838.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i want for christmas is a secret!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1840.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tiny star lights up way up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1843.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i break dance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1845.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cupcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1846.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jewels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1850.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116382614458022267?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116382614458022267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatgirlgroupshouldyoubeinquiz/destinys-child.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sexy, smart, and hard working.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect combo for superstardom!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatgirlgroupshouldyoubeinquiz/"&gt;What Girl Group Should You Be In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Aphrodite!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/aphrodite.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 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color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 60% Good and 40% Bad&lt;br /&gt;Sure you've pulled some bad girl stunts in your past.&lt;br /&gt;But these days, you're (mostly) a good girl.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116359002753717480?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116359002753717480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116359002753717480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Slinky Heels!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/slinky-heels.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an uptown, well put together woman&lt;br /&gt;But you're not too uptight to enjoy a hot club&lt;br /&gt;You're always the best dressed chick in the room&lt;br /&gt;And you'll only settle for the best in men&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Shoe Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A0CDFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stripper Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E1FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/dancer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176&amp;type=3&amp;subid=0&amp;tmpid=1826&amp;RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FselectedItemId%253D62983%2526playListId%253D63001%2526s%253D143441%26partnerId%3D30"&gt;Barbie Girl&lt;/a&gt; by Aqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic&lt;br /&gt;You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're hilarious and cute - yet you still pull off sexy!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/"&gt;What Song Should You Strip To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gummy Bears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/gummy-bears.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you're so darn cute.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dosha is Pitta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/pitta.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a quick mind, a gift for persuasion, and a sharp sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;You have both the drive and people skills to be a very successful leader.&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative and a bit stubborn, you have been known to be a little too set in your ways.&lt;br /&gt;But while you may be biased toward your own point of view, you are always honest, fair, and ethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends: You are outgoing and open to anyone who might want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love: You are picky but passionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve more balance: Be less judgmental of those around you, and take cool walks in the moonlight.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/"&gt;What's Your Dosha?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116342550614153366?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116342550614153366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116342550614153366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116342550614153366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116342550614153366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-slinky-heels-youre-uptown-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116341832005911919</id><published>2006-11-13T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:45:20.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yum! my mummy bought really expensive chocolates today! she paid abt $50 for a small box after she had a $100 haircut...:s my parents complain when i spend $30 on mine! french was alright i guess and i am sooo happy that it is over!!! debbie gave me her church camp form after french. i wanna go but i'm soo scared! i know that there will be a ton of ppl says stuff like "oh what is she doing here". my past is something i'm trying to run away from and i don't like ppl reminding me of my past...i wasn't a nice person :( also, i have a ton of ppl telling me that i shouldn't go but i wanna go for God. i wanna become a good christian and a better person. i don't know what to do but i think it would be the best birthday present to be touched by the holy spirit on my birthday :) well after french, my mum took me to taka. rachel bought something, my dad spent more than $500 on something, my sister got presents, my mum wanted an igallop :s and i was sooo close to getting a new sony laptop but i didn't get it so basically i got nothing. my fatness is killing me! i don't think i can fit into my clothes anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116341832005911919?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116341832005911919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116341832005911919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116341832005911919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116341832005911919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/yum-my-mummy-bought-really-expensive.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116333555945842414</id><published>2006-11-12T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:45:59.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember when i was a little kid, the one thing i wanted most was to see what i would look like when i grew up. i would have given anything to see me grown up. i guess my looks aren't gonna change much from now till i'm 21 so thats it. this is me and i finally get to see me all grown up. i don't think i have changed much since i was young. my eyes are smaller, eyebags way bigger, lost my baby fat, gained a lot of adult fat, got blackheads, grew taller, tanner and fatter. i think thats all. now, i wish i could turn back time to when things were so much simpler. i realised that i haven't won anything in ages...i used to be such an over-achiever. by the time i was 7 or 8 i had won my first medal and after that medals and trophies just came pouring in. i have ballet certificates, speech and drama certificates, swimming awards, piano certs, certs for my school work, a ton of medals for verse speaking (i was one of the top verse speakers in my district, i beat all the english girls and i was darn proud of it), medals+trophies for gymnastics...all this was before i returned to s'pore. i participated in a lot of competitions and there was only one competition where i didn't win anything. when i came back to s'pore i won a few trophies for netball and gymnastics but not many and this was in primary school. right now, i feel completely useless! i haven't won anything in ages!!! angelica just won a trophy for some swimming thing and her head is as big as the universe! i miss how perfect i used to be. i miss my perfect grades, my perfectly toned body, my trophies and medals, my amazing schoolmates in bromley high school, my big house, my favourite shopping centre(the glades), i miss it all...:'( what happened to me?! back then, money wasn't an issue, bitching was something we had never heard of, everybody was my friend well except for boys, my love life was non-existant and i didn't have to worry abt Os! i feel so sad! i wanna go back to kindergarten! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i was mixing cookie dough just now when the oven blew :( so i resorted to the  toaster oven. note to self: you can't bake cookies in a toaster oven!!! so right now, i am left with a lot of mush :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116333555945842414?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116333555945842414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116333555945842414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116333555945842414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116333555945842414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-remember-when-i-was-little-kid-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116332582335242710</id><published>2006-11-12T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:03:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from a jog. can you believe it? i actually jogged!!! for those of you who know me well enough, you will know that jogging/running is my least favourite activity. had french tuition this morning, my last lesson since my exam is tmr!!! after that, i had a huge lunch! two big servings of dad's pasta! put on my weekly mask, watched extreme makeover home edition then i decided to go jogging. i was planning on jogging all the way to hillcrest rd to visit sara but as soon as i stepped outta the hse it started raining...just my luck huh? anyways, i went back inside the hse and lazed around till the rain stopped. i couldn't decide what to wear...i wanted to be like those uber fit women with sports bras and fbts but my stomach looks like a mountain right now so that will haffta wait till i feel more abful. i ended up wearing one of my old training shirts...it was yellow :) yellow is a happy colour, the colour of sunshine and i was hoping the rain would stop. i jogged around eng kong, cheng soon, greenridge area for abt 30 minutes but after that my ipod ran outta battery. ok i know that is not exactly anywhere near hillcrest but i figured i would die if i had to jog that far. i'm gonna start small and work my way up. don't worry, i will reach sara's place one day! after i reached home, i showered and i think my shower lasted longer than my jog. oh well! at least i tried! i still feel quite fat though...i think i need lipo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116332582335242710?