<?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-1899451365840258306</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:26:02.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss.Priscilla.Koh™ ; It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver♥</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Once melted considered yours♥&lt;/b&gt;
Misunderstandings killed us</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>443</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-6164386146485708075</id><published>2012-01-20T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:59:50.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me why why?!</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this matter recently and it got me so curious, i mean, SO SO SO CURIOUS! &lt;br /&gt;That is, &lt;strong&gt;why do people have special feelings for someone&lt;/strong&gt;?! Just that particular one sometimes? Why is this so? Okay, let me elaborate more on what I mean, if not it would be so general.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, When you like someone, its because of their personality right? So why is it&amp;nbsp;when there's someone else with the&lt;strong&gt; similar&lt;/strong&gt; personality as the one you like, you wouldn't have those special feeling for them instead? Same personality what? If that is not so, it means that, when you like someone, its&amp;nbsp;because of&amp;nbsp;the looks? But NO, we don't right? So question is, &amp;nbsp;why is it that, even with the same personality, we wouldn't fall for someone else? Why is it that we would only have feelings for just that particular person? Why why? I'm so curious man. Why do we develop feelings? It's so weird and funny. We all have different feelings for different people we know. What makes all these different feelings? Is it because we want to? But i don't think so? Cause normally we can't control it. So why why why is it that our brain(or maybe rather heart? idk) gives us different feelings to different people? Does it like assign feelings to whoever our brain wants us too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;???&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/1899451365840258306-6164386146485708075?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6164386146485708075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6164386146485708075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/tell-me-why-why.html' title='Tell me why why?!'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-7159046085065599072</id><published>2012-01-19T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:19:42.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is teenage love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's teenage love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;It's staying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;up late for each other, and barely staying awake in class the next day.&lt;br /&gt;It's passing each other in between&lt;/span&gt; classes and stopping to say hi, but ending up running to your next class right before the bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to the mall, wandering around hand in hand, with a silence that's comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;it's watching a movie in the theaters with his arm slowly creeping onto your shoulders and resting your head in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;it's walking around at night, for no reason at all; his chest, her head, looking at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;It's the uncertainty of how long it will last, a risk you're both willing to take, even if it means you'll have a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;It's not yet true love, not like, nor lust, nor infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;it's teenage love, here to stay, here to play with our hearts and never go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--&lt;iframe  class="likeb2"src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http://freakquotes.com/910.html&amp;amp;layout=button_count&amp;amp;action=like" style="border: medium none; overflow: hidden; width: 74px; height: 22px;" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt; --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-7159046085065599072?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7159046085065599072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7159046085065599072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-teenage-love.html' title='What is teenage love?'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-5887219924907285859</id><published>2012-01-04T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:14:07.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 words to sum everything, I still love you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgPyLCGgvNk/TwRW61uCgLI/AAAAAAAADCI/0J2nOPEkNfc/s1600/tumblr_ls80lkpqbL1qcxcjfo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgPyLCGgvNk/TwRW61uCgLI/AAAAAAAADCI/0J2nOPEkNfc/s320/tumblr_ls80lkpqbL1qcxcjfo1_500.png" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Been 1/2 a year since I've blogged. All of a sudden wanted a space to voice out everything. And of course, &amp;nbsp;it would be something about you.&lt;br /&gt;10 days since we went our own way. Its very funny though. We never really started but why do I feel as if I've lost someone important in my life. Indeed you were important to me and I hate the fact that I'm not important to you anymore. Wait, was I ever important? Idk, perhaps I wont ever know. The memories suck damn much, do you rmb the photo above? Hopefully you do.Wondering if one day you saw a picture like that, would it remind you of me and us?&lt;br /&gt;It kindda sucked that I fell for a guy who's younger than me, having an immature mindset but that doesnt matter y'know? Cause its fine for me as I'm willing to be there for you to grow up one day and make you think twice in whatever you do. What sucks was that you doesn't want me to be there, but all I can say is that, when you grow up, you will understand. I don't blame you for that cause most guys take a longer time to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;Our r/s didn't withstand the test, just like any typical r/s nowadays, as fragile as can be. &lt;br /&gt;When finally I got the guts to initiate a text to you, a simple 'happy new year' text, was hoping that it would lead on to more but guess I was wrong, it was one sided, you replied back a simple one too. I should really move on. Living a life like that sucks seriously. I cant stop thinking about you, once I wake up and everytime before I go to bed. I wanna move on, know other guys, but all I had in mind was only you. Do you know just how that feels? Everytime when I wanna forget about you, I'm always back to the same old spot. Can't stop checking newfeeds to see whether were there any updates of you. I hate seeing you knowing new girls . I wonder how did you managed to move on so fast if you ever once loved me? Am I that easily forgotten? I guess the only explanation to this is that, perhaps to you, I was just a crush, an infatuation?&lt;br /&gt;You once said that you would contact me everyday. But now all I know is that, you will &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; appear in my recent inbox or calls forever again. I miss all your texts. I miss all your calls.I miss your cuteness. I&amp;nbsp;miss our meet-ups.&amp;nbsp;I miss how we were. I miss everything about you. &amp;amp; I miss-ed you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone forever. We're gone forever... not even as friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-5887219924907285859?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5887219924907285859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5887219924907285859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-words-to-sum-everything-i-still-love.html' title='4 words to sum everything, I still love you..'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgPyLCGgvNk/TwRW61uCgLI/AAAAAAAADCI/0J2nOPEkNfc/s72-c/tumblr_ls80lkpqbL1qcxcjfo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-2844022817284047947</id><published>2011-07-21T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T21:52:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promised not to love someone because I’m not ready yet then you came into my life and all has changed. I left my promise untrue cause I can’t help the fact that I’m in love with you ♥&lt;/em&gt;&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/1899451365840258306-2844022817284047947?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2844022817284047947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2844022817284047947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-promised-not-to-love-someone-because.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-3506966453946575563</id><published>2011-07-12T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:19:56.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, she seduced me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Disclaimer: This post is not directing to anyone. I don't claim that whatever I wrote here is true and whether to take my words in or not it's up to you. Just my two cents worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think that when guys are caught cheating and say that "I didn't mean it! She seduced me!" It is just an &lt;strong&gt;excuse&lt;/strong&gt;. If&amp;nbsp; you are faithful and loyal to your girlf, and you do not have the intention to do so, you &lt;strong&gt;will not&lt;/strong&gt; get seduced by another girl. I understand that sometimes it is really hard to resist temptation, but if you really do not want, you would be able to stop any ongoing r/s with the other girl shortly after that. But, some guys just simply carry on with it and have the mindset of&amp;nbsp; "不吃白不吃" and thinking that if they get caught , they could just say that the girl seduced him and that it is a common mistake made by guys. Are you saying that if one day, another guy treats your girlf likea princess, buy stuffs for her, send her home,cuddle her,&amp;nbsp;does whatever a couple would do(except&amp;nbsp;for sex)&amp;nbsp;and all that, and you girlf accepts all that, she is in no wrong? And she could tell you that that actually benefits her and she has got no reason to decline the other guy's offer and love,concern for her. Would &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; accept that? No, you wouldn't, you would call her a slut and all that.&amp;nbsp;But when you does that, you expect another chance cause you 'didn't mean it'. Then could your girlf say that because that other guy showed her all the love she longed for and she felt touched for a moment so whatever she did was just a moment of folly, she didn't mean it? Would you give her another chance then? No, you wouldn't. (for most guys) So if you don't think that your girlf deserves another chance, what makes you think that you deserve another chance? It's&amp;nbsp;kind of a&amp;nbsp;same concept with a different situation.&lt;br /&gt;And recently, I asked a question on formspring, "If you are attached and a super hot boy/girl wanna be friends w you, would  you agree w it?". Everyone said that they would agree with it and there's nth wrong, friends only ma, there is no harm in doing so. &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;, being friends with someone has got no harm. &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt;, do you naively believe that what the other party wanted was just a pure friendship? C'mon, don't lie to yourself. Don't tell me that you don't even have a bit of suspicion that the other party wanted more than that? And i doubt most people would decline a more intimate r/s with the hot boy/girl. (I'm not necessarily referring to sex but maybe a fling or an affair?) It's human nature to be greedy, whats more it's someone hot who approached you. Not many people would say, 'No, I'm faithful to my partner, let's not contact anymore'. Most of the people would &lt;strong&gt;at least&lt;/strong&gt; accept to be flings or in some cases, not to the extend of real flings but, flings in the virtual world, as in sms, social networking etc.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt (most) people would actually be cool with it if that situation were to happen to your partner instead. You guys would be angry/upset if your partner agrees to the 'friendship' with the hot boy/girl even if he/she tells you that it's just&amp;nbsp;a pure friendship, nothing more than that. Would be be rest assured with your partner's statement? You would have doubts. So, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. You don't want your&amp;nbsp;partner to accept this kind of random 'friendship' then you better not do so too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-3506966453946575563?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3506966453946575563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3506966453946575563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-she-seduced-me.html' title='Oh, she seduced me!'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-6460522736101859465</id><published>2011-07-03T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T02:30:29.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish that I had never met you. Then there would be no need to impress you. No need to want you. No need for loving you. No need for crying over you. No need for heartbreaks. No need for pain and tears. No need for forgotten promises. No need for rejected hugs. No need for crying myself to sleep. No need for acting like you care. No need for everything you've done to make me feel like absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm gald I did meet you. Cause you were the one who always asked me if anything was wrong. You were the one who loved me for who I am. The one who cared when everyone else didn't. The one who listened. The one who stayed up late just to talk about the randomest shit ever. You were the one who I told secrets to. The one who taught me new things. The one who laughed at my bad jokes. The one who did things, ust for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-6460522736101859465?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6460522736101859465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6460522736101859465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wish-that-i-had-never-met-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-5835412446367344701</id><published>2011-07-03T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T01:51:26.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despo much?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Heyo! Guess what am I going to post today?&amp;nbsp; Today's topic is abt disgusting guys. Yea, right, thats what i'm gonna talk abt today. Cause I'm utterly digusted by their actions. ESP those who auto inbox their number and talk cock and ask the girl to text them of whatever shit la. Don't get what I mean? See below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJepuYxQnDw/Tg9V1uMZLvI/AAAAAAAADB4/pswW9N8D9lc/s1600/fb1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJepuYxQnDw/Tg9V1uMZLvI/AAAAAAAADB4/pswW9N8D9lc/s400/fb1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I bet he does that to all other girls too. Seriously can't stand it man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another one. More jialat. The way he spoke is simply one word, D-e-s-p-o!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOvPByokvIA/Tg9WzVIUkYI/AAAAAAAADB8/nRhRdWWzp1M/s1600/fb2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOvPByokvIA/Tg9WzVIUkYI/AAAAAAAADB8/nRhRdWWzp1M/s400/fb2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What the toot&amp;nbsp;right? Talk what cock sia. "I am so lonely without you by mine side"~~~&amp;nbsp; Lame la, i don't even know him and he probably only knew about my existance on Dec 7'10. And notice the other msg was on June 7 '11. LOL He probably felt emotional on the 7th always&amp;nbsp;eh? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AL8ypgr71p0/Tg9YnvufwOI/AAAAAAAADCA/lg8hAULEtqQ/s1600/fb3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="377" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AL8ypgr71p0/Tg9YnvufwOI/AAAAAAAADCA/lg8hAULEtqQ/s400/fb3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wonder how many times must he emphasize on his hotmail and email sia And the last mg was simply ridiculous . LOL?! "May I stay in your heart forever??? " (I needa puke please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously guys like those above, you wanna despo or whatever, don't come and find me. Cause it would simply spoil my day seeing such despo ppl like you. Just back off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-5835412446367344701?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5835412446367344701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5835412446367344701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/f-off.html' title='F off.'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJepuYxQnDw/Tg9V1uMZLvI/AAAAAAAADB4/pswW9N8D9lc/s72-c/fb1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-6630228129392121278</id><published>2011-05-11T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T16:18:47.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know?♥</title><content type='html'>Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;When a women take off their clothes in front of their men,&lt;br /&gt;How much love is needed to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;Why women always likes to sleep with their back facing you?&lt;br /&gt;Because they don't wanna see your back view.&lt;br /&gt;And next time, if you could hug your women to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;They feel ease the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Every relationship to a women is like their first love,&lt;br /&gt;Also, their last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;Women loves being jealous is not because they don't trust you,&lt;br /&gt;Because in her heart, you're too good that&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want such a beautiful reflection of you in the eyes of other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;Your women may be mad at you but after screaming at you,&lt;br /&gt;She'd turn to her back and crying all by herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;When a women cried till her makeup had worn and still walking on streets,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how people glared at her, her heart had died..