<?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-38796174</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:23:02.251+09:00</updated><title type='text'>*[[ Princess - Fairytales ]]*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38796174.post-4516212870645605535</id><published>2007-11-09T03:26:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T03:44:04.211+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RzNXWw_PL0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/tJN-6B2aRT0/s1600-h/DSC02708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130540449124003650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RzNXWw_PL0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/tJN-6B2aRT0/s320/DSC02708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RzNWFA_PLzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SISAcs5e6s4/s1600-h/DSC02696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130539044669697842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RzNWFA_PLzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SISAcs5e6s4/s320/DSC02696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RzNVmg_PLyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/J-OHTUXPRto/s1600-h/DSC02688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130538520683687714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RzNVmg_PLyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/J-OHTUXPRto/s320/DSC02688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RzNVPw_PLxI/AAAAAAAAADs/1Cg2hHWwpEI/s1600-h/DSC02683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130538129841663762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RzNVPw_PLxI/AAAAAAAAADs/1Cg2hHWwpEI/s320/DSC02683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Suay post number so Im just going to post pictures.. Bleh~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For more information, do visit www.princessnana.myphotoalbum.com!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-4516212870645605535?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4516212870645605535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=4516212870645605535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/4516212870645605535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/4516212870645605535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/11/fairytale-13.html' title='Fairytale #13'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RzNXWw_PL0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/tJN-6B2aRT0/s72-c/DSC02708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38796174.post-5655292942966855284</id><published>2007-10-24T00:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T00:21:46.741+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/Rx4RfNuZLQI/AAAAAAAAADk/PSqiTNbRXOo/s1600-h/411082t3ght1ohx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124552653952068866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/Rx4RfNuZLQI/AAAAAAAAADk/PSqiTNbRXOo/s320/411082t3ght1ohx8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE SCHOOL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-5655292942966855284?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5655292942966855284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=5655292942966855284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/5655292942966855284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/5655292942966855284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/10/fairytale-12.html' title='Fairytale #12'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/Rx4RfNuZLQI/AAAAAAAAADk/PSqiTNbRXOo/s72-c/411082t3ght1ohx8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38796174.post-8658736305473002024</id><published>2007-10-03T02:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T02:24:54.443+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Pain Is Simply Killing ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bite To Overcome E Pain.. It Works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heal My Wounds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-8658736305473002024?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8658736305473002024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=8658736305473002024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/8658736305473002024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/8658736305473002024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/10/fairytale-11.html' title='Fairytale #11'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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-38796174.post-1226005887684818536</id><published>2007-09-27T17:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:48:14.164+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nothing much to do today.. Perhaps meeting up with Angel for dinner but she hasnt respond to my invitation yet. Havent been seeing her much these days as Ive been sick and so didnt go to work much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Should I go for the marathon?? Yes A MARATHON! Don cha look down on me I believe myself that I could do it.. Its 10km and it seems long.. The previous marathon that I took part in is the National Dog Walk marathon whereby I brought my kids down.. With their company I can easily do 10km although I was all the way worrying for them afraid that they will get dehydrated on the way.. After that when all of us were tired there was this fufilling sense of achievement.. But that was in August.. The upcoming marathon is in November I suppose.. Many CCA groups are going to send representatives or some of them they whole team.. What about my CCA?? No news.. My CCA is always like disorganised, waste time, weak management team.. Muddleheads..