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116332582335242710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116332582335242710' title='0 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bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men See You As Choosy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-choosy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men notice you light years before you notice them&lt;br /&gt;You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky&lt;br /&gt;You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter&lt;br /&gt;It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do Men See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Strawberry Blonde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howblondeareyouquiz/strawberry-blonde.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men see you as flirtatious, but they also see you as a challenge&lt;br /&gt;Because you're totally fearless and carefree&lt;br /&gt;You've got the lightheartedness of a blonde, with the attitude of a redhead&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howblondeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Blonde Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Style is Sassy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourdatefashionstylequiz/sassy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date outfits are flirty and fun - and make guys smile&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally you'll take a fashion risk, and it will pay off&lt;br /&gt;You're up for flashing an inch or two of skin&lt;br /&gt;But your general rule is to leave most of your bod to the imagination&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatefashionstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Date Fashion Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Jeans Are Rock and Republic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatbrandofjeansshouldyouwearquiz/rock-and-republic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High fashion meets rock n' roll - perfect for the girl who goes anywhere and everywhere.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatbrandofjeansshouldyouwearquiz/"&gt;What Brand of Jeans Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Cherry Redhead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofredheadshouldyoubequiz/cherry-redhead.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy, dramatic, but still sweetly feminine. Perfect for getting out of the hair color doldrums!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofredheadshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Redhead Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Blue Outfit Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatdoesyourfavoriteoutfitsayaboutyouquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a classic girl with an impeccable sense of style.&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth you project a loyal and honest persona.&lt;br /&gt;You are sweetly feminine - a strong, tough guy can't resist you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer match: Prada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature accessory: Fur lined leather gloves&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoriteoutfitsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Favorite Outfit Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 96% Girly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/girly-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the term "girly girl" was invented, they were thinking of someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;You're a feminine and sweet and very high maintenance. But you're worth it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Total Shopaholic!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouashopaholicquiz/shopaholic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a keen eye for spotting trends before they are hot&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes your credit rating takes a beating as a result&lt;br /&gt;Consider a job in retail to subsidize your gorgeous outfits&lt;br /&gt;Over time, you could become a famous stylist or designer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouashopaholicquiz/"&gt;Are You a Shopaholic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116329712846789425?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116329712846789425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116329712846789425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116329712846789425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116329712846789425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/men-see-you-as-choosy-men-notice-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116324959127594743</id><published>2006-11-11T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:53:11.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sooo sick of amath!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000-1200: amath tuition&lt;br /&gt;1200-1400: lunch with alpha&lt;br /&gt;1415-1900: amath tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had 6h 45min of amath tuition today! my darn msn won't work! so i will communicate through my tagboard. lunch was fun! i had my ham and bacon penne pasta in pink sauce at bakerzin :) for dessert we had coupe cheesecake, choco &amp; caramel icecream with chocolate crispies, vanilla creme brulee, banana pizza with cinamon icecrema and raspberry panna cotta. i asked alpha if he liked panna cotta so we could order 2 but he said that it was ok so i ordered something else and guess who ate soo much panna cotta?? bakerzin panna cotta is really yummy! its quite amazing, even shopping at a supermarket aimlessly is fun when i'm with you. we must have walked around cold storage at least five times! i bought minstrels! yum yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DON'T want an expensive birthday present! despite popular belief, i am not materialistic and high maintenance. you have given me soo much of yr time and i appreciate it. time=money so you have already spent sooo much on me. i will go look for something i like if you must buy me something. FYI $&gt;50 = expensive! for the first time in my life, i don't want anything materialwise. i have a laptop, i have an ipod + speakers, i have a tv, i have a dvd player and i'm satisfied with my phone. all i want is a walk-in-wardrobe but no one can buy that. it feels good to be content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a bad mood! i'm in a bad mood! i'm in a bad mood! i just ripped my favourite pair of levis!! its not that i can't afford to buy another pair, its just that this pair is special. firstly, they are my first pair of levis. secondly, i don't have to fold them! (very rare!) thirdly, he bought them for me. i'm not gonna take this as another sign that i'm over you cos i know that i will never be completely over you although i'm 90% there. i still miss you, you know it, alpha knows it, sara knows it, everybody knows it. however, i don't miss you as my boyfriend. i really miss my best friend...:'( i'm really sorry. i feel sooo bad! i'm with you but hes still in my heart. words can't really express how bad i feel. well maybe if i was beta i would be able to express it but i'm not. you really do mean a lot to me! i like you a lot but it takes a bit more time for me to love a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116324959127594743?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116324959127594743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116324959127594743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116324959127594743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116324959127594743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-sooo-sick-of-amath-1000-1200.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116315384899354972</id><published>2006-11-10T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:17:29.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bio: um...well its bio. what do you expect? it would have been quite easy if i actually studied for it. the questions were quite straight forward but its me remember? i didn't study so i need a miracle to pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog: i studied sooo darn hard for geog! especially rivers and guess what? there was not a single question on rivers! the questions looked easy at first but after trying them, they are not easy! it was actually quite a tough paper...even the smart ppl said so. i didn't have enough points for the amount of marks given. i did questions 2(climate and natural vegetation), 4(weathering), 6(population) and 10(development). by question 10, my hand couldn't move so i didn't write all that i wanted to for that question. i had soo many more points but i just couldn't write them cos of my darn hand! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;french listening: it was quite alright for my standard i guess. definitely not an A but enough to pass...hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math: it was quite tedious and i have definitely lost 2 marks so far! i was hoping for a harder paper and i got my wish. although, i seem to be the only person who thinks that. i heard someone along the corridor say that paper 1 was harder than paper 2 and i thought "gee that person is um...". i did question 10 and 11 then i picked the prettier graph. i picked 11 cos i didn't know how to do the cubic equation thingy in question 10. i just pray that i don't have careless mistakes. i definitely know how to do the paper but i am very scared cos i am very careless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite glad that i don't haffta touch bio again for the rest of my life! i was soooo stressed on thursday. i don't think michelle or sara have ever seen me that stressed over exams before. well three more subjects to go plus geog mcq and french compre. it will all be over soon and i will be over the moon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116315384899354972?