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;She'd only nag at the man he loves and give all her attitudes towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;Her wayward, her bad temper,&lt;br /&gt;Is actually being a baby and hoping that you'd pay more attention to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't love you, she'd not be mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;She would not want you to coax her, neither crying for you,&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't have the ability to make her do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;When you leave her and leaving her alone,&lt;br /&gt;She'd feel so fearful.&lt;br /&gt;Because she loves you but you haven't understand her enough yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women knows too much of what she shouldn't have known.&lt;br /&gt;Yet man knows so little that they don't know too many things that they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , the two of you fights. You think that she has a really bad temper&lt;br /&gt;while she thinks that you didn't accommodate to her enough.&lt;br /&gt;So, the two of you had a cold war. You thought she didn't accept you for who you are,&lt;br /&gt;while she thinks that you don't care about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give her a hug and a kiss, because your hug could resolve what's in her heart&lt;br /&gt;and your kiss can wipe away her tears of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Because she's just afraid of your indifference, turn away from her, and your silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once two are together, it is necessary to have a mutual understanding,&lt;br /&gt;mutual tolerance, mutual trust.&lt;br /&gt;Other wise, you'd be sorry for your own lost of love ones.&lt;br /&gt;Other wise, your happiness would be devoid in your own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that every man will be able to cherish the woman by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Who had been giving you all they have yet without asking for something in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you'd understand this note.&lt;br /&gt;So hold their hand firmly and walk down this road together.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the women you love, cry.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the women you love, hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the women you love, despair and give up.&lt;br /&gt;Because it means losing the whole world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-6630228129392121278?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6630228129392121278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6630228129392121278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know?♥'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-7117962526065548638</id><published>2011-03-20T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T18:02:33.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Did it surprise you that I am not who you thought I was? Did it surprise you to find that I don't exactly stand for what you thought I stood for all along? Did it surprise you to find that I'm not exactly how I played myself out to be? That the person you thought I was is actually nothing to what I am. You don't really know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-7117962526065548638?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7117962526065548638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7117962526065548638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2011/03/did-it-surprise-you-that-i-am-not-who.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-3356101150707471920</id><published>2011-03-04T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T04:18:48.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYO~ Its 3.37am now but why aren't I asleep? Cause I just can't fall asleep man! Recently its like 不到四点多我是睡不着的. &amp;amp; why am I blogging out of the blue?! Because...I wanted to(&amp;amp; I have nth better to do now &amp;amp; I kinnda miss writing&amp;nbsp;essay LOL ^^). LOL. Okessshhhh, a boring post it gonna be, cause I'm just gonna blog abt today. As usual, off to work. Da dan is actually quite fun la BUTTTT, not when there's super lotsa order forms and the whole place just gonna jam up because of my "super duper fast" speed and when the order form is filled w numbers 天啊! Gonna faint Phews*&amp;nbsp;LOL. Ok, i knocked off at 11.28pm today. Couldn't go off yet&amp;nbsp;cause Manager wanna announce something to everyone. So yeap, while waiting, crapped w 楼面people (: And so many people&amp;nbsp;agree that I have good taste sia. Hahahah (Inside joke) LOL After that, went for supper w Kel, Sam and CM. Think I'm going to have nightmares tonight sia hahahah. After supper, Kel pillioned me to Cm's&amp;nbsp;area then Sam pillioned me back home. Woo, sitting on his bike is machiam like sitting on a motorbike sia. Super duper fast and the wind kept blowing my hair away. ( Nah, not really away cause its not a wig ok Lol)&lt;br /&gt;And damn, its alr March, in abt a month's time I gonna be going to woodlands everyday, waking up so super duper early, travelling so much, presenting everyday.&amp;nbsp;Suck it man. Well well well, gonna face it w an open mind! Cause, If you cannot change the situation, you gotta change your mindset!&amp;nbsp;Psycho me please! I love school! I love schoollll!!! I love schoolllllllll!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And idk why, recently I feel broke. Its like when I don't work, I feel richer but when I started working, I feel much poorer...? LOL What nonsense am I talking sia. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I wanna say, but i just can't express it out here now. I feel like vomiting. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I LOVE MY JOB BECAUSE I LOVE MY COLLEAGUES ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥PRISCILLA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-3356101150707471920?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3356101150707471920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3356101150707471920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2011/03/heyo-its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-4903824210168082811</id><published>2011-01-11T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T01:07:02.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/PriscillaMudpie"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.formspring.me/PriscillaMudpie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-4903824210168082811?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/4903824210168082811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/4903824210168082811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2011/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-7699141644050796417</id><published>2011-01-10T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:32:55.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No matter what the outcome is, I'm gonna be optimistic and smile like ALWAYS! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-7699141644050796417?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7699141644050796417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7699141644050796417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-matter-what-outcome-is-im-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-8948003651752905370</id><published>2011-01-07T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:02:43.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;As much as I want to be w you but I can't and I won't cause I still feel that friends can last longer than lovers. cause chances of us contacting if one day we're not together anymore are v slim and I don't want that to happen. I don't wanna lose you even as a friend and pretend that we are strangers if one day we meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-8948003651752905370?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8948003651752905370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8948003651752905370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-much-as-i-want-to-be-w-you-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-2412074763319409283</id><published>2010-12-20T13:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T13:06:07.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEYO!</title><content type='html'>Hehheh! This is a random post! Trying to hone my writing skills Lol&amp;nbsp;Haha Anw, ppl say 日有所思，夜有所梦, is it true?! If thats so, I think I'm missing Potato sia! ahahaha I dreamt of him on sat if i'm not wrong. But is really those super no meaning one la. LOL ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I kindda thought of something and I find it kindda true? I mean it applies to most ppl's thinking that When average looking ppl don't talk much, they are just shy. When (slightly)better looking ppl don't talk much, they are arrogant. When average looking ppl talk much, they are just friendly. When better looking ppl talk much, they are bitchy.&amp;nbsp;Lol Alright,just my 2cents worth. Lol Don't have to agree or disagree. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkx, I actually wanted to say something else&amp;nbsp;but I've forgotten all about it! Lol. Memory's failing me. Old liao la sia. &lt;br /&gt;Soooo, signing off now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;When ppl don't appreciate your goodwill, just heck care them. It's their loss but good luck for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Never let yourself be mistreated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Love,Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-2412074763319409283?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2412074763319409283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2412074763319409283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/heyo.html' title='HEYO!'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-8327309602571273097</id><published>2010-11-10T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T16:57:55.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Happens When You Fall In Love With&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chef? (You get buttered up.)&lt;br /&gt;A chauffeur? (You get taken for a ride.)&lt;br /&gt;A gambler? (He cheats on you.)&lt;br /&gt;A telephone operator? (He gives you a phone-y line.)&lt;br /&gt;A trashman? (He dumps you.)&lt;br /&gt;A clockmaker? (He two-times you.)&lt;br /&gt;A pastry cook? (He desserts you.)&lt;br /&gt;A shoe salesman? (He walks all over you.)&lt;br /&gt;An elevator operator? (He lets you down.)&lt;br /&gt;An artist? (He gives you the brush.)&lt;br /&gt;A jogger? 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I'm getting sick and tired of solving your problems. V soon, you're gonna drive me insane. I couldn't help it but to frown everytime when I see you for more than 30mins and I'm still can't help you resolve anything yet. Because of you, I'm gonna&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;wrinkles, due to the frowning part,&amp;nbsp;and breakouts due of being so damn stressed out. Seriously, can you just solve your own problems?!&lt;br /&gt;K fine, I'll just take care of your problems for the next one month. So do not ever bother me again after that, be it whether I've solved it or not, I've tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Love&lt;/strike&gt;, Priscilla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Let's not meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-7456231167037252892?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7456231167037252892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7456231167037252892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-math-when-can-you-please-grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-7039576822526275753</id><published>2010-10-04T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:49:21.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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and doesn't want to do this or do that. Alot of times when there are things that I don't wanna do or go is not 'cause that I'm lazy. Didn't want to say out why 'cause I knew that no matter what I say, you guys would deem fit that its just an excuse. So yea, now whatever you guys think that I'm lazing bout I'll just take it as its 'cause I'm lazy and want no contribution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a lazy and so not understanding person.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so fair. People w the gift of the gad is the winner, whatever they say would be able to make sense. They could just easily invalidate a series of events regardless of its reliability and everyone would believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Darn, if only I was born w the gift of speaking so well and so convincingly man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I can foresee what would happen tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will not be able to give my best shot for my POA paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;When I grow up, I wanna go for cosmetic surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-5326727690080226786?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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friends will think the other is busy &amp;amp; will not contact,&lt;br /&gt;thinking it may be disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;As time passes both will think; let the other contact.&lt;br /&gt;After that each will think why should I contact 1st.&lt;br /&gt;Here your love will be converted into Hate.&lt;br /&gt;You will eventually forget each other.&lt;br /&gt;So keep in touch with your friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-6114831581686290607?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6114831581686290607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6114831581686290607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title='令人感動流淚的音樂親情故事'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-4475212672961921791</id><published>2010-09-01T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:06:02.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一段成熟的恋情必须经历的四个阶段~献给天下....mp4</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/g72JvPdw9Hs/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g72JvPdw9Hs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g72JvPdw9Hs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" 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height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-7147694644281170317</id><published>2010-08-31T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T12:17:52.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Coolest Teacher's Day performance ever! Esp the band &amp;amp; finale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-7147694644281170317?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7147694644281170317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7147694644281170317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/08/coolest-teachers-day-performance-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-9176326511311899270</id><published>2010-08-26T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:50:18.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English oral was so so much easier than Chinese's! Yeah 我好开心喔! I am&amp;nbsp;just not happy w my voice! I can't read long passages man, 'cause whenever I do so, my throat would feel sore and my voice would then be like I'm having a sore throat! Gahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever it is, it's finally o-v-e-r!&lt;br /&gt;✿◕ ‿ ◕✿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-9176326511311899270?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/9176326511311899270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/9176326511311899270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/08/english-oral-is-so-so-much-easier-than.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-1379197917063221673</id><published>2010-08-25T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:39:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不愉快的一天#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;三度崩溃&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;这一年过得很快，不过，也是过得最不愉快的一年。。很多时候, ppl talk w/o using&amp;nbsp;their brains and think that it won't hurt anyone, but, it does,(at least to me,&amp;nbsp;I would feel hurtful)&amp;nbsp;'cause 我变得非常地情绪化了. 我真的很不喜欢别人总是爱把我做比较。 我想好好读书不是为了要跟别人比个高下。 我是为了我自己的将来， 为了我的家人， 为了那些相信我能做得到的老师们。我很怕我会辜负他们。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;虽然我非常地不想再读书了，but I have to, for the sake of my future. If I don't have a decent degree , I might be left out in the society when I grow up. Time passes real fast , I'm alr seventeen. Very soon, I must be able to support myself and I can't depend on my parents anymore. The thought of that scares me sometimes. 有时候我甚至想自杀如果我成年的时候不能养活自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;我希望我能象我最喜欢的博客，秋庭,一样的乐观。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you are not my friend, please myob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(◐.̃◐)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-1379197917063221673?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/1379197917063221673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/1379197917063221673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/08/2.html' title='不愉快的一天#2'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-8204951408476730473</id><published>2010-08-23T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:31:30.