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Although Im sitting here doing nothing but listening to music and blogging, I suddenly feel a sense of urgency to study for my CHEMISTRY! As I didnt not go for my Business and I didnt do my Mathematics, Chemistry paper is my only hope now and of course following that my Art paper which is a H1 that i needed as I didnt not go for the chinese paper.. Missed out alot on that.. Business and Chinese is one of my targeted passed subjects but I didnt go for them. What a dread... MY goodness.. What have I lost??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heal my wounds. I dont wanna live forever like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-1226005887684818536?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1226005887684818536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=1226005887684818536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/1226005887684818536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/1226005887684818536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/fairytale-10.html' title='Fairytale #10'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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-38796174.post-3186157109772617948</id><published>2007-09-26T16:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:15:04.306+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RvoHcNuZLPI/AAAAAAAAADc/-KIBwnDPv0Y/s1600-h/Shashin1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114408508134599922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RvoHcNuZLPI/AAAAAAAAADc/-KIBwnDPv0Y/s320/Shashin1126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Didnt manage to blog in much.. Kinda busy with examinations. Fair badly though. Admit that I didnt put in much effort into it. Didnt even take my chinese language and my management of business papers.. Was sick and it sucks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;検査は私にたくさん重点を置き、私はそれに焦点を合わせることができなかった. 私はそれでよくしたいと思う..しかし私は病気だった..私の調査に集中しなかった.. Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My only hope now is just my Art and Chemistry paper. I gotta do well in these 2 before i lose the chance in continue being in MI. MI makes us all Mentally Insane..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not to forget mentioning about my classmate JK.. Totally off today. We were at the busstop and wanted to ask which bus is he taking to as he stays in BB. Instead he did not see us and we went off. A hardworking guy I could say. Wants me to motivate him which was a tough job as I dont even motivate myself. He was recently promoted to be my GOODIES and he always want to put me and Zhuzhu together. Hey people! Me and Zhuzhu are just BESTIES.. Not what you guys expected to be.. He deserves someone better alright! So shut your gaps buddies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JK JK! We gotta go to PU2 together alright! Even if the results are not what you wanted, life still goes on and life couldnt be better with me by your side always smiling at you and supporting you in whatever dumb thing that you wanna do. We shall together be promoted and do good in our As ya! Gambatte Kudasai!! You can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Havent been going for movies, hightea, shopping, icecream and many many stuffs.. I miss my olden days.. Especially those days whereby Im working in office.. Korean lunch, after work shopping, spending time at sentosa every saturaday playing volley and slacking at coffee clubs on sundays to pen my music drafts.. Everything is so UNstress.. Unlike now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Played piano just now and my mind was all in a mess. I do not know why. Just sort of... VEXED. Everything is running through my mind frantically and it doesnt STOP! So stressed out kind of feeling. All I want is to sit down, have ice vanilla cocoa, listen to my favourite songs in an air conditioned room. I just wanna be a simple girl..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I EMPHASIZE AGAIN! A simple GIRL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;P.S:[Added-Shoutbox-@-OTHERS.. Do-Tag!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-3186157109772617948?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3186157109772617948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=3186157109772617948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/3186157109772617948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/3186157109772617948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/fairytale-9.html' title='Fairytale #9'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RvoHcNuZLPI/AAAAAAAAADc/-KIBwnDPv0Y/s72-c/Shashin1126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38796174.post-6742959336676610093</id><published>2007-09-21T02:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:07:45.306+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sort of missing school... Havent been to school for like 3 days and im also missing lots of stuff.. On medical leave till next week. Oh manz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MOB tutorials' deadline is on Monday where our General Paper starts.. What a brat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Im so bored till I took out my henna and started drawing on my limps.. Ive both sides of my left hand and on both feets.. I do have a talent for henna drawing and I mysel love it. Drew one for my mum too.. Will upload pictures tomorrow when the henna turns darker..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114405342743702706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RvoEj9uZLLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fWhbot2gO0A/s320/Shashin292.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114405995578731746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RvoFJ9uZLOI/AAAAAAAAADU/VCvcGJ2AkS0/s320/Shashin290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114405497362525378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RvoEs9uZLMI/AAAAAAAAADE/bDXeGX_awVs/s320/Shashin291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, how i wish I could fully convert into Hinduism and be a Hindu.. An Indian.. Who wears sari everyday with bangles and bindi and anklets and dance the Indian dances.. Cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Actually wanted to join the indian dance but I dont think the indian dance is good enough for me.. seriously.. their dance steps are so simple.. Its just the indian song that makes it nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BRING ME TO INDIA and I CAN SURVIVE!! (for 2 DAYS only.. cause I cannot stand their coconut smell) Im prejudice to the coconut oil and not them. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;People laugh at me when they saw my puutu or bindi and they just thought I was out of my mind. I pray to Hindu gods alright and I know who is who.. Last week was Elephant God's birthday and I knew it! Do you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cut it off my Indian crap... I really wanna be indian if I could choose. Not chinese definately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My wounds hurt today and it totally shove me out of my bed. Very uncomfy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heal me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-6742959336676610093?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6742959336676610093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=6742959336676610093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/6742959336676610093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/6742959336676610093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/fairytale-8.html' title='Fairytale #8'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RvoEj9uZLLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fWhbot2gO0A/s72-c/Shashin292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38796174.post-493392563287178252</id><published>2007-09-19T14:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:42:17.217+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Didnt go to school today. Dont ask me why. Curse me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Going out to mug for my Chemistry. Really gotta put in more effort before i sincerely flunk it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-493392563287178252?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/493392563287178252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=493392563287178252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/493392563287178252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/493392563287178252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/fairytale-7.html' title='Fairytale #7'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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-38796174.post-349197515951351079</id><published>2007-09-18T17:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:20:30.600+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Skipped Business today. Too tired to be bothered if it gets me into trouble. Hack it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss volley so much.. So much so that it brings tears to me. Never thought that I will be so weak to land only on the pool and mahjong tables. Loved my volley so so much. Its something I never want to lose but I lost it to fate. Hey peeps, competitions I will be there for you girls.. Go Scherzo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Went to school as usual today. Nothing much to brag about. Yitong wasnt in school therefore stuck to one tootie the whole day. He's caring, abit blur, hardworking, kiddy. Overall, nice guy. Accountable for my maths improvement. When I gave up hope on Maths, he told me that I should at least try so that in future I dont regret about anything in MI. It really spurs me as Im a girl who dont accept regrets in my life. I dont regret whatever shit that I do. It takes alot of thinking though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;While doing Maths today Im so lethargic. Both my hands' energy are like sucked up by some alien ants or something. I couldnt pluck strenght to even write. Yesterday during General Paper was worst, no energy to write at all. Please tell me what's happening I dont wanna live in the dark. What if one day in school I suddenly couldnt even hold my pen to write? I love my hands. Especially my fingers.. They are so precious to me. They grow up with me, its because of them that I went to further my Music education. I wanted the best for them but now they are failing on me.. Vexed.. The best thing is I never wanted to tell anyone about this. It hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-349197515951351079?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/349197515951351079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=349197515951351079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/349197515951351079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/349197515951351079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/fairytale-6.html' title='Fairytale #6'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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-38796174.post-546853426288420367</id><published>2007-09-17T23:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:49:35.277+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Busy with school and work.. I gotta stop work and get back on track with my studies. My promotional exams are like NEXT WEEK and what have I revised?? No idea at all. I just know the simple stuffs but what about the details? Details are what I can score right?? Perhaps simply lazy and poor time management. Too much time spent on work, dogs, rest.. Did i say rest?? I didnt even sleep well these few days... Escpecially after this events..