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116315384899354972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116315384899354972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116315384899354972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116315384899354972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/bio-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116315305581890325</id><published>2006-11-10T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:04:15.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Be a Traditional Bride!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbridewillyoubequiz/traditional-bride.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of girl who is feminine, old fashioned, and totally traditional.&lt;br /&gt;You've been dreaming of your wedding day since you were young&lt;br /&gt;And you can't wait to be a princess in your big white gown.&lt;br /&gt;It's likely that you'll have a big family wedding and take your husband's name&lt;br /&gt;While a huge affair will be fun, just don't go all Bridezilla about the color of your napkins!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofbridewillyoubequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bride Will You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Wear Moschino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatfunfashiondesignershouldyouwearquiz/moschino.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic European glamour with a girlish flair&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatfunfashiondesignershouldyouwearquiz/"&gt;What Fun Fashion Designer Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Heart Diamond!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourdreamengagementringquiz/heart-diamond.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear your heart on your sleeve, so of course you should also wear it on your ring.&lt;br /&gt;A heart diamond is the perfect choice for highlighting your passionate disposition.&lt;br /&gt;Only a true romantic can get away with wearing this ring. Luckily, that's you.&lt;br /&gt;And only a true romantic can give you this ring, so make sure you find him...!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourdreamengagementringquiz/"&gt;What's Your Dream Engagement Ring?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Princess Ball Gown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourpromstylequiz/ball-gown.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want prom to be one of the most romantic experiences of your life. For you, it's tradition all the way!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourpromstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Prom Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Most Like Eva Longoria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatmodernbombshellareyoumostlikequiz/eva.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There's something very sexy about being submissive.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatmodernbombshellareyoumostlikequiz/"&gt;What Modern Bombshell Are You Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116315305581890325?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116315305581890325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116315305581890325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116315305581890325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116315305581890325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-will-be-traditional-bride-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116296735283356170</id><published>2006-11-08T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:29:12.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes late at night &lt;br /&gt;I lie awake and watch her sleeping &lt;br /&gt;She's lost in peaceful dreams &lt;br /&gt;So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark &lt;br /&gt;And the thought crosses my mind &lt;br /&gt;If I never wake up in the morning &lt;br /&gt;Would she ever doubt the way I feel &lt;br /&gt;About her in my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes &lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her &lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day &lt;br /&gt;That she's my only one &lt;br /&gt;And if my time on earth were through &lt;br /&gt;And she must face the world without me &lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past &lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last &lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life &lt;br /&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them &lt;br /&gt;Now I live with the regret &lt;br /&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed &lt;br /&gt;So I made a promise to myself &lt;br /&gt;To say each day how much she means to me &lt;br /&gt;And avoid that circumstance &lt;br /&gt;Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes &lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her &lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day &lt;br /&gt;That she's my only one &lt;br /&gt;And if my time on earth were through &lt;br /&gt;And she must face the world without me &lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past &lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last &lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell that someone that you love &lt;br /&gt;Just what you're thinking of &lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking for song lyrics on the net and i came across this. i don't know why but when i read it, i cried. i wish someone loved me like that...that would be sooo amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday: had a very late lunch at taka with alpha then we bought our teacher a present cos he told me that everyone was getting her something so i felt so bad but when we got there, we were the only ones who bought something. we bought some gift set from L'occitane and a sunflower. tuition yesterday was the least stressful tuition i have had so far. i was looking through alpha's messages on friendster and i was a bit shocked. you know those guys who don't know you at all but they come across yr profile and send you a message trying to get to know you well i guess hes like that. those kinda ppl disgust me! i guess i'm just one of those many girls he said "hey" to on friendster. i feel like i'm walking straight past a "danger ahead" sign. i know i'm gonna get hurt and thats not something i can deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today: aaaahhhhhhhh i am sooo stupid!!! for compo i did (4) S'pore has limited land, do you think it is wise to set aside some space for nature reserves. it was something like that. i think i am the only person who did that! oh no!! plus it was sooo short and i think i screwed up section two. i couldn't remember the format for a report!!! and my report was sooo messy and disorganised! the compre and summary was actually quite alright. well all i can do abt it now is pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my discovery: i met alpha before i joined english tuition. after expresso on friday the backstage ppl went out the back of the audi to take pictures with electrico. there were 3 groups of ppl there: backstage ppl, squishy and friends and a group of guys. i asked one of the guys in front of me to help the backstage ppl take a picture with electrico and he gave me a weird look. i think he thought that i wanted to take a picture with him. after i asked him again, he helped us take a picture. thing is, i didn't look at his face so i have no idea who he is. i knew alpha went on friday so i decided to ask him a few questions&lt;br /&gt;1) did you go to the back of the audi after expresso to take pictures with electrico? yes&lt;br /&gt;2) did a girl ask you to help her take a photo with electrico? yes&lt;br /&gt;3) was she wearing black? yes&lt;br /&gt;4) did she have long hair? yes&lt;br /&gt;black clothes + back of audi + long hair = ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;he was the weird guy who helped us take a photo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116296735283356170?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116296735283356170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116296735283356170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116296735283356170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116296735283356170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes-late-at-night-i-lie-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116280301382358319</id><published>2006-11-06T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:41:29.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emath paper one was sooo easy that its scary!! if everyone does well then the curve will be soo high and it will be soooo hard for me to get my life saving A1!!! i NEED that A1!!! i definitely lost 1 mark!! ok i know that sounds rather strange but the number of ppl getting full marks for that paper is gonna be huge!! i need all the marks i can get! as for ss...shut up!! i don't want anyone to say "i told you so". i really really don't wanna hear that! i studied governance and sustainable development sooo darn well! i studied merger and separation, northern ireland, fish war, diplomacy and deterrence, education, healthcare and housing very skimpily! i know how to do the merger and separation question but everyone wanted to do that so i couldn't do it cos the standard would be sooo high! so i did northern ireland and i came up with a very short essay for part (b). i think i knew how to do one part for every question. i knew how to do 2(a), 3(a) and 4(b) but i didn't know how to do one full question. i held my pen sooo tightly that my hand got stuck and it couldn't move and i think i had blood clots in my hand. i have a lot to say abt ss so if anyone wants to have a very long discussion abt ss, call me.