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不愉快的一天#1</title><content type='html'>I've never liked or wanted to eat bean sprouts ever since I'm young. Be it whether it has been mixed in my dishes, rice or laksa. I would always avoid eating the bean sprouts or pick it up and put it aside despite people telling me to just eat it, it doesn't really matter. Don't like means don't like, I won't go and eat it. Do you expect me to put it in my mouth just because other people tell me to do so? I'm not going to do that, Idk whether it might chew it and then spit it up or just forcefully or&amp;nbsp;gladly&amp;nbsp;eat it. What for eat it when I know that I won't appreciate bean sprouts? 'Cause once I chew/eat it, it will never be the same anymore, my taste bud will be affected and I will keep sensing the taste of the bean sprouts in my mouth&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(For that moment).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I seriously don't want to spoil the pureness of anything. It would be great if the bean sprouts could just act as an beautifier or companion in the laksa but I just won't eat it. Wouldn't it be better if I just leave it there or give it to someone else than me spitting out everything after I've chew it? It's not that the bean sprouts are no good, it's just that I don't know how to appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-8204951408476730473?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8204951408476730473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8204951408476730473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/08/bean-sprout.html' title='不愉快的一天#1'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-6748836467292394933</id><published>2010-07-30T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T14:51:09.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reasons why most people say “Nothing” when asked “What’s wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mysweetheart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.They don’t feel like explaining because they’re afraid you won’t understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.It’ll make them feel worse if they do because the subject is just being brought up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.They don’t know what’s wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Privacy / Personal space &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Afraid of being judged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.They don’t want anyone worrying about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Tired of hearing the lie that “It’ll be alright.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.its obviously about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.They just don’t want to talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via juvenilejunkies)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-6748836467292394933?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6748836467292394933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6748836467292394933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/reasons-why-most-people-say-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-2604502826238421669</id><published>2010-07-27T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:28:38.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Proud and self confident is totally different kkx! &amp;gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Self-confident&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""It means that I believe that I am able to do some things, that I am good at some things, that there are things about me that are good. I doesn't matter how good or bad anyone else is in those respects, I'm just viewing myself. That also means that it doesn't matter if others around me are better, smarter, stronger, richer, etc. than I am. I am happy with who I am. I recognize that I am better than some at some things, and that others can be better than me. In fact, those who are self-confident will often prefer to be with those that are as good or better at things than they are, if only for the purpose of improving themselves. It doesn't make them less to be with those who are better.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Proud&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""It's not that I'm good at something, it's that I'm better than you. It's not that I am wealthy or that I have a nice house, it's that I'm wealthier or have a nicer house than you. Someone whose happiness is based on pride has to be with people who are less than them, and has to make it clear that the others are less than them. So they will resort to put downs, or gaudy/excessive displays of their own strengths. Or, they will simply believe that others cannot possibly be as good as they are.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Source-http://askville.amazon.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-2604502826238421669?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2604502826238421669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2604502826238421669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/self-confident-it-means-that-i-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-3848345723001146400</id><published>2010-07-20T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:44:30.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-3848345723001146400?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3848345723001146400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3848345723001146400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-5273350694209254775</id><published>2010-07-20T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:13:08.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there! Anyone knows where to buy Iwhite korea products? &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TEVlpG4UIUI/AAAAAAAAC_U/Wumg7eTiqFQ/s1600/nose-pack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TEVlpG4UIUI/AAAAAAAAC_U/Wumg7eTiqFQ/s320/nose-pack.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TEVl5fwGl4I/AAAAAAAAC_c/xcoZijQGNYs/s1600/vita-facial-wash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TEVl5fwGl4I/AAAAAAAAC_c/xcoZijQGNYs/s320/vita-facial-wash.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, done w CL listening compre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had chem practical today. I don't like the another teacher sia. I guess most of you wld feel the same way too. 'Cause whenever we decided to take a rest or just pass on to our partner first, she wld start assuming that we did &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; at all man! She only see us doing nothing &amp;amp; nv see us doing something man, &amp;amp; then she wld start nagging at us telling us to do everything again, don't just be a "supervisor" etc etc. Walao ehs.&lt;br /&gt;Please la, for goodness sake, don't jump into conclusion &amp;amp; assume when you don't know everything/anything!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-5273350694209254775?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5273350694209254775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5273350694209254775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-there-anyone-knows-where-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TEVlpG4UIUI/AAAAAAAAC_U/Wumg7eTiqFQ/s72-c/nose-pack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-5392555723019830787</id><published>2010-07-19T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:22:52.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of so many days I've worked, yesterday was the best one.&lt;br /&gt;Five stars for my service &amp;amp; freaking good attitude man! HAHAHA Jkjk. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Must be humble]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Wish I can be lidat in school too. But I just can't sia. The moment I stepped into school, I just can't feel happy at all man! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, after work, went to have a hair cut, Buttt, fringe only la!&amp;nbsp;LOL. Due to the stupid hole that is always occurring &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I wanted side bangs but dk what the hair stylish&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cut my fringe into man. Now idk what the hell is my fringe called alr ._____. Well well, nvm. hair can grow one right?! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen, that's all Im gonna say&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dear O'lvl candidates, please&amp;nbsp;remember to dig your ears&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; don't listen to loud music or up your volume till the max when your're&amp;nbsp;using earpiece or whatever,&amp;nbsp;Cause there's O'lvl listening tmr! When it just so happen that you are so suay suay suay &amp;amp; your hearing&amp;nbsp;start having&amp;nbsp;prob all of a sudden when you do that today or maybe tmr? Lols... Nah, Just joking! &lt;br /&gt;Just rmb to bring your entry proof and IC/ez-link kkx. Standard one la. &lt;br /&gt;All the best for tmr and must must must&amp;nbsp;be attentive&amp;nbsp;ok!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/em&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/1899451365840258306-5392555723019830787?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5392555723019830787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5392555723019830787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-so-many-days-ive-worked-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-358360378685704995</id><published>2010-07-16T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T13:30:48.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear he's freaking like the male version of me man!&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This secret shall be kept in my heart forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-358360378685704995?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/358360378685704995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/358360378685704995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-swear-hes-freaking-like-male-version.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-6230576975995498000</id><published>2010-07-14T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:28:51.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Die die die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese oral was a disaster! I've screwed it up man! :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first paragraph of the passage, Idk why I kept adding in extra words sia! O-m-g! &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I managed to get back my standard after first paragraph. &amp;amp; surprisingly, the 2 teachers were&amp;nbsp; kindda friendly as they were smiling while talking to me. Hopefully every thing's alright (:&lt;br /&gt;Now, the worse part came! Conversation time! I suck at it man,&lt;strong&gt; seriously&lt;/strong&gt;! When I was done w my talking, the teacher asked me whether I have anything to add on or not. And I said &lt;em&gt;"No".&lt;/em&gt; Then he asked whether I'm sure of it not. &amp;amp; I said "&lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;". &amp;amp; then, this time round, both teachers asked me whether I'm sure if I don't wanna add on not. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What the toot?! Know what they meant by that alr uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I&amp;nbsp;wanted to say I wanna add on. But Idk what came over me man, I&amp;nbsp;said &lt;em&gt;"No"&lt;/em&gt; eventually! ARGGG~! Damn it! &amp;amp; when I left the seat, more ideas came to my mind! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What the toot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Have&amp;nbsp;such scenario happened &amp;nbsp;to you guys before? You know what to say but it just happen that during the critical time, your mind turned blank all of a sudden?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;:&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/em&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/1899451365840258306-6230576975995498000?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6230576975995498000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6230576975995498000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/die-die-die-chinese-oral-was-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-3977457632418660105</id><published>2010-07-13T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:58:53.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;There will always be a 'lie' in be&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt;ve, an "over" in l&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; an "end" in fri&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;s, "us" in tr&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;t and an "if" in l&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-3977457632418660105?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3977457632418660105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3977457632418660105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-will-always-be-lie-in-be-lie-ve.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-389694707332717444</id><published>2010-07-12T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:37:42.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDrUAGjrtvI/AAAAAAAAC_M/MVDc4gTyK5E/s1600/Photo2845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDrUAGjrtvI/AAAAAAAAC_M/MVDc4gTyK5E/s400/Photo2845.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When my fringe touches my nose, i'm gonna cut it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-389694707332717444?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/389694707332717444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/389694707332717444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-my-fringe-touches-my-nose-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDrUAGjrtvI/AAAAAAAAC_M/MVDc4gTyK5E/s72-c/Photo2845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-3675059254196962864</id><published>2010-07-12T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:38:41.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDrI7mSKLRI/AAAAAAAAC-s/ovX_BBmwH2E/s1600/DSC01319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDrI7mSKLRI/AAAAAAAAC-s/ovX_BBmwH2E/s400/DSC01319.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDrJMo24PII/AAAAAAAAC_E/qclW4T6IYI0/s1600/Photo3967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDrJMo24PII/AAAAAAAAC_E/qclW4T6IYI0/s400/Photo3967.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"&gt;Hey all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"&gt;Went &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;geylang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt; 1(?) for steamboat &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;ytd&lt;/span&gt; at '&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;chang&lt;/span&gt; jin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"&gt;Well, the food is still not bad just that its super unhygienic man! &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"&gt;Before reaching the place, we were &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;kindda&lt;/span&gt; like visually molested(&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"&gt;Eh... as you guys know, its &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;kindda&lt;/span&gt; inevitable having stares from those &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;TKP&lt;/span&gt; at there right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"&gt;So ya, I got tips for you &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Doesn't really apply for everyone though)!&lt;/span&gt; That is.... to speak English la. Cause those girls there are mainly from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;you know where uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, so &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;yeap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;kkx&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all. Bye~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/em&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/1899451365840258306-3675059254196962864?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3675059254196962864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3675059254196962864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-all-went-geylang-lor-1-for.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDrI7mSKLRI/AAAAAAAAC-s/ovX_BBmwH2E/s72-c/DSC01319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-8614128880735852558</id><published>2010-07-05T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:27:04.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all! Yes, I've changed my blog skin. &lt;br /&gt;Do check on one of the&amp;nbsp;reactions at the end of each post if you like it or etc etc....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ya, drop me a comment to restore your link ok? ^^ Sorry for the inconvenience uh!&lt;br /&gt;Bye~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-8614128880735852558?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8614128880735852558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8614128880735852558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-all-yes-ive-changed-my-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-1490078597703867699</id><published>2010-07-05T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:38:50.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDGKfAdqGWI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/sWuzo69kImQ/s1600/Photo3916%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDGKfAdqGWI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/sWuzo69kImQ/s400/Photo3916%5B1%5D.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDGKTwt0iHI/AAAAAAAAC-I/GB_GqlW8dZc/s1600/DSC01255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDGKTwt0iHI/AAAAAAAAC-I/GB_GqlW8dZc/s400/DSC01255.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pizza hut for dinner! Ate "goal pizza" for the 2nd time alr. Somehow it tastes yummier when I ate it the 1st time. LOL. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; ya ya, I love the crews at Tamp pizza hut! 5 stars for their service man! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Alright, don't wish to talk much anymore. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reward for the day- Sling bag from dad, High waist shorts from sis &amp;amp; dress from mum! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/em&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/1899451365840258306-1490078597703867699?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/1490078597703867699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/1490078597703867699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/pizza-hut-for-dinner-ate-goal-pizza-for.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TDGKfAdqGWI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/sWuzo69kImQ/s72-c/Photo3916%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-9197271923128052416</id><published>2010-07-02T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:52:50.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;["Oh finally I'm on blogger! Currently using google chrome cause firefox don't welcome blogger!( Ok, maybe it's my comp prob, not firefox?)" ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Easy come easy go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm a strong believer in that. Alright, I have a sudden urge to talk about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't you guys agree that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; of the time when 2 person are really friends w each other 1st and then get into a r/s , they will be able to last longer? Rather than knowing each other just for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; only and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; hastily jumping into a r/s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ok, Eg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Boy &amp;amp; girl meets on internet. Intro intro w each other and then exchange number. They kept texting each other from then onwards. &amp;amp; strangely, the girl/boy find themselves smiling while texting&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;( Ok, I admit I did that too sometimes BUT I know that I'm not like in "love" w them ok ._____.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;,they are &lt;b&gt;sure&lt;/b&gt; that they are in love! &amp;nbsp;And then one of them make a 1st move and confess his/her "love" to the other one. &amp;amp; then either one of them will say "Can you be my boyf/girlf?" &amp;amp; Tada! They are a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Something like that la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;LOL. You think they will last long or not? Maybe some la, but it's really a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;minority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; of them that will last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Find themselves smiling &amp;nbsp;while texting the other party is definitely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; that they had fallen in love lor, more likely to be&amp;nbsp;infatuated&amp;nbsp;w each other instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; one funny thing to add on, they often did that when texting other ppl too. Don't tell me that they are in love w all of them?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-9197271923128052416?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/9197271923128052416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/9197271923128052416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-finally-im-on-blogger-currently_02.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-580412843978176196</id><published>2010-06-30T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:37:48.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I'm right and you're wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm big and you're small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm smart and you're dumb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I guess this is how you are always looking upon us uh.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, You're right. You're always right ok, happy?&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the fact(s). We've been doing our part alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;All I want is freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Is that too much to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;All I want is freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;To forget everything in my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;All I want is freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;To take away all the tears and the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;All I want is freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;To never feel that way again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;说真的,你蛮讨人厌的&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-580412843978176196?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/580412843978176196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/580412843978176196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-only.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-8639499432574536311</id><published>2010-06-29T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:26:46.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all, I've chilled. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, Have been thinking whether shld I blog or not &amp;amp; yeap, here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;27June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCncS-854QI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/G9X6EYPZsgw/s1600/DSC01208.p.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCncS-854QI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/G9X6EYPZsgw/s400/DSC01208.p.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Oh hi, I am Boston chocolate cake, do I look familiar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmm...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;keep thinking and just keep guessing where you've seen me before..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;.......................&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;.....................................................&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok, so you can't rmb uh. My owner(PRISCILLA!!!!) has put my photo up in this blog before leh! This is the second time I've been born!&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(As in bake)&lt;/span&gt; All thanks to her ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I look delicious uh? (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAHAHA Just kidding! I'm from &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Icing room&lt;/span&gt; la!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLL &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lame*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .__________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is my birthday cake. recommended by em hemmmmmm! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how it tastes like? Ask em hemmmmmmm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, its the birthday girl and the cake!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCncYnCBzBI/AAAAAAAAC9o/qA9PcosQE5g/s1600/DSC01213.p.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCncYnCBzBI/AAAAAAAAC9o/qA9PcosQE5g/s400/DSC01213.p.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Done w the cake thingy, off the ECP!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you shld know for what le hor? Go ECP of course is eat the seafood etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Lalalas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28 June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoooool day!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Butttttttt, I didn't went to school of coz! Cause you know, I know, how will I be feeling if I go to school esp on this day right :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too bad for me that someone* doesn't know! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, went out w sist for my present. Actually wanted to go Bugis dee. But because of one sentence she said, I change my mind &amp;amp; went to CP instead. LOL Shopped and dk why its kindda funny/fun(?) when both of us went to the fitting room.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Total reward for the day- 2 new dresses! ^^&lt;br /&gt;And ya, We ate Penang laska! Ps, Idk how to spell wor :X&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Its not bad actually. Butttt, I wld urge you guys not to eat too much of it cause your stomach gonna feel v v hot later on!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCncjkejSBI/AAAAAAAAC-A/ykzr0toDcjw/s1600/DSC01247.p.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCncjkejSBI/AAAAAAAAC-A/ykzr0toDcjw/s400/DSC01247.p.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;amp; Idk why my internet keep dc sia. Why why why!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. K, don't crazy alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to wake up at all lor but bobian must go, if not kena scolded :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumbled to Marcus abt school LOL (:&lt;br /&gt;Lalalas, &amp;amp; yeah! It's a rainy day in the morning! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Hope that the rest of the days will be like "mao mao yu" then no need to assemble at parade square alr! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Actually wanted to wear hairband in school de lor but then if I wear band need to pull out alot of fringy if not will look weird so, ite just wear it casually if not idk where to put the band at . LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last but not least.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priscilla koh&lt;/b&gt; shouting out to Justin Tan &amp;amp; Florence Chua: Thanks for the board! I've nv had DIY thingy from friends before! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Annyonghaseyo back to Flor!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LOLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to end my post. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-8639499432574536311?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8639499432574536311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8639499432574536311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-all-ive-chilled.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCncS-854QI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/G9X6EYPZsgw/s72-c/DSC01208.p.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-786129978617453975</id><published>2010-06-29T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:46:48.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;#%$%@%^%% I REALLY REALLY FEEL LIKE SCOLDING VULGAR NOW SIA SERIOUSLY! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate my dad today man!!!! You know what?! He fking fell down by himself and then fking accuse &amp;amp; blame mum and I for making the fking floor wet when I DIDN'T even fking did that. What the toot man! Really really, I'm going to burst soon liao sia. ARGGG!!!!!! _l_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HATE YOU!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!#$^#%@@#%^#$!@#$@$^#$%#&amp;amp;^#@%@^@$%#%&amp;amp;#$($^#$^&amp;amp;^%^*(^#$^@$&amp;amp;@$#%&amp;amp;^E%FS$^(^^R$%#&amp;amp;(##&amp;amp;^$&amp;amp;*O((*)UOP(JUJT&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*^&amp;amp;$$##$%&amp;amp;((VFRI^F$%I$FRHK^&amp;amp;*$%^#&amp;amp;%%%%%%%%%%$&amp;amp;#$@T&amp;amp;*GLUIIIIIIIIB^&amp;amp;%(^#@$#%###############&amp;amp;^$&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;%#%@%^$@$%@%^%&amp;amp;*^*(*^)^*()*(T$%%RF#%^*&amp;amp;**()*()^*()*(HUGUI&amp;amp;^#$@#$%#$%^U^FGSCN &amp;amp;^$%*%*(&amp;amp;)&amp;amp;T*)%RGFBVH&amp;amp;*^%$TU 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-585819090128321088</id><published>2010-06-22T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:54:12.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Warm chocolate cake!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After beating the eggs etc etc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCCYuldcbBI/AAAAAAAAC7w/BhFNFqRtm3E/s1600/DSC01179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCCYuldcbBI/AAAAAAAAC7w/BhFNFqRtm3E/s400/DSC01179.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pouring in the melted chocolate ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCCYwpYYM6I/AAAAAAAAC74/KQR6i09S4aI/s1600/DSC01180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCCYwpYYM6I/AAAAAAAAC74/KQR6i09S4aI/s400/DSC01180.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mixing it ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCCYxbGhYII/AAAAAAAAC8A/0JbuCAbL5vo/s1600/DSC01181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCCYxbGhYII/AAAAAAAAC8A/0JbuCAbL5vo/s400/DSC01181.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCCY0N2dLlI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/TjKzCrX6D7g/s1600/DSC01184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCCY0N2dLlI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/TjKzCrX6D7g/s400/DSC01184.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like cool uh? The pink! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCCY28g-XEI/AAAAAAAAC8o/viQYJDcuZtY/s1600/DSC01186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCCY28g-XEI/AAAAAAAAC8o/viQYJDcuZtY/s400/DSC01186.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Tada! In the oven!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;P.S- I did a stupid thing in the afternoon, I forgot that the knife was sharp and I went to press my thumb against it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pouts*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-585819090128321088?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/585819090128321088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/585819090128321088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/06/warm-chocolate-cake-after-beating-eggs.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TCCYuldcbBI/AAAAAAAAC7w/BhFNFqRtm3E/s72-c/DSC01179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-1778091743605325497</id><published>2010-06-21T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:41:04.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TB8oHWMXydI/AAAAAAAAC7I/FL4yDK4F3sI/s1600/DSC01164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TB8oHWMXydI/AAAAAAAAC7I/FL4yDK4F3sI/s400/DSC01164.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Tamp -Pizza hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I realize that I kindda hate going to Tamp alr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/i&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/1899451365840258306-1778091743605325497?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/1778091743605325497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/1778091743605325497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/06/pizza-hut-i-realize-that-i-kindda-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TB8oHWMXydI/AAAAAAAAC7I/FL4yDK4F3sI/s72-c/DSC01164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-8628216265784949684</id><published>2010-06-16T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:29:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TBils7sOyTI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/4p2M8JYWPnU/s1600/happy+life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TBils7sOyTI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/4p2M8JYWPnU/s320/happy+life.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joke* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For several years, a man was having an affair with an  Italian woman.&lt;br /&gt;One night, she confided in him that she was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to  ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a&lt;br /&gt;large sum of money  if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-627"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would  also provide  child  support until the child turned 18.&lt;br /&gt;She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born.&lt;br /&gt;To keep it discrete, he  told her to  simply  mail him a post card, and write ‘Spaghetti’  on the back.&lt;br /&gt;He would then arrange for the child support payments to begin.&lt;br /&gt;One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his  confused wife.&lt;br /&gt;‘Honey’, she said, ‘you received a very  strange post card today’.&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh, really? Let me see…’, he said.&lt;br /&gt;The wife gave it to him and watched  as  her husband read the card, turned white, and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;On the card was written:&lt;br /&gt;‘Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;Two with meatballs, one without.&lt;br /&gt;Send extra sauce.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Source:http://www.cravingtech.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-8628216265784949684?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8628216265784949684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8628216265784949684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/06/q-what-is-most-effective-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TBils7sOyTI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/4p2M8JYWPnU/s72-c/happy+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-4333907473068689890</id><published>2010-06-11T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T16:20:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Tamp!&lt;br /&gt;They told me that I will meet my "gui ren" today if I went out. But NO LEH!&lt;br /&gt;Cheat my feelings!!! :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ve,Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-4333907473068689890?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/4333907473068689890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/4333907473068689890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-from-tamp-they-told-me-that-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-8859910532451957645</id><published>2010-06-10T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:48:47.