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Friday morning, as usual, I met up with 2 of my friends who head to school the same train as me. So we will meet at the 3rd cabin door. That morning I was early so I sat at the stone benches available and waited patiently for them. As I was waiting, my phone rang. It was Zhuzhu and he said he WAS AT THE 3rd CABIN DOOR?? I thot I was daydreaming so I stood up and search for them. No one was in sight. I began to sort of ignore his nonsense as I thought he was playing prank on me. As I walk down the track looking for them another train came by. To my amazement, this train arrived like less then 2 minutes?? I board the train and headed to school on my own. On the way I texted Zhuzhu and ask if he saw me. He said NO. Honestly, I didnt see anyone of them at all. Soon, we reached BukitBatok station and I alight. Totally astounded when I saw the both of them walking towards the escalator. They clarified that they were indeed at Woodland station and didnt see me at all... Oh my goodness. Am I blocked by some invisible friend??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Next up was that after my PE lesson my left eye start to swell badly and so I reached for my eyedrop and was frantically washing my eye. I went to the ladies at level 2 near our LectureRoom 2 and I was alone in the whole washroom. I removed my contact lens and wash my eye throughly. When I felt better I put my lens back and as my hand is holding my eyelid up I saw a cubicle's door swaying by the corner of my eye. As I was unsure about the sight due to my eye which was hurting, I looked at that door and the door SLAMMED hard at me. I freaked out and ran out of the washroom. I grabbed hold to Mazzy and told her what happened. She wasnt amazed at all neither was she puzzled. This morning, another girl experienced similiar incident of the banging door and Mazzy was in that washroom and overheard the conversation. That girl actually went to write in bold black marker "DO NOT USE THIS TOILET!" I think I saw some wordings on the door when it swayed. My goodness... Friday just wasnt my day at all. Totally blew me off my legs and I didnt sleep that night. Wanted so much to share with Zhuzhu but he wont believe me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This morning I shared this with Yitong and Joey. Joey said that on one of the day when she left the school late something weird happened too. Somebody's got something up their sleeves I suppose. Just please dont target me. I cant really take this. Leave me alone. Im kind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Other then that nothing much happened. Go to school as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Saturaday at work was terrible. We had to do a basic groom of this female German Shepard puppy who was about 8 months old. But imagine her overwheling strenght that she has. She has a weakness which is afraid of bathing as her owner, while bathing, made her uncomfortable and she sort of developed a phobia to bathing. When I turn on the tap, she went bonkers. Totally out of control and when the shower is turned off she stays still for shampoo. We had to trick her which is to divert her attention but we failed. She nearly pounce on me and she can simply pin me on the ground. Of cause she scratched and pierce her nails on me and she gave me a "bath" instead of me bathing her. My hair is in shampoo and body all drenched. How fun it is to deal with a huge breed with this much of strenght in her. The best thing is that she doesnt bite. Or else...... Im dead by then. Sebas took over as Ive drained all my energy and I actually felt hungry when I step out of the grooming room. Used up all the energy to hold her in place and to control her by grabbing her skin at the neck and my left hand just cramped while clenching to her skin. One of the reason why she can be controlled as I couldnt release my fist. Amazing day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gotta move on in life.. Therefore... Ta duh! Time for revision. Wasted quite some time as I went to the night bazaar with Angel. Didnt manage to get many stuffs. Nothing much this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh I wanna thank the tall tall de for walking home with me. Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-546853426288420367?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/546853426288420367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=546853426288420367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/546853426288420367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/546853426288420367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/fairytale-5.html' title='Fairytale #5'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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-38796174.post-7334317883740682300</id><published>2007-09-14T00:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:18:28.200+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After skipping school for 2 days I sort of miss school.. Miss having fun and gossiping and panicky for tests and choosing what stupid food to eat and how to face each and every teacher and stress about promos.. kick it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109723663408763938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RulimXHjFCI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z0YLjW-RS20/s320/Shashin158.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;went out shopping spree with Angel... Pool for like how many centuries how many million game. We did individual games whereby we go by numbers and each of us played a few rounds. After that we go to the normal playing. Boring... We left only when our legs are dead tired. We can go on forever playing pool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109723001983800306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/Rulh_3HjE_I/AAAAAAAAACU/afZ4QTNOud0/s320/Shashin271.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109723221027132418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RuliMnHjFAI/AAAAAAAAACc/CxsyTSwRteI/s320/Shashin275.