&lt;br /&gt;ONE SUBJECT DOWN, EIGHT MORE TO GO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i had the most disturbing nightmare last night. i woke up on the verge of tears. in my dream there was this chinese high guy with a really short bowl hair cut! you know the usual kinda nerd but he didn't have glasses. he told me that he liked me! omg! i freaked out and ran away. somehow i ended up in a really expensive italian restaurant ($90 per plate of pasta) with my dad, sara, ian, guy A and guy B. i was staring at my food but i couldn't eat it cos i was so freaked out abt the chinese high guy! suddenly, he entered the room and i screamed and ran away. everyone knows i am a really slow runner so he kept gaining on me and my heart was beating at 1000times/second then i woke up. i was sweating when i woke up and still disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to make one new discovery everyday.&lt;br /&gt;my discovery today is that alpha has a very large jacket and the reading room at british club is freezing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116280301382358319?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116280301382358319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116280301382358319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116280301382358319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116280301382358319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/emath-paper-one-was-sooo-easy-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116270076237942278</id><published>2006-11-05T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:32:54.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Princess Kimberley Ong-6-8-10.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how amusing! i will be missed by an easy bake oven!!! its kinda appropriate since sara dreamt that i died. i wonder who would really miss me if i was dead. i know most ppl might be sad for a little while but nothing special. if anyone else died, ppl all feel some kind of sadness. but who would really really miss me? new poll on my tagboard! what would you do if i died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Kindness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness is most important in a boyfriend/girlfriend.  You want someone who will go through everything with you - the best moments and the worst, and all of those other moments in between.  You love to be able to say anything to your partner, and have them say anything to you.  You are able to be extremely close with your partner for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/bfgf_piechart-1-4-3-2-5.jpg" alt="Perfect BF/GF Piechart - QuizGalaxy.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=57"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116270076237942278?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116270076237942278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116270076237942278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116270076237942278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116270076237942278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-will-your-obituary-say-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116263573772705223</id><published>2006-11-04T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:25:45.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been sleeping soooo late these days that i can't sleep early anymore :( i started off this year soo nicely! i slept at 10 unless there was a tv show in which case i would sleep at 11 latest. i feel soo completely useless like a fat retarded cow! the only good thing is that i made a fantastic discovery! in the mornings before lunch when i feel slightly abful, my boobs are 32inches, my waist is 24inches and my hips are 32inches!! yayers! but by lunch it kinda expands...:( now all i need to do is grow a lot taller (esp my legs) and increase my boobs by 4inches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: &lt;br /&gt;-i slept at 2am&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;-woke up at 10.30am&lt;br /&gt;-had breakfast and lunch &lt;br /&gt;-went back to sleep from 2pm till 4pm&lt;br /&gt;-i talked on the phone&lt;br /&gt;-had dinner (instant noodles yuck!)&lt;br /&gt;-had french tuition&lt;br /&gt;-watched charmed&lt;br /&gt;-talked on the phone&lt;br /&gt;-slept at 3am!&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;-woke up at 9am&lt;br /&gt;-went to amath tuition&lt;br /&gt;-had lunch at tanglin club&lt;br /&gt;-went back to sleep from 2pm-5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically i eat and sleep the whole day literally! i haven't even gotten any work done and i am starting to panic right now which is good but i just wish that my panic would have kicked in earlier. i have sooo much to dooo!!! ss, bio, geog, physics, chem!!! and someone is scaring me! i'm starting to doubt whether i can get my A1 for emath or not. i always get my A1 for that one subject, my life-saver but what if i don't get it for Os...i'm screwed!!!!! i feel so overwhelmed that i don't even know where to start...HELP ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116263573772705223?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116263573772705223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116263573772705223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116263573772705223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116263573772705223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-sleeping-soooo-late-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116253214160914244</id><published>2006-11-03T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:35:41.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. In TWO words, explain what ended&lt;br /&gt;your last relationship?&lt;br /&gt;-my temper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you shaved your legs?&lt;br /&gt;- never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing this morning at 8am?&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;- trying on clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you any good at math?&lt;br /&gt;-relatively good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Size of your bed?&lt;br /&gt;- super single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have any famous ancestors?&lt;br /&gt;- not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever taken out a loan to pay for&lt;br /&gt;school?&lt;br /&gt;- not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know the words to the song on your&lt;br /&gt;page?&lt;br /&gt;- what song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last thing you received in the mail?&lt;br /&gt;- friendster update thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many different drinks have you had today?&lt;br /&gt;- warm water :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you ever leave messages on people's voice&lt;br /&gt;messages&lt;br /&gt;-not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you draw your name in the sand when you&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;to the beach?&lt;br /&gt;- we drew "sizzlers" on the beach in march but apart from that nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the most painful dental procedure&lt;br /&gt;you've had?&lt;br /&gt;-i don't think i've ever had a dental procedure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is out your back door?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Any plans for friday night?&lt;br /&gt;- tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you like the Ocean?&lt;br /&gt;- not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever received one of those tins of 3&lt;br /&gt;different kinds of popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't like popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- don't know ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is your toaster working?&lt;br /&gt;- yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Something that you are excited about?&lt;br /&gt;- end of Os!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are any of your great grandparents still alive?&lt;br /&gt;-nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe your keychain?&lt;br /&gt;-i don't even have a key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When was the last time you spoke in front of a&lt;br /&gt;large group of people?&lt;br /&gt;- can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What kind of winter coat do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- we don't have winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the wheather like on your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;-its in 29days!! hopefully sunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you sleep with the door of your room open&lt;br /&gt;or closed?&lt;br /&gt;-closed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116253214160914244?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116253214160914244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116253214160914244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116253214160914244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116253214160914244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116247201114999227</id><published>2006-11-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:15:37.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is high.&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.&lt;br /&gt;And in return, you expect the same from who you love.&lt;br /&gt;Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is high.&lt;br /&gt;You've loved, lost, and loved again.&lt;br /&gt;You have had a wide range of love experiences.&lt;br /&gt;And when the real thing comes along, you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is high.&lt;br /&gt;It's your way or the highway when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;You like to be very involved in your sweetie's life.&lt;br /&gt;No question, you like to be the one calling the shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to believe in true and everlasting love...&lt;br /&gt;But you've definitely been burned enough to know better.&lt;br /&gt;You're still an optimist, but you also are a realist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is low.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you're dependent in relationships..&lt;br /&gt;It does mean that you don't have any problem sharing your life.&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, the best part of being in love is being together.