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TBCImbn3edI/AAAAAAAAC5g/jtG8LspLbck/s1600/I+could+be+fucking+perfect+for+you..png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TBCImbn3edI/AAAAAAAAC5g/jtG8LspLbck/s400/I+could+be+fucking+perfect+for+you..png" width="400" /&gt;&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/1899451365840258306-7790250308629488929?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7790250308629488929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7790250308629488929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TBCImbn3edI/AAAAAAAAC5g/jtG8LspLbck/s72-c/I+could+be+fucking+perfect+for+you..png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-6872042744955847149</id><published>2010-06-08T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:47:52.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[I feel that I look kindda weird in this pict. :X ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TA4ojht5T_I/AAAAAAAAC4o/MfJJ82Le8W8/s1600/Photo3708.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TA4ojht5T_I/AAAAAAAAC4o/MfJJ82Le8W8/s400/Photo3708.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;Tamp- , Bought liquid eyeliner. Had Oreo cheesecake. Blar blar blar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Bought Pan fried bun and then took Bus 969 to Northpoint at around 7-8pm+.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;At the end of the day, took bus 39 back home.&lt;br /&gt;Bye~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-6872042744955847149?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6872042744955847149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6872042744955847149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/06/bought-liquid-eyeliner.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TA4ojht5T_I/AAAAAAAAC4o/MfJJ82Le8W8/s72-c/Photo3708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-7511534727563494374</id><published>2010-06-03T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:59:08.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1;Oreo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TAdRgAXmu8I/AAAAAAAAC38/f59gZYaCW9Y/s1600/No+one+is+afraid+of....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TAdRgAXmu8I/AAAAAAAAC38/f59gZYaCW9Y/s400/No+one+is+afraid+of....jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahh~ My throat feels so sore man. All thanks to sist! She went crazy just now, kept looking at what I was doing&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The song "turn it up" is stuck in my head!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: red; color: black; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-7511534727563494374?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7511534727563494374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7511534727563494374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/06/1oreo-ahh-my-throat-feels-so-sore-man.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TAdRgAXmu8I/AAAAAAAAC38/f59gZYaCW9Y/s72-c/No+one+is+afraid+of....jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-2680652165795914802</id><published>2010-05-31T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:36:27.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TAOQ9b8PAXI/AAAAAAAAC30/ZmTgkZ38tz8/s1600/DSC01066.alall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TAOQ9b8PAXI/AAAAAAAAC30/ZmTgkZ38tz8/s400/DSC01066.alall.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MT O 'lvl's over! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-2680652165795914802?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2680652165795914802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2680652165795914802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/05/mt-o-lvls-over-d.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TAOQ9b8PAXI/AAAAAAAAC30/ZmTgkZ38tz8/s72-c/DSC01066.alall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-2314671937374829181</id><published>2010-05-29T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:12:09.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out w fam at around 11 &amp;amp; took bus 81 to tamp and then 10 to Haw par villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TADscprli5I/AAAAAAAAC28/aYP8dc22aEY/s1600/DSC00920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TADscprli5I/AAAAAAAAC28/aYP8dc22aEY/s400/DSC00920.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A total of &amp;nbsp;1hour and 20 mins(approximately) ride man! Super tired and felt kidda giddy in the bus!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not long after we reached there, 2nd aunt gave us an surprise visit there! LOL. Went separate ways afterthat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TADrwJzESmI/AAAAAAAAC1M/UrtX_jFSXb0/s400/100_1418.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Took pictures and so on. &amp;amp; luckily my phone batt manage to perserve till we went off to vivo! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TADr0MKnm8I/AAAAAAAAC1U/FooGGJfy__4/s1600/100_1430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TADr0MKnm8I/AAAAAAAAC1U/FooGGJfy__4/s400/100_1430.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shopped around then then went to ECP for seafood dinner! 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It kept saying upload failed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;KK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So BYE now~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love,Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-2314671937374829181?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2314671937374829181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2314671937374829181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/05/went-out-w-fam-at-around-11-took-bus-81.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/TADscprli5I/AAAAAAAAC28/aYP8dc22aEY/s72-c/DSC00920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-992324660979981967</id><published>2010-05-27T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:46:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_5NSmu6A2I/AAAAAAAAC08/7ws4fvKrqKo/s1600/DSC01591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_5NSmu6A2I/AAAAAAAAC08/7ws4fvKrqKo/s400/DSC01591.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi everyone! Today is the last day of school for term 2! Hmm.. actually not really last day lor, cause I still have remedial etc !&lt;br /&gt;MT O'lvl this coming monday. All the best uh ppl!&lt;br /&gt;Hope can get at least a B3!!! :X&lt;br /&gt;^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: black;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-992324660979981967?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/992324660979981967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/992324660979981967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-everyone-today-is-last-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_5NSmu6A2I/AAAAAAAAC08/7ws4fvKrqKo/s72-c/DSC01591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-8598437227955286440</id><published>2010-05-26T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T18:30:43.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_z2vAXqueI/AAAAAAAAC00/rfgERd8lqqQ/s1600/really-cute-kitty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_z2vAXqueI/AAAAAAAAC00/rfgERd8lqqQ/s400/really-cute-kitty.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_z2tVNKiFI/AAAAAAAAC0s/c7zM5E0pW98/s1600/funny-lolcat-where.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_z2tVNKiFI/AAAAAAAAC0s/c7zM5E0pW98/s400/funny-lolcat-where.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="mainhead"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aww~ Freaking cute right?! ^^ &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD1"&gt;from the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;An old man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; and woman were married for years even though they hated each other. When they had a confrontation, screams and yelling could be heard deep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD2" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;. A constant statement was heard by the neighbors who feared the man the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"When I die I will dig my way up and out of the grave to come back and haunt you for the rest of your life!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They believed he practiced black magic and was responsible for missing cats and dogs, and strange sounds at all hours. He was feared and enjoyed the respect it garnished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He died abruptly under strange circumstances and the funeral had a closed casket. After the burial, the wife went straight to the local bar and began to party as if there was no tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The gaiety of her actions were becoming extreme while her neighbors approached in a group to ask these questions: Are you not afraid? Concerned? Worried? that this man who practiced black magic and stated when he died he would dig his way up and out of the grave to come back and haunt you for the rest of your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The wife put down her drink and said, "Let the jerk dig. I had him buried upside down."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: black;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-8598437227955286440?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8598437227955286440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8598437227955286440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/05/haunted-from-grave-old-man-and-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_z2vAXqueI/AAAAAAAAC00/rfgERd8lqqQ/s72-c/really-cute-kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-8076561388868351853</id><published>2010-05-25T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:08:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're a habit I'd like to kick - with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_ut1lvzVQI/AAAAAAAAC0c/TPG94GvJYyI/s1600/Photo3609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_ut1lvzVQI/AAAAAAAAC0c/TPG94GvJYyI/s400/Photo3609.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_utzg0dXaI/AAAAAAAAC0U/g00cqcVPwlE/s1600/DSC00832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_utzg0dXaI/AAAAAAAAC0U/g00cqcVPwlE/s400/DSC00832.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_ut2g-c1jI/AAAAAAAAC0k/rpJ7QMyltR0/s1600/Photo3611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_ut2g-c1jI/AAAAAAAAC0k/rpJ7QMyltR0/s400/Photo3611.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&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/1899451365840258306-8076561388868351853?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8076561388868351853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/8076561388868351853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-habit-id-like-to-kick-with-both.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_ut1lvzVQI/AAAAAAAAC0c/TPG94GvJYyI/s72-c/Photo3609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-7131298754237030228</id><published>2010-05-24T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:12:03.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_pQ4txsaHI/AAAAAAAAC0M/QPpSM4MAY8M/s1600/Not+ready+for+it.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_pQ4txsaHI/AAAAAAAAC0M/QPpSM4MAY8M/s400/Not+ready+for+it.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Got a couple of picts at Putien ytd. Gonna upload it maybe later of tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Bye! :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-7131298754237030228?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7131298754237030228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7131298754237030228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/05/got-couple-of-picts-at-putien-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_pQ4txsaHI/AAAAAAAAC0M/QPpSM4MAY8M/s72-c/Not+ready+for+it.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-5584137054079411831</id><published>2010-05-24T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T16:53:48.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up w the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_o-TNSpMZI/AAAAAAAACz8/TXeItCvx-Ck/s1600/You+don%27t+know+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_o-TNSpMZI/AAAAAAAACz8/TXeItCvx-Ck/s400/You+don%27t+know+me.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_o-YnANbXI/AAAAAAAAC0E/qJk8BCPfMeU/s1600/Learn+%26+play.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_o-YnANbXI/AAAAAAAAC0E/qJk8BCPfMeU/s400/Learn+%26+play.png" width="400" /&gt;&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/1899451365840258306-5584137054079411831?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5584137054079411831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5584137054079411831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-want-rainbow-you-gotta-put-up-w.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_o-TNSpMZI/AAAAAAAACz8/TXeItCvx-Ck/s72-c/You+don%27t+know+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-1395962954931662758</id><published>2010-05-19T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:55:22.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_Nu3nixsAI/AAAAAAAACz0/pU0jVu-jfXE/s1600/Reality.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_Nu3nixsAI/AAAAAAAACz0/pU0jVu-jfXE/s400/Reality.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ Source: UK's blog :&amp;gt; ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1899451365840258306-1395962954931662758?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/1395962954931662758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/1395962954931662758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/05/source-uks-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_Nu3nixsAI/AAAAAAAACz0/pU0jVu-jfXE/s72-c/Reality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-4400091379867168887</id><published>2010-05-18T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:34:51.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MYE was a total disappointment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_JQw7sd1jI/AAAAAAAACzs/6O06LF8H9E8/s1600/A+woman+without+her+man+is+nothing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_JQw7sd1jI/AAAAAAAACzs/6O06LF8H9E8/s400/A+woman+without+her+man+is+nothing.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: red; color: black;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/i&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/1899451365840258306-4400091379867168887?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/4400091379867168887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/4400091379867168887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/05/mye-was-total-disappointment-love.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_JQw7sd1jI/AAAAAAAACzs/6O06LF8H9E8/s72-c/A+woman+without+her+man+is+nothing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-6294039658084936943</id><published>2010-05-17T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:31:51.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_Dtmwg-EdI/AAAAAAAACzc/F1SyYpZsfmo/s1600/DSC00805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_Dtmwg-EdI/AAAAAAAACzc/F1SyYpZsfmo/s400/DSC00805.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_Dto8eKKxI/AAAAAAAACzk/QBS7DmYu9vg/s1600/DSC00804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_Dto8eKKxI/AAAAAAAACzk/QBS7DmYu9vg/s400/DSC00804.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, so I went for rebonding on Sat. &amp;amp; can you believe that I actually cried&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(silently)&lt;/span&gt; during the process?! Damn , embarrassing! :X&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Reason is, that lady cut my hair away and I was feeling damn heart pain! LOL! I took a longg time to actually get to that hair length and then she went to cut it away! Now its like any typical girl's hair length alr man! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pouts*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right now, I'm actually waiting for my fringy to slowly build up volume and then I'll cut side bangs :&amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeap, I've been having this weird(?) dream two times alr. &amp;amp; this dream actually gave me an urge to become a mother! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I dreamt that I was a young mother and had a baby son named Jayven&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( If I've recalled correctly, I suppose that was the name? :X)&lt;/span&gt; and blar blar blar &amp;amp; the end! LOL. I can't really rmb the rest alr. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okiee! Thats all for today. Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope there's good news today &amp;amp; then I'll be v v happy! Lol!!! ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-6294039658084936943?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6294039658084936943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6294039658084936943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/05/ok-so-i-went-for-rebonding-on-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S_Dtmwg-EdI/AAAAAAAACzc/F1SyYpZsfmo/s72-c/DSC00805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-5573058962557280821</id><published>2010-05-03T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:41:01.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S96m-13o-oI/AAAAAAAACy0/rf9kWAOclhU/s1600/feel+good+anyway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S96m-13o-oI/AAAAAAAACy0/rf9kWAOclhU/s320/feel+good+anyway.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh 'great'! I suddenly lost all my interest(&amp;amp; Motivation) in studying over the weekends! Damn, guess mye won't be a good one alr.&lt;br /&gt;Well Nvm! Cause i know that my study mood will &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; be back again during June holidays! Will be chiong-ing w my 'guardian'. ^^ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Kkx kkx. Will be back posting most probably after MY.