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After pool we headed down to the creepy coffee bean for the new special mocha mudslide ice blended (Angel drank that) which is mocha plus irish cream syrup de ice blend. Mine was white chocolate dream. Bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Drove down to Orchard for shopping.. Far East.. WAIT!! Before that we ate pizza hut. CONTINUE!! Angel wanted to buy a few stuffs so we shop around. I bought only a HelloKitty pencil box. Haha! Kumar&amp;Ruban spoilt my pencil box! Eeww! Hatred! And also a set of new bikini.. Wootz! Love the beach so much.. One sad thing is that Ive quitted my volleyball team. I just couldnt take it. My health is doing down the slope and things arent getting better. You will be flabberghasted to know what Im down with. Perhaps obesity is one of them? And Sotong-ism?? Bleh~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Shop shop shop till we drop.. So by the time we stopped shopping it was the time whereby the shops close. Thanks to those who've served us. A pleasent shopping journey all together for today. No stupid or dumb incidents throughout.. Nice one today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM GOING TO START DIETING! I think I've gained weight... Pui Pui liao!! v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can go only on fruits and vegetables but recently my gastric problems are acting up and it's kinda irritating. I didnt get the sleep last time until about 8am today. All thanks to gastric problems. Really sucks! On and off on and off.. Aawww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So.. Am I going to sleep early today?? I bet so.. Damn tiring day. Shopping makes you dreadful and its a waste on energy. Well I hope it can slim woman down.. Dont cha?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109723341286216722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RuliTnHjFBI/AAAAAAAAACk/9lC5wSy1VQA/s320/Shashin286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-7334317883740682300?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7334317883740682300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=7334317883740682300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/7334317883740682300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/7334317883740682300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/fairytale-4.html' title='Fairytale #4'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RulimXHjFCI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z0YLjW-RS20/s72-c/Shashin158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38796174.post-3824293430045438551</id><published>2007-09-13T01:28:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T01:42:10.097+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RugWxHHjE9I/AAAAAAAAACE/Scq6L2VqdfI/s1600-h/Shashin173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109358810231935954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RugWxHHjE9I/AAAAAAAAACE/Scq6L2VqdfI/s320/Shashin173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RugWkXHjE8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/AWVQamtn0QA/s1600-h/Shashin061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109358591188603842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RugWkXHjE8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/AWVQamtn0QA/s320/Shashin061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yesterday was fine in school.. Volleyball in the afternoon and went to Orchard for dinner.. Night was so moody that I cried myself to sleep.. Down down down......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woke up happy! Didnt go to school.. Not for today and tomorrow.. Yeah curse me but im not going.. Went down for work till about 930pm and met up with Zhuzhu.. He sent me home. So sweet huh? We didnt talk much though.. After sending me back he went home by himself. Wasnt that a waste of time? Maybe not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Feeling so tired though I slept alot today.. Not as sad as yesterday but theres still this pinch of sadness in me.. Sort of depressed by it.. Well, it's not going to stop me from going to play pool tomorrow.. I love pool.. It's indoors, no sweat, no need for sports wear (can dress sexy to play pool... Hoho!) Clevage wanted!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I think I should stop listening to these sad songs! Its bringing me down.. Especially if Im singing to it.. Oh SuckS! It brings tears to me.. Or perhaps Im just too emotional.. Trust me I wont cry in front of other people.. Egoistic Girl I Am! [&gt;.&lt;]v!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thanks to my emotions at times.. When Im writing songs especially.. I need the emotions.. STRONG feelings. Sad, Happy, Loved, Tensed, Seneries... Oh manz I really need to be full of emotions to pen a good one down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Looking at my life, It wasnt as exciting as many of my friends will think it was. How interesting can life be without love? (p.s.: from the opposite sex) Im getting more and more lesbian orientated but just how much I prevent myself from being like them. I need more guy friends. Save me! Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shoot me. The wounds hurt. They hurt badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109358200346579890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RugWNnHjE7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/iwHlHnCQXUc/s320/142501u72njytb17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-3824293430045438551?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3824293430045438551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=3824293430045438551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/3824293430045438551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/3824293430045438551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/fairytale-3.html' title='Fairytale #3'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RugWxHHjE9I/AAAAAAAAACE/Scq6L2VqdfI/s72-c/Shashin173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38796174.post-7879737404597106443</id><published>2007-09-11T02:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T03:03:42.108+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A brand new life has began.. Me, Myself &amp; I..