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/"&gt;The Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to be a bit selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need your space and privacy. You don't like to be smothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Personality: Organized, Responsible, and Future-Oriented&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/entj.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Ideal Careers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biomedical engineer&lt;br /&gt;Business executive&lt;br /&gt;College professor&lt;br /&gt;District attorney &lt;br /&gt;Hedge fund manager&lt;br /&gt;Investment banker&lt;br /&gt;Judge&lt;br /&gt;Military leader&lt;br /&gt;Political strategist&lt;br /&gt;Surgeon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/"&gt;The Quick and Dirty Career Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Vixen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/vixen.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy and sultry, you're the one all the other reindeer dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Naughty: That fur pulling spat you got into with Dancer over Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Nice: Because even when you're nice, you're still delightfully naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to good manners and elegance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "Marry Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/marry-me.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is serious business. You don't take dating lightly.&lt;br /&gt;And even if you haven't met the right person, getting married is something you expect to do soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date:  a romantic picnic in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: subtle and calculating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: short term flings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you're a hopeless romantic with each new relationship&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116247201114999227?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116247201114999227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116247201114999227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116247201114999227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116247201114999227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-five-variable-love-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116247053597477189</id><published>2006-11-02T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:28:55.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lit was soooooooo bad! i didn't write much and i have nooo idea what the question was asking for!! deals better have the same meaning as shows or i am screwed!! i cheered myself up with a strawberry tiramisu from c&amp;f after the paper then i went to far east for a short but sweet session of retail therapy. i bought 4 pairs of socks, a belt and a top but i didn't have enough time! i wanted more tops, earrings, denim shorts, 3/4 pants and shoes. picked my dad up then went to british club for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116247053597477189?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116247053597477189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116247053597477189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116247053597477189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116247053597477189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/lit-was-soooooooo-bad-i-didnt-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116238104423981624</id><published>2006-11-01T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:37:24.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up at 11 to wake alpha up then i went back to sleep till 12 plus. i studied lit today with sara!! yayers! but now i am soooo drained! i cooked pasta today for my lunch from scratch! it was quite nice :) i am in desperate need of sugar...anyone wanna buy c&amp;f panna cotta or strawberry tiramisu or warm chocolate cake or lemon tart and bring it to my hse? yummm oh great i'm daydreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116238104423981624?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116238104423981624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116238104423981624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116238104423981624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116238104423981624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-woke-up-at-11-to-wake-alpha-up-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116238042780520229</id><published>2006-11-01T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:27:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long overdue pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle, mel, shiyou, suyee, sara, vic and laiyee &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1724.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot chocolate &gt;&gt;-("v")-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1790.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong school uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1785.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sara and i studied today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1815.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/1600/CIMG1816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1067/3883/320/CIMG1816.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116238042780520229?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116238042780520229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116238042780520229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116238042780520229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116238042780520229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-overdue-pictures-michelle-mel.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116229983386174641</id><published>2006-10-31T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:05:24.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>english tuition is stressful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its been a whole month! despite many saying it would last for 2 weeks, we made it to a month. rara says i'm scared to admit i like you for 2 reasons. 1) i am soooo afraid of getting hurt 2) you are not the kinda guy i usually like. i wonder if beta knows yet...hmmm i actually really wanna see his reaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone lets take a poll! tag on my tagboard. do you think it will last or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem prac was amazing! no gases and i could almost do the extension question!! yayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116229983386174641?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116229983386174641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116229983386174641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116229983386174641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116229983386174641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/english-tuition-is-stressful-well-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116221778825582032</id><published>2006-10-30T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:16:28.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday: went out with my family to watch doa. my family annoys the shit outta me! my dad asks me to go look at thee ck sale. i say, "why bother, its not like yr gonna buy me anything". he said he would if it was worth it so i went to look. i fell in love with this pair of jeans! and they were cheaper than levis ladies style but guess what? he didn't buy them for me. they were so worth it! drop dead gorgeous! i also got scolded for not knowing the price of a cardigan. my mum was like "how can you not know the price. you always do that!......etc.......". we were going to look at the cardigan after i got scolded so i hadn't even gone near it...how thee hell was i supposed to know the price?! anyway, doa was really really good! &lt;br /&gt;today: woke up at 11ish then alpha came over at 2. we watched my super ex-girlfriend and i attempted to roller blade. i could move! but i couldn't stop so i ended up scraping my knee cos someone took sooo long to stop me! my mum kinda caught him in my room and she called me a prostitute...what kind of a mother is that?! if thats what my own mother thinks abt me then who know what the rest of the world thinks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116221778825582032?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116221778825582032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116221778825582032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116221778825582032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116221778825582032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-went-out-with-my-family-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116209791848980720</id><published>2006-10-29T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:39:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from shiyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer one: on the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Kimberley Ong&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 2nd December&lt;br /&gt;eye colour: brown&lt;br /&gt;hair colour: dark brown/black?&lt;br /&gt;righty or lefty: lefty!&lt;br /&gt;zodiac: snake/saggitaurius&lt;br /&gt;current status: attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer two: on the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heritage: chinese&lt;br /&gt;your fears: spider, lizards, cockroaches, bugs, darkness, blood, lots of things actually&lt;br /&gt;your weakness: i have too many weaknesses and i think i wrote them on a previous post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer three:yesterday, today, tommorow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts first waking up: i wanna go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;your bedtime: 11pm! however, i haven't been following that&lt;br /&gt;your most missed memory: england and sizzlers&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer four:your Pick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pespsi or coke: don't like fizzy drinks&lt;br /&gt;macs or burger king: none. be healthy :)&lt;br /&gt;single or group dates: i've never been on a group date but i think it would be fun. but single is more romantic&lt;br /&gt;adidas or nike: nike&lt;br /&gt;lipton or nestea: i don't drink tea&lt;br /&gt;chocolate or vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;coffee or cappuccino: i don't drink either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer five: do u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoke: no and i disapprove of smoking&lt;br /&gt;curse: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;take a shower: ...what kind of a question is that??