&lt;br /&gt;Bye~ ! :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had a stress-free weekend!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-5573058962557280821?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5573058962557280821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5573058962557280821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-great-i-suddenly-lost-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S96m-13o-oI/AAAAAAAACy0/rf9kWAOclhU/s72-c/feel+good+anyway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-7234588983749263402</id><published>2010-04-30T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:04:20.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;堅強&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S9qOitSiHDI/AAAAAAAACys/tWVC3Vxl8Jc/s1600/promise-yourself-to-be-so-strong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S9qOitSiHDI/AAAAAAAACys/tWVC3Vxl8Jc/s320/promise-yourself-to-be-so-strong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you're not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There is inside you&lt;br /&gt;all of the potential&lt;br /&gt;to be whatever you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;all of the energy&lt;br /&gt;to do whatever you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagine yourself as you would like to be,&lt;br /&gt;doing what you want to do,&lt;br /&gt;and each day, take one step&lt;br /&gt;towards your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And though at times it may seem too&lt;br /&gt;difficult to continue,&lt;br /&gt;hold on to your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One morning you will awake to find&lt;br /&gt;that you are the person you dreamed of,&lt;br /&gt;doing what you wanted to do,&lt;br /&gt;simply because you had the courage&lt;br /&gt;to believe in your potential&lt;br /&gt;and to hold on to your dream.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;~ Donna Levine ~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Love,Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&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/1899451365840258306-7234588983749263402?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7234588983749263402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7234588983749263402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-not-who-you-are-that-holds-you-back.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S9qOitSiHDI/AAAAAAAACys/tWVC3Vxl8Jc/s72-c/promise-yourself-to-be-so-strong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-5137041752714204314</id><published>2010-04-23T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:03:49.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S9FgbxzlDQI/AAAAAAAACyk/fU-h8qfD4Nc/s1600/Depressed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S9FgbxzlDQI/AAAAAAAACyk/fU-h8qfD4Nc/s320/Depressed.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanna be independent!&lt;br /&gt;MYE is around the corner which means.... O'lvl is approaching!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this day to arrive, so badly. 'Cause I can't wait to leave Coral and get a new life. &lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hate everything in coral man&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Well, there are exceptions too)&lt;/span&gt;!!! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-5137041752714204314?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5137041752714204314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5137041752714204314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wanna-be-independent-mye-is-around.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S9FgbxzlDQI/AAAAAAAACyk/fU-h8qfD4Nc/s72-c/Depressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-5009859008318856363</id><published>2010-04-22T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:09:59.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I've never met anyone as thick-skinned as you. Knowing you was my greatest regret!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S9ArEpNivXI/AAAAAAAACyU/ox6j-EOWXlk/s1600/experiential_learning_diagram.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S9ArEpNivXI/AAAAAAAACyU/ox6j-EOWXlk/s400/experiential_learning_diagram.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S9ArKOXXtXI/AAAAAAAACyc/ag4tRbGsSvk/s1600/Blooms+taxonomy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S9ArKOXXtXI/AAAAAAAACyc/ag4tRbGsSvk/s400/Blooms+taxonomy.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people learn better when forced under circumstances. I guess I'm one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-5009859008318856363?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5009859008318856363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5009859008318856363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-never-met-anyone-as-thick-skinned.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S9ArEpNivXI/AAAAAAAACyU/ox6j-EOWXlk/s72-c/experiential_learning_diagram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-1751513533106457112</id><published>2010-04-21T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:42:55.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S87V8T24CTI/AAAAAAAACxs/WfsVpbgFIqw/s1600/images190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S87V8T24CTI/AAAAAAAACxs/WfsVpbgFIqw/s320/images190.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S87WheskPeI/AAAAAAAACyM/j302RTAuUUc/s1600/You+won%27t+be+alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S87WheskPeI/AAAAAAAACyM/j302RTAuUUc/s320/You+won%27t+be+alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S87WSdxcrlI/AAAAAAAACx0/uxdtysEO5Pw/s1600/love_quote-542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S87WSdxcrlI/AAAAAAAACx0/uxdtysEO5Pw/s320/love_quote-542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S87WWJVgmBI/AAAAAAAACx8/w1hcK9Cu4Ec/s1600/love_quotes.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S87M4fIGYsI/AAAAAAAACxk/OQRmCAB0rsM/s1600/images18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S87M4fIGYsI/AAAAAAAACxk/OQRmCAB0rsM/s320/images18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ever since ytd night, I realised that I actually love her, I really do(!) even though sometimes when I get upset w her &amp;amp; I'll tell myself that I "hate" her. Even though sometimes when she "zhong se qin you" &amp;amp; cares abt him more than to me. Sometimes I feel kindda sad too when she is sad. Its kindda weird that I'll say sometime like that actually, cause it's a lil mushy for me eh:X&lt;br /&gt;Not that she told me abt what had happen, but through her phone calls w him, her voice, she's obviously feeling upset. I hope that he will really cherish her. I hope that what I've thought abt before that might ever happen to them when she gets to a new school will &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since ytd night, when Mum got back home, I really had the urge to want hug her but I didn't cause y'know, sometimes, the "ego thing" just gets the better out of you.&lt;br /&gt;I really really hope to not to be an attitude girl towards her but I simply have got no much patience left in me ever since this year, idk whats wrong w me either. I go on emotional rides every now and then over trivial matters!!! &lt;br /&gt;But, I want you to know that i love you anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although till now, I still get frustrate when talking to dad cause he is &lt;i&gt;oh-so&lt;/i&gt; unreasonable most of the time that sometimes I wish that he could just 'evaporate' in that instant(!) (:X) buttt, I know that its because he cares. Its just that the method he use is wrong. Y'know, guys at my dad's age can't express themselves well, I really hope that I can try to be more understandable and not "explode".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And him! I feel that he doesn't appreciate this family anymore. Well, actually I can get how he's feeling right now. Cause, boys at this age, y'know~ ( :X )&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that he wants to get involve in all those notorious acts &amp;amp; ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if such a thing like that really happens to him, I would just give him some advices. I wouldn't stop him much cause majority of the boys will only learn through the hard way. Let them suffer, and they will then learn.&lt;br /&gt;Soft approach does not work on them. In fact. they wld find you a nuisance &amp;amp; wanna do something more.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that he is counted as quite a good boy compared to many others alr but, I'm afraid that he might want to be more "popular" &amp;amp; start getting into trouble and so on.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that I'm kindda proud of him is that, he is able to manage his studies despite going out so often&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( Except for him being haolian over small achievements)&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite please w the way I am studying in school now. I know that some of you might see in as an "anti-social girl" or whatever but frankly speaking, I don't regret being lidat at all. Reason is.... find out by yourself!&lt;br /&gt;I like studying but i dislike school v much, w those hypocrites, ppl who just wanna use others &amp;amp; bias teachers!&lt;br /&gt;So I really really wish to pass my O' lvl w my desired result &amp;amp; leave this school &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ASAP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! This is one of my "motivation" to start studying hard now actually :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-7023783527342327265?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7023783527342327265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7023783527342327265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/04/ever-since-ytd-night-i-realised-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S87M4fIGYsI/AAAAAAAACxk/OQRmCAB0rsM/s72-c/images18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-2195880801130463699</id><published>2010-04-01T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:39:36.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time Tested Beauty Tips&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A poem by Sam Levenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For attractive lips,&lt;br /&gt;speak words of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lovely eyes,&lt;br /&gt;seek out the good in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a slim figure,&lt;br /&gt;share your food with the hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For beautiful hair,&lt;br /&gt;let a child run his fingers through it once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For poise,&lt;br /&gt;walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, even more than things,&lt;br /&gt;have to be restored, renewed, revived,&lt;br /&gt;reclaimed and redeemed and redeemed ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never throw out anybody. Remember, if you ever need a&lt;br /&gt;helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands.&lt;br /&gt;One for helping yourself, the other for helping others".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-2195880801130463699?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2195880801130463699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2195880801130463699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/04/beauty-tips-poem-by-by-sam-levenson-for.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-5612737279913821094</id><published>2010-03-31T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:57:58.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;If you love some one because you think that he or she is really  gorgeous ....then it's not love .. it's "Infatuation"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you love some one because you think that you shouldn't leave  him because others think that you shouldn't ... then it's not  love.. it's "Compromise"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you love some one because you have been kissed by him ... then  it's not love.. it's "Inferiority complex"   &lt;br /&gt;If you love some one because you cannot leave him thinking that  it would hurt his feelings .. then it's not love .. it's  "Charity"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you love some one because you share every thing with him ...  then it's not love... it's "Friendship" &lt;br /&gt;BUT... If you feel the pain of the other person more than him  even when he is stable and you cry for him ... that's "LOVE"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you get attracted to other people but stay with him without  any regrets... that's "LOVE" &lt;br /&gt;If you let him go knowing that he has to go but he doesn't want  to ... that's "LOVE"  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-5612737279913821094?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5612737279913821094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5612737279913821094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-love-some-one-because-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-741492978173758141</id><published>2010-03-31T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:02:42.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="dc"&gt; &lt;h1 class="p15_t p10_lr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Horoscope for March 31, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Losing tolerance for shallow people? You're moving in the right direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hmmm. Perhaps you're starting to realize how nice it would be to come home to a certain someone every day. Now, don't pinch yourself or take any otherwise sort of drastic measures -- this really is you, and no, you're not dreaming. Your usually lighthearted self has gone in search of something deeper and more meaningful, and that's a wonderful thing. Whatever you're looking for, you may just find today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This is exactly what I'm feeling today! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1899451365840258306-741492978173758141?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/741492978173758141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/741492978173758141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/03/horoscope-for-march-31-2010-bottom-line.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-9137404130517377136</id><published>2010-03-30T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:14:21.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S7H4x9JmBPI/AAAAAAAACw8/Y4qRs7D6HwU/s1600/DSC00679.p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S7H4x9JmBPI/AAAAAAAACw8/Y4qRs7D6HwU/s320/DSC00679.p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S7H5EeJ3GoI/AAAAAAAACxc/WjRS1DHWGf4/s1600/DSC00708.p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S7H5EeJ3GoI/AAAAAAAACxc/WjRS1DHWGf4/s320/DSC00708.p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S7H5AOxoKCI/AAAAAAAACxM/JM6xxFkRnrA/s1600/DSC00683.p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S7H5AOxoKCI/AAAAAAAACxM/JM6xxFkRnrA/s320/DSC00683.p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S7H4-Py3Q8I/AAAAAAAACxE/Ak9huAkq48A/s1600/DSC00681.p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S7H4-Py3Q8I/AAAAAAAACxE/Ak9huAkq48A/s320/DSC00681.p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S7H5BkbUrbI/AAAAAAAACxU/G2CAM-FJ57w/s1600/DSC00684.p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S7H5BkbUrbI/AAAAAAAACxU/G2CAM-FJ57w/s320/DSC00684.p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;再见了，我的最爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;你真的是我的唯一&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;想你，真的很想你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;不知道你想我吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;其实我很烦恼，你知道吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;只是你看不到我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;我应该懂得爱惜自己，不要在去想念你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;为什么我那么爱你，我得不到回答&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;因为失去那种痛，没有人知道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;只有我一个人才感觉痛苦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;你真的好自私啊，已经离我而去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我的心真的好痛，你感觉得到吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;只想给你知道我是多么的爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;不要再逃避好吗?﻿&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我爱你，但也很恨你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;可是我一直珍惜你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;放弃你，但我做不到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;你知道我难受吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我一心一意，都是为你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;而你，却说我们有距离&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我应该懂得爱惜自己，不要在去想念你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;为什么我那么爱你，我得不到回答&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;因为失去那种痛，没有人知道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;只有我一个人才感觉痛苦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;你真的好自私啊，已经离我而去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我的心真的好痛，你感觉得到吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;只想给你知道我是多么的爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;不要再逃避好吗?﻿&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我恨你自私&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;恨你绝情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;恨你曾经放弃我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;为什么你要我难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;你不肯接受我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;但是我真的后悔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我留不到你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我伤心 我难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我哭得更多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;你知道那种感觉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;就是围绕着我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我试过不去想你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;但我真的难受&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我只想告诉你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我永远的爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;我却忘记不了你﻿&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: black;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-9137404130517377136?