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108636233006786754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RuWFllMPKMI/AAAAAAAAABc/4WXBnf89Xms/s320/butt2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Life is tough. Not a great deal to me at all. Sucks. Rubbish. All strings attached.Nutx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nothing bets being just a simple school going girl but things are the way we see it. What we see is just the surface and how many people dig down to find out more? Only a curious cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For the past few months, many things happened as usual. Everybody have ups and downs in life.. Its just the matter of fact how they face it. YES! and how am i going to face my own life? It has been too hectic. I just wanna slow down.. Give up some of my achievements and focus on my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I never liked studying. No talent at all in mathematics, science, whatever subjects out there in the world.. I discovered I do have a pinch for music and language. Aaw... Music is a LANGUAGE! Just how far can I go with these two?? Pretty near to reality. No distance. No velocity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Started to slow down and look at my life.. One of the reasons why I started to blog.. I wanna make my life interesting. I wanna make my life memorable and precious on my death bed. No regrets at all. No tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Earning big bucks but I dont think Ive time for extra classes, shopping, gathering with my Gf and my precious ones, no time to even dream. How amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If I were to die the next minute, I really wanna thank my family, my friends, my precious dogs.. Thanks for being part of me. I will leave with a smile and I dont want anybody to cry over me. You should smile with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heal my wounds.. It hurts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108636520769595602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RuWF2VMPKNI/AAAAAAAAABk/A5U2p-3fdh4/s320/273739czaazq2sa6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-7879737404597106443?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7879737404597106443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=7879737404597106443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/7879737404597106443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/7879737404597106443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/09/fairytale-2.html' title='Fairytale #2'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6544pzQImY/RuWFllMPKMI/AAAAAAAAABc/4WXBnf89Xms/s72-c/butt2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38796174.post-6560568315355267707</id><published>2007-04-26T20:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:43:10.441+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Fairies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Up the airy mountain&lt;br /&gt;Down the rushy glen,&lt;br /&gt;We daren't go a-hunting,&lt;br /&gt;For fear of little men;&lt;br /&gt;Wee folk, good folk,&lt;br /&gt;Trooping all together;&lt;br /&gt;Green jacket, red cap,&lt;br /&gt;And white owl's feather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Down along the rocky shore&lt;br /&gt;Some make their home,&lt;br /&gt;They live on crispy pancakes&lt;br /&gt;Of yellow tide-foam; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Some in the reeds&lt;br /&gt;Of the black mountain-lake,&lt;br /&gt;With frogs for their watch-dogs,&lt;br /&gt;All night awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;High on the hill-top&lt;br /&gt;The old King sits;&lt;br /&gt;He is now so old and gray&lt;br /&gt;He's nigh lost his wits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;With a bridge of white mist&lt;br /&gt;Columbkill he crosses,&lt;br /&gt;On his stately journeys&lt;br /&gt;From Slieveleague to Rosses; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Or going up with music,&lt;br /&gt;On cold starry nights,&lt;br /&gt;To sup with the Queen,&lt;br /&gt;Of the gay Northern Lights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;They stole little Bridget&lt;br /&gt;For seven years long;&lt;br /&gt;When she came down again&lt;br /&gt;Her friends were all gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;They took her lightly back&lt;br /&gt;Between the night and morrow;&lt;br /&gt;They thought she was fast asleep,&lt;br /&gt;But she was dead with sorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;They have kept her ever since&lt;br /&gt;Deep within the lake,&lt;br /&gt;On a bed of flag leaves,&lt;br /&gt;Watching till she wake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;By the craggy hill-side,&lt;br /&gt;Through the mosses bare,&lt;br /&gt;They have planted thorn trees&lt;br /&gt;For pleasure here and there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is any man so daring&lt;br /&gt;As dig them up in spite?&lt;br /&gt;He shall find the thornies set&lt;br /&gt;In his bed at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wee folk, good folk,&lt;br /&gt;Trooping all together;&lt;br /&gt;Green jacket, red cap,&lt;br /&gt;And white owl's feather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38796174-6560568315355267707?l=princess--fairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6560568315355267707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38796174&amp;postID=6560568315355267707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/6560568315355267707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38796174/posts/default/6560568315355267707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess--fairytales.blogspot.com/2007/04/fairytale-1.html' title='Fairytale #1'/><author><name>Nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069797333464279058</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>