&lt;br /&gt;have a crush: is mine counted?&lt;br /&gt;think you have been in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;want to get married: definately&lt;br /&gt;believe in yourself: nope&lt;br /&gt;think u're health freak: not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer six: the past month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank alcohol: no unless pink champagne truffle mooncakes count&lt;br /&gt;been to the mall: duh! its me we're talking abt&lt;br /&gt;been on stage: yup loongest day!&lt;br /&gt;eaten sushi: unfortunately yes &lt;br /&gt;been dumped: not in the past month&lt;br /&gt;dyed your hair: in pri6 but not now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer seven: have u ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been in the stripped game: ;)&lt;br /&gt;change whoever u were to fit in: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Eight: getting old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are u hoping to get married: been dreaming abt it since i was 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer nine: in a girl/guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fav eyes colour: blue/brown&lt;br /&gt;best hair colour: i don't like guys who dye their hair so anything natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer ten: what are u doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one min ago: typing&lt;br /&gt;1 hr ago: having french tuition&lt;br /&gt;5 hrs ago: sleeping&lt;br /&gt;1 week ago: having lunch&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago: celebrating cos it was the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer eleven: complete the sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love: God, shopping, cheerleading, singing in the shower, eating, sleeping, my friends&lt;br /&gt;I feel: tired&lt;br /&gt;I hate: i'm trying not to hate but i strongly dislike backstabbers, boyfriend stealers, my enemies, ppl who hurt me&lt;br /&gt;I hide: some of my insecurities&lt;br /&gt;I miss: lots of things like going to church, shopping, being free&lt;br /&gt;I need to: be a better person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116209791848980720?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116209791848980720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116209791848980720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116209791848980720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116209791848980720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-shiyou-layer-one-on-outside-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116204421574931205</id><published>2006-10-28T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:03:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Are you photogenic?&lt;br /&gt;nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What time do you go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;normally 11 but everyone has been keeping me up recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last thing you did before this?&lt;br /&gt;ate a brownie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who's the one you always meet the most?&lt;br /&gt;alpha? or sara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who's the person you'll call if you need help?&lt;br /&gt;sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's on your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;end of Os!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Which do you prefer? American idol or Singapore idol? (i changed it)&lt;br /&gt;american idol duh! what kind of a question is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. With whom do you have the most fun?&lt;br /&gt;sizzlers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Which movie do you wanna watch now?&lt;br /&gt;step up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When was the last time you went out? Who did you go out with?&lt;br /&gt;today with my mum and two sister :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you hate the most for now?&lt;br /&gt;exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you do everyday besides eat and sleep?&lt;br /&gt;watch tv, talk on the phone, dream abt shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Colors that make you happy ?&lt;br /&gt;pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favourite thing/s in your room ?&lt;br /&gt;bed, laptop, tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Plan to buy something?&lt;br /&gt;clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you satisfied with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like seafood?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Breakfast or dinner?&lt;br /&gt;if i can wake up in time for breakfast then breakfast but dinner is nice too although really expensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you like chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;didn't before but now i do. leonidas gianduja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have a laptop?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What's your favorite fast food?&lt;br /&gt;curley fries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Cats or dogs?&lt;br /&gt;dogs! i'm not a cat person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Salty or sweet?&lt;br /&gt;popcorn? salty but i don't like popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Urban or rural?&lt;br /&gt;urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is kissing normal for your age?&lt;br /&gt;probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you athletic?&lt;br /&gt;nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favourite bands for now?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really listen to music and i am seriously outdated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have your own cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;big t and fbts/ck boxers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Ever had a crush on a teacher in high school?&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Coke or pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;i don't like fizzy drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Sugar or spice?&lt;br /&gt;sugar cos i'm sweet like that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Can you use chopsticks?&lt;br /&gt;incorrectly but it works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you care about getting good grades?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever fallen asleep in class?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Get a job or ask your parents for money?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had more money but i don't really want a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Is your mom strict?&lt;br /&gt;she tries to be but she does it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do your parents give you enough privacy?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do your parents trust you?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Would you ever wanna lose your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Does your best friend get on your nerves?&lt;br /&gt;i hardly talk to one of them and i lost the other one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you make friends quickly?&lt;br /&gt;not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you tell your mom everything?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What do you and your parents fight about most?&lt;br /&gt;everything. they find things to scold me abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. If you love someone and her/she rejected you, what would you do to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;make them regret it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Can you sing or rap?&lt;br /&gt;nooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. If you had one wish , who would you make your wife/husband for life?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna answer that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116204421574931205?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116204421574931205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116204421574931205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116204421574931205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116204421574931205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116203869545262155</id><published>2006-10-28T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T21:24:03.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks for being there for me! it means a lot to me :) i know that you are the only person who will pick up my call at 7.30am even though you are sleeping. i can always count on you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday: french was actually quite alright. i wrote an essay on a fire and an essay on a flood. i wrote an essay on a fire before so it was ok. however, i didn't know what flood was in french so i said "the water covered the road" and i think i used the wrong word for cover. after french i went to the boss ladies sale and i only bought one spag! i loved sooo many things but there was something wrong with all of them! i loved this jacket that was too small for me and $368, i loved this top that was too big for me and $104, i loved this other top that was perfect but $150 and i loved this suit that was too big for me and $568, all prices after less. alpha came over at night and we ordered pizza. we watched tv, baked brownies and played tai tee with natty. my parents almost caught him though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today: i had tuition and just when i left the taxi stand, shaun went to the taxi stand so i missed him! my mum brought natty, jelly and me for sushi. i hate sushi! makes me feel sick! went to dad's clinic after that. just as we were abt to leave, alpha called and said his family were in centerpoint so i said,"going to centerpoint for ten mintues. be back soon." to my parents and rushed outta the clinic before they could reply. on saturdays centerpoint is pretty crowded so you can guess how hard it was to find 4 ppl i have never seen before in that crowd. well i did find them eventually! i was waiting for them to split up like alpha said so i could ask shaun if he was shaun but after i found them, i lost them so i ran all over robinsons looking for them. from the cosmetics to the ladies to the mens to the kitchenware and bed linen to the kids and beds section. i still couldn't find them though. then my dad called me so i had to go back. alpha arrived shortly after i left so i missed him too! why do i always miss everyone?! i think i have a thing for missing ppl. i took a nap when i got home and when i woke up everyone was gone, even my maid! just cooked pasta and now i am really really bored in my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116203869545262155?