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/9137404130517377136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/9137404130517377136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-priscilla.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S7H4x9JmBPI/AAAAAAAACw8/Y4qRs7D6HwU/s72-c/DSC00679.p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-3729380399465090980</id><published>2010-03-26T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:18:33.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love makes the world go round&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;-Robert Frost&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-has the power to fill life with joy and meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Love-is unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;Love-has happy feet.&lt;br /&gt;Love-makes its presence known from the inside to the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Love-goes wherever it wants.&lt;br /&gt;Love-values what is important.&lt;br /&gt;Love-creates memories that are cherished and priceless.&lt;br /&gt;A parent's love-a promise to love us &lt;i style="color: #444444;"&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; they know us so well;a promise to love us &lt;i style="color: #444444;"&gt;in spite of&lt;/i&gt; knowing us so well.&lt;br /&gt;Love-knows when to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Love-is captured in symbols that it uses to renew itself.&lt;br /&gt;Love-worth every cent of it.&lt;br /&gt;Love- creates lifelong fans-no matter what your age.&lt;br /&gt;Love-creates family ties,even out of broken ones.&lt;br /&gt;Love-cares for the house we live in-and asks that we care for it,too.&lt;br /&gt;Love-keeps a promise to care throughout a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Love-asks us to protect all life as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;Love-sees through the eyes of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Love-respects and shows honor.&lt;br /&gt;Love-demands that you save some of it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Love-is an external source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Adapted from "Taste berries for teens" book. :&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-3729380399465090980?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3729380399465090980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3729380399465090980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-makes-world-go-round-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-5530209282162759793</id><published>2010-03-25T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:02:58.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just because I don't speak up doesn't mean that I'm scared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just because I don't response doesn't mean that I don't know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just because I don't show doesn't mean that I don't have the knowledge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And just because I don't say it doesn't mean that I don't care&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because I just want to live humbly, care freely &amp;amp; peacefully,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;speak up at the right time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;response at the right time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;show it at the right time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;say it at the right thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to do things at the right time but not to be a show-off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Talk, no action= &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;N-O-T-H-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;-Priscilla. K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: red; color: black;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-5530209282162759793?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5530209282162759793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5530209282162759793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-because-i-dont-speak-up-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-68037845745897482</id><published>2010-03-24T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:15:27.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I'm currently in school. (&amp;amp; there's someting wrong w this comp eh:X)&lt;br /&gt;Ran 2.4Km in the morning. 17.03min! Damn, wasn't my ideal timing. &lt;em&gt;Pouts*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm&amp;nbsp;caught&amp;nbsp;in a dilemma whether to go to science remedial later on not. Cause it's starting at 3++ and my lesson ends at 2.15. So in the middle there's alot of free time. Hate this kindda situation sia! (Argg!) Moreover, Chem remedial is w &amp;amp; at other class! I don't wantttt!!!!I want to be in my own class,w my own classmates! And after that,there's still physics remedial, which gonna endat 5.45! (Super duper late sia) &lt;br /&gt;Alright GTG! Bye! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&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/1899451365840258306-68037845745897482?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/68037845745897482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/68037845745897482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-everyone-im-currently-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-6258430199649378247</id><published>2010-03-18T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:01:27.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple goes to an art gallery. They find a picture of a naked women with only her privates covered with leaves. The wife doesn't like it and moves on but the husband keeps looking. &lt;br /&gt;The wife asks, "What are you waiting for?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband replies, "Autumn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;A couple had been married for 25 years and was celebrating the husband's 60th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the party, a fairy appeared and said that because they had been such a loving couple all those years, she would give them one wish each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife said, "We've been so poor all these years, and I've never gotten to see the world. I wish we could travel all over the world." The fairy waved her wand and POOF! She had the tickets in her hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was the husband's turn. He paused for a moment, and then said, "Well, I'd like to be married to a woman 30 years younger than me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy waved her wand and POOF! He was 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy at a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half of an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down. The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't stand to see a man cry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police said that they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Professors of different subjects define the same word in different ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Computer Science:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a few bits of love compiled into a byte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Algebra:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is two divided by nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Geometry:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is the shortest distance between two straight lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Physics:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is the contraction of mouth due to the expansion of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Chemistry:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is the reaction of the interaction between two hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Zoology:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is the interchange of unisexual salivary bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Physiology:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is the juxtaposition of two orbicular ors muscles in the state of contraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Dentistry:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is infectious and antiseptic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Accountancy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a credit because it is profitable when returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Economics:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is that thing for which the demand is higher than the supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Statistics:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is an event whose probability depends on the vital statistics of 36-24-36.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Philosophy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is the persecution for the child, ecstasy for the youth and homage for the old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of English:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a noun that is used as a conjunction; it is more common than proper; it is spoken in the plural and it is applicable to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prof. of Engineering:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, What? I'm not familiar with that term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PUPIL: &lt;/b&gt; "Would you punish me for something I didn’t do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEACHER:" &lt;/b&gt; Of course not." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PUPIL: &lt;/b&gt;"Good, because I haven’t done my homework."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;Riddles&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Can you think of a word that changes both number and gender when you add the letter 'S'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I travel high and low....scale to the heights and then again travel back down. By reading the lines, I can be found. If you read between the lines, here you'll also find me around. Being familiar with the alphabet will help you to see that without me a lot of the world would be without sound. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)What occurs once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in an hour? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)What can run but never walks, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; has a mouth but never talks, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; has a head but never weeps,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; has a bed but never sleeps?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I am as light as a feather, yet no man can hold me for long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Can you name ten body parts of three letters each? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Women don't have it and don't want it. Men get it and think it's a good thing but sometimes they try to get rid of it. What is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) To cross the water I'm the way,&lt;br /&gt;For water I'm above;&lt;br /&gt;I touch it not, and truth to say,&lt;br /&gt;I neither swim nor move. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;Answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;1) Prince to princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;2)musical notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;3)The letter 'M'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;4)A river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;5)Your breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;6)Lip, Eye, Ear, Arm, Hip, Leg, Toe, Rib, Gum, Gut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;7)A beard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;8)A bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Source: funshun.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-6258430199649378247?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6258430199649378247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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along&lt;br /&gt;Being mean&lt;br /&gt;Is not the way&lt;br /&gt;To go through life&lt;br /&gt;If someone is&lt;br /&gt;Being mean&lt;br /&gt;Tell them so&lt;br /&gt;Make them deal with it&lt;br /&gt;Being mean&lt;br /&gt;Is not the way to be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Thomas Allen &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/1899451365840258306-3844335638406710295?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3844335638406710295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3844335638406710295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try hard in school&lt;br /&gt;Without being a geek,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's way more to life&lt;br /&gt;Than the popular clique&lt;br /&gt;Joining the band doesn't make you uncool&lt;br /&gt;It's those who say otherwise who are the fools.&lt;br /&gt;Join a team, or a club, or try out for the play&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait any longer, go for it today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be great, just get out there and start&lt;br /&gt;And whatever you do, let it come from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Be it music, or writing, or drama, or sports,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Don't let anyone else make you think you fall short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the things you can do,&lt;br /&gt;If you be who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Just be true to yourself, and you will go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the people you'll meet&lt;br /&gt;Of all different kinds&lt;br /&gt;Just forget about labels&lt;br /&gt;And open your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the things you will learn&lt;br /&gt;And the worlds you will see&lt;br /&gt;If you say to yourself:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad to be me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Emily Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Source: Chicken soup!!! :&amp;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/1899451365840258306-5970872565428706946?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5970872565428706946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5970872565428706946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After birth, we all are hurled,&lt;br /&gt;into an ever-changing world.&lt;br /&gt;We live our lives, we learn to love,&lt;br /&gt;and are granted dreams from up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we grow, we learn to see,&lt;br /&gt;we're living in reality.&lt;br /&gt;With talent squandered, forgotten dreams,&lt;br /&gt;the world's a scary place, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people don't always learn to fly.&lt;br /&gt;They lose their dreams, and let them die.&lt;br /&gt;Their favorite things, what they do best&lt;br /&gt;are lost, forgotten, laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this, we can all learn to keep&lt;br /&gt;our treasures near, not burried deep.&lt;br /&gt;Our fiercest loves, and great desires&lt;br /&gt;are in our souls, our inner fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love music, learn to play.&lt;br /&gt;Or if it's art, then draw each day.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you have the dream to do,&lt;br /&gt;once it's found, keep it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll meet with failures and stop to cry,&lt;br /&gt;but you can di it if you try.&lt;br /&gt;For the world will look so much more bright,&lt;br /&gt;if you just keep your dreams in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Katie Hays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Source: Chicken soup!!! :&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-6278143566127514265?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6278143566127514265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6278143566127514265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/03/live-your-dream-t-he-future-belongs-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-6317829345317337729</id><published>2010-03-12T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:11:21.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me live&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;ur greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[Agree much! ^^ ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let me cut my own hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If it looks horrible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; let me learn not to touch scissors and that hair grows back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me spend my money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; If the shirt's too little and the store doesn't give refunds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; let me learn to save my cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me kiss a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; If he thinks it's just a fling and I get my heart broken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; let me learn that some boys are just that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me flunk my test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; If I fail the class and miss the honor roll list,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; let me learn to study more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me miss the shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; If my team loses and I'm on the beanch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; let me learn to concentrate on the basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me go past curfew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; If I get grounded and miss the big part this weekend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; let me learn to follow the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But most important, let me live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; If I learn a lesson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; you've done you part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Jennifer Danley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Source: Chicken soup!!! :&amp;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/1899451365840258306-6317829345317337729?