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116203869545262155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116203869545262155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116203869545262155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116203869545262155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/thanks-for-being-there-for_116203869545262155.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116186556127393278</id><published>2006-10-26T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:26:02.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arrived in school at 6.45 and found nat chin. yay!! we have ours shirts! i just wish it had everyone's names on it so 50years down the road i can remember all of you. went for worship before prac. it was really nice...i felt more calm than ever. i really should go to church but where? i'm open to suggestions. i miss church and i need to try to be a better person. prac was ok i guess but i left 4marks blank cos i didn't have time. up till now i still don't know if its supposed to be a curve or straight line but i'm soo sure its a straight line. sara and i went crazy after prac during quarrentine. we sung songs for 4 hours!! i sound like a horse now :( we started with christmas songs then went on to old songs and disney songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home, my mum agreed to take me to a sale. yayers! but the sale was crap for girls anyway. they had french connection guys tops for $29.90 and valentino mens suits for $249 but i'm not a guy so the only thing i bought was ck boxers :'( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really unfair! the condition for rachel to go to japan was that she had to do well for end of year exams. she is in the worst express class in new town secondary school and their papers are easy peasy lemon squeezey! she did well enough to go according to my parents. she got 3rd in class. how much did she get? .....L1R5=26points!!!! if that gets her to japan then i should be given a trip around the world! "at least she passed everything"-my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116186556127393278?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116186556127393278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116186556127393278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116186556127393278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116186556127393278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/arrived-in-school-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116177607926455942</id><published>2006-10-25T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:34:39.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my leg hurts sooo badly!!! remind me never to push myself really hard for splits. went to coduroy &amp; finch for lunch with alpha. he had linguni with mushrooms and noilly prat(?), german potato salad with chives. i had a sirloin burger with salad and fries, creamed spinach and we shared a strawberry tiramisu. yum! but ohhhh i can feel the fat! we watched you, me and dupree afterwards but i still have no idea what happens in the show even though i have watched it twice. i guess i never pay attention. but he is worse than me! one hour into the show he says, "oh is that guy's name dupree?"...hes slower than me! i wanna blog abt menoanus but he won't let meee!!! i like you a lot too, yup i do. &lt;br /&gt;its ok, we will learn to be better ppl. it could be worse right? we could think the world of ourselves and not care if we are bad ppl or not. at least we accept the fact that we need to improve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116177607926455942?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116177607926455942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116177607926455942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116177607926455942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116177607926455942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-leg-hurts-sooo-badly-remind-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116169457093054564</id><published>2006-10-24T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T20:56:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my goodness! oh my goodness! oh my goodness! i feel like cursing my ass off right now! i had more than 7hours of tuition today!&lt;br /&gt;10 00-12 40 french tuition&lt;br /&gt;14 00-18 00 amath tuition&lt;br /&gt;20 00-20 40 english with my grandma&lt;br /&gt;to make matters worse, i slept past 2am yesterday cos i was waiting for someone to sing me a song and i woke up at 8am to do my french hw cos being me, i didn't do it. my eyebags are the size of montana!!! during lunch, for the first time ever, natty decided to sit next to me and what did she do? she spilt barley all over me! the only good thing abt today was that i had rack of lamb for dinner with garlic mash potatoes and portobello mushrooms. my daddy makes the best rack of lamb! i ate with my hands so i got fat all over my fingers so i had to wash my hands with detergent 5 times. i feel so fat and pimpley!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116169457093054564?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116169457093054564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116169457093054564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116169457093054564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116169457093054564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-my-goodness-oh-my-goodness-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116161404169343100</id><published>2006-10-23T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:23:32.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what an unhealthy end to my really healthy day :( went to coduroy &amp; finch after dinner for dessert. i had a salad, 4 different chocolate cakes, vanilla icecream, hot chocolate with marshmallows plus i sampled natty's strawberry tiramisu and vanilla milkshake, angelica's warm chocolate pudding and chocolate fudge milkshake and my dad's caramel pudding. oh how fattening!!! but i feel like eating more chocolate now! ahhhh i miss leonidas chocolate i want them sooo badly to add on to my really unhealthy day.i shall be the healthiest person on earth tomorrow i shall have greens for breakfast, beans for lunch and carrots for dinner. although i dont really like carrots but i eat them cause they're good for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116161404169343100?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116161404169343100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116161404169343100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116161404169343100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116161404169343100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-unhealthy-end-to-my-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116160157547625003</id><published>2006-10-23T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:06:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel sooo healthy today!! i ate oat cereal for breakfast, macaroni soup for lunch and chicken casserole for dinner. oats are good for me, soup is good for me too and it was home made so no msg and chicken casserole is lean meat with veg and barely any carbs. plus i went to the gym!! i was playing around most of the time but my body aches soooo much now! memo to myself: never wear spanky pants to the gym! i felt sooo exposed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116160157547625003?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116160157547625003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116160157547625003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116160157547625003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116160157547625003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-sooo-healthy-today-i-ate-oat.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116158686239255031</id><published>2006-10-23T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:01:02.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KIMBERLEY ONG FINISHED STUDYING THE WHOLE OF ORGANIC CHEMISTRY!!! ok so most ppl have probably finished studying the whole book but for me its a big achievement!! do i feel accomplished? extremely! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my greatest weaknesses:&lt;br /&gt;-lack of self-discipline&lt;br /&gt;-selfish&lt;br /&gt;-unable to express love&lt;br /&gt;-cold&lt;br /&gt;-stubborn&lt;br /&gt;-slightly insane (not in a good way)&lt;br /&gt;-fierce&lt;br /&gt;-mean&lt;br /&gt;-cowardly&lt;br /&gt;-proud&lt;br /&gt;-evil&lt;br /&gt;-judgemental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness! i'm everything bad that exists!! me=bad person :'( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aim: to become a better person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116158686239255031?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116158686239255031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116158686239255031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116158686239255031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116158686239255031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/kimberley-ong-finished-studying-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116158166361979640</id><published>2006-10-23T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:34:23.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i so cold??? i'm not able to express my love for anyone!! i think its best for me to not love cos if i do, the ones i love will be the ones who suffer. its frustrating!! i have all this love in my heart and it just seems to come out all wrong...i wish i knew how to show my love. anyone who can teach me pls do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116158166361979640?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116158166361979640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116158166361979640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116158166361979640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116158166361979640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-am-i-so-cold-im-not-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116149804267353796</id><published>2006-10-22T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:37:39.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're amazing...i think you know me better than i think you do. you really showed that you care last night...you could tell something was wrong and i didn't even know i was giving a look. somehow now i believe that you will protect me, protect me in a way frogy never did. you make me feel so special...could it be love? maybe...why did i show you my box? the box no one else has seen even after 3yrs with frogy...i guess it just felt right like i could trust you...i'm still pretty confused myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116149804267353796?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116149804267353796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116149804267353796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116149804267353796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116149804267353796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116144198799460989</id><published>2006-10-21T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:46:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! dinner was sooo yummy! i went to jaan at swisshotel. the view was amazing! to tell you how expensive the restaurant was, i will tell you the price of the pumpkin soup...$34!!! i had duck liver for appetizers, duck leg for main and apple tart for dessert. i love it there! the ppl are sooo nice! they kept offering me more bread and chocolates. this guy proposed to this girl there...it was sooo sweet! my sister is sooo.......my mum told her to wear something nice and what did she wear? a billabong denim skirt and a huge op top with sports shoes and high socks! she is soo clueless! maybe even smart? cos she was so badly dressed my mum bought her stuff from warehouse plus new earrings! &lt;br /&gt;my day started off terribly! i woke up at 8.45 and got ready for tuition...i was only told that today was a public holiday after i put on my shoes! i went back to sleep and was woken up one hour later by natty's scream. i had lunch and went back to sleep again till 4. went to rtc at 5 then dinner at 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask what happened yesterday...i don't wanna talk abt it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: i was supposed to study with ian at the library and believe it or not, he has never been to a library before. we ended up watching a movie. the prestige is the most boring movie i have ever seen in my entire life! we walked out before it ended. on the way home, we stopped over at the park and guess who we saw? beta!!! while i was on the swing, he asked if he could sit on the other one and i said ok but i was thinking "i thought he said swings make him sick". hes just strange...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116144198799460989?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116144198799460989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116144198799460989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116144198799460989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116144198799460989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-dinner-was-sooo-yummy-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116127491335534888</id><published>2006-10-20T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:21:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is love? on dictionary.com it is &lt;br /&gt;love  [luhv] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation noun, verb, loved, lov‧ing. &lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.&lt;br /&gt;2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.&lt;br /&gt;3. sexual passion or desire.&lt;br /&gt;4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;5. (used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?&lt;br /&gt;6. a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.&lt;br /&gt;7. sexual intercourse; copulation.&lt;br /&gt;8. (initial capital letter) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.&lt;br /&gt;9. affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;10. strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.&lt;br /&gt;11. the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.&lt;br /&gt;12. the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God.&lt;br /&gt;13. Chiefly Tennis. a score of zero; nothing.&lt;br /&gt;14. a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the thesaurus it is&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry:   love&lt;br /&gt;Part of Speech:   noun 1&lt;br /&gt;Definition:   adoration&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms:   adulation, affection, allegiance, amity, amorousness, amour, appreciation, ardency, ardor, attachment, case*, cherishing, crash, crush, delight, devotedness, devotion, emotion, enchantment, enjoyment, fervor, fidelity, flame, fondness, friendship, hankering, idolatry, inclination, infatuation, involvement, like, liking, lust, mad for, mash, partiality, pash, passion, piety, rapture, regard, relish, respect, sentiment, soft spot*, taste, tenderness, the hots, weakness, wild for*, worship, yearning, zeal&lt;br /&gt;Antonyms:   hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, i think some of the definitions and synonyms are wrong. how can love be the same as like? love is sooo much more than that. i guess love can't really be described. i think love is different to every person. to me, guy-girl love is a feeling for a person that makes you wanna do everything for the person, give your all to the person (self sacrifice), you want the person to be happy no matter what. loving yr family and friends is always being there for them and stuff like that. i don't know...maybe my definition is wrong or i am really bad at describing it. all i know is that love is forever and i am aboslutely positive abt that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116127491335534888?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116127491335534888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116127491335534888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116127491335534888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116127491335534888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-is-love-on-dictionary.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116117785758041574</id><published>2006-10-18T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:24:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like eating everything in the hse! maybe its just one of my moods...either i am really sad or really bored. sara and i had a really interesting conversation just now. we came to the conclusion that love never dies, its just that ppl change. i've never really thought abt it before...like i always believed that if it wasn't forever then it wasn't love but i realise that it could be. i really do believe in fate and soul mates...like the one perfect person God has chosen for me. i believe that God has a plan for me and everything will go according to his plan. God works in mysterious ways so from what i've heard, the person will be the one i least expect it to be. i know love isn't perfect and marriage isn't happily ever after. i'm not dumb you know. love is tough and painful but true love is stronger than all the pain. i know what it feels like and even though i was such a mess and in soo much pain, i still want love. what is it exactly? i have no idea. why does everyone desire it? not a clue. is it worth it? definately. i guess i'm just incomplete without it but how am i supposed to find love when i can't seem to move on from my past? my past still haunts me and its unfair to lots of ppl. i need to work on building my future instead of dwelling on my past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116117785758041574?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116117785758041574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116117785758041574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116117785758041574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116117785758041574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-like-eating-everything-in-hse.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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-34979778.post-116108736738922047</id><published>2006-10-17T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:16:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bio prac was a disaster!!! well for me anyway...i drew the wrong graph and realised the right one when the guy said 55seconds left!!! i did some other really stupid things too but i shall not elaborate cos it will make me sound like an idiot. alpha really is sooooooo annoying!!!! i cut my foot while walking down the stairs :( how smart of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34979778-116108736738922047?l=princessong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/feeds/116108736738922047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34979778&amp;postID=116108736738922047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116108736738922047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34979778/posts/default/116108736738922047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessong.blogspot.com/2006/10/bio-prac-was-disaster-well-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberley Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01279417082502980459</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>