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6317829345317337729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6317829345317337729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-me-live-o-ur-greatest-glory-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-4752349132711380644</id><published>2010-03-12T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:11:35.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;erfection is a trifle dull. It is not the least of life's ironies that this,which we all aim at, is better not quite achieved.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;W.Somerset Maugham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skinny legs, bigger breasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is all they want to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiny waists and thinner arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The opposite of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pressure to be perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is slowly closing in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An utter suffocation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That doesn't seem to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Society is telling me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful is thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if I choose to starve myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfection's what I win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoving something down my throat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will get me what I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bring me closer to that goal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of a body I can flaunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Society is telling us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beauty is&amp;nbsp; a prize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Measured in the size of your breasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In weight and clothing size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But let me tell you here and now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No good will come from that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems okay at first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But soon becomes a trap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A disease that clouds the mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And believes what is untrue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believes you're never good enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter what you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is one beauty that I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the greatest prize of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's learning to accept yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imperfections, flaws, and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beauty that really matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lies in our heart , our soul, our core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because when you love what's inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You love what's outside even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Brittany Steward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Source:Chicken soup!!!! :&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[I typed every single word out ok! So, please read 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/1899451365840258306-4752349132711380644?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/4752349132711380644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/4752349132711380644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfection-p-erfection-is-trifle-dull.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-7413067285511194989</id><published>2010-03-09T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:20:12.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love, Priscilla &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-7413067285511194989?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7413067285511194989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7413067285511194989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-could-i-would-always-work-in.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-7950604536584993741</id><published>2010-03-02T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:07:54.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before &amp; after marriage joke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before Marriage:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes. At last, it was so hard to wait.&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you want me to leave?&lt;br /&gt;He: NO! Don’t even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;He: Of course! Over and over!&lt;br /&gt;She: Have you ever cheated on me?&lt;br /&gt;He: NO! Why are you even asking?&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;He: Every chance I get!&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you hit me?&lt;br /&gt;He: Are you crazy! I’m not that kind of person!&lt;br /&gt;She: Can I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;She: Darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; After Marriage:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now read this from bottom to top.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-7950604536584993741?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7950604536584993741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7950604536584993741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/03/before-marriage-he-yes.html' title='Before &amp; after marriage joke!'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-9126826429067885470</id><published>2010-03-02T17:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:42:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C'mon Let's all indulge in reminiscence!&lt;br /&gt;:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4zcW6X9t9I/AAAAAAAACvM/BByxP4fLBwI/s1600-h/DSC00579.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443968335769090002" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4zcW6X9t9I/AAAAAAAACvM/BByxP4fLBwI/s320/DSC00579.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4zcwCQCe_I/AAAAAAAACvc/MGfpbrQlbbA/s1600-h/DSC00582.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443968767380061170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4zcwCQCe_I/AAAAAAAACvc/MGfpbrQlbbA/s320/DSC00582.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4zcWe5xAdI/AAAAAAAACvE/pIO_-3Qeqok/s1600-h/DSC00578.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443968328394670546" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4zcWe5xAdI/AAAAAAAACvE/pIO_-3Qeqok/s320/DSC00578.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4zcWNjfbFI/AAAAAAAACu8/5B8zvVCHiNc/s1600-h/DSC00577.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443968323737840722" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4zcWNjfbFI/AAAAAAAACu8/5B8zvVCHiNc/s320/DSC00577.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4zcVzSc9OI/AAAAAAAACu0/2RxE00w-OMw/s1600-h/DSC00576.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443968316687054050" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4zcVzSc9OI/AAAAAAAACu0/2RxE00w-OMw/s320/DSC00576.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha Came back home &amp;amp; saw sis browsing through some of our childhood photos &amp;amp; kept laughing about it. LOLL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-9126826429067885470?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/9126826429067885470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/9126826429067885470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/03/cmon-lets-all-indulge-in-reminiscence.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4zcW6X9t9I/AAAAAAAACvM/BByxP4fLBwI/s72-c/DSC00579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-5798832384805566436</id><published>2010-02-25T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:43:27.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;知人知面不知心&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&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/1899451365840258306-5798832384805566436?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5798832384805566436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5798832384805566436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-priscilla.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-6185543337543259404</id><published>2010-02-24T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:35:42.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! I came across a poem that is so damn interesting &amp;amp; LOL man! I kindda laughed when I read the last line of the poem. LOL. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Other Girl - A Poem About Cheating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally just stopped asking There is no point, you see the times I push him for the truth He will just lie to me  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or he'll just be half honest He'll tell me where he goes But what he's doing with that girl Just he and God do know  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knows that I am jealous But how he makes excuse And when I tell him how I feel I only light a fuse  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I can't just stop seeing her You know she's a close friend Don't let this jealousy pain you Your little heart will mend"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't see why he protects That girl he cheats me for He knows it's nothing serious She's just his little whore  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And oh, the way he says it As if he's blind and dumb To the fact that I've always known The shady shit he's done  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do you stay?, you might ask Is he that much a catch? Is the love you have all that strong? Are you a perfect match?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to your questions I say That no, he's not that great &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But I keep him 'cause every woman Wants him on her plate&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And plus, the time that we've had Has been two years plus more He was nothing when we first met But then good looks he scored  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet still I cannot help it I feel such pain each time I know he's sleeping in a bed That's not his and not mine  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And though I'm always in pain I do feel slightly bad Because that girl just gets a taste Of what she'll never have  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So both sides are depressing But if you couldn't see I'm not the girl I said I was--  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;other girl is me&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Source: Allpoetry.com &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/1899451365840258306-6185543337543259404?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6185543337543259404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/6185543337543259404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi-i-came-across-poem-that-is-so-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-5165202425928588363</id><published>2010-02-24T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:29:13.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same old tricks? Simply no novelty at all man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spookycorner.com/35/haunted-places-in-singapore/"&gt;Haunted Places In Singapore!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spi.com.sg/haunted/main.htm"&gt;S.P.I&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-5165202425928588363?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5165202425928588363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/5165202425928588363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/haunted-places-in-singapore-s.html' title='Same old tricks? Simply no novelty at all man.'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-7555178711715332716</id><published>2010-02-23T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:18:41.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4Oqz1H5HNI/AAAAAAAACuE/Fp9ccgU5g9o/s1600-h/Inspirational+Quotes+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4Oqz1H5HNI/AAAAAAAACuE/Fp9ccgU5g9o/s400/Inspirational+Quotes+4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most      and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great      care of her and gave her nothing but the best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always      wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in      great fear that she might run away with some other men.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always      patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant      faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always      help him out and tide him through difficult times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great      contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care      of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and      although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to      die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4      wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the      finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will      you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she      walked away without another word.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart. The      sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my      life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!"      replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when      you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've      always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you      follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!"      replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave."      The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Then a voice called out : "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter      where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was      so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the      merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could      have !"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;a. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish      in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;b. Our 3rd wife ? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they      all go to others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;c. The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had      been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up      to the grave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;d. The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of      material, wealth and sensual &lt;i&gt;pleasure. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Guess what? It is actually the only thing that      follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and      strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love,Priscilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-7555178711715332716?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7555178711715332716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/7555178711715332716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-was-rich-merchant-who-had-4-wives.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S4Oqz1H5HNI/AAAAAAAACuE/Fp9ccgU5g9o/s72-c/Inspirational+Quotes+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-440956964818697</id><published>2010-02-22T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:43:22.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am just so stressed out that i even grew a strand of white hair man! 0o Hmm... actually not really a strand la, just 1/8 of that particular strand. LOLL!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeap, FS horoscope is just so spot on sia! Seriously, damn zhun sia! O-M-G Its not just one day of accuracy but many many days ok! Since last year like November? I've been reading FS horoscope &amp;amp; most of it are just so accurate.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence or not? Well, I believe it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&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/1899451365840258306-440956964818697?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/440956964818697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/440956964818697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-just-so-stressed-out-that-i-even.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-3147285222974662314</id><published>2010-02-19T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T16:35:38.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You reap what you sow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S35F80wzjdI/AAAAAAAACt4/RSRFd1pAHrc/s1600-h/pravs-j-let-go.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S35F80wzjdI/AAAAAAAACt4/RSRFd1pAHrc/s400/pravs-j-let-go.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Holding on to anger, resentment and hurt only gives you tense muscles, a headache and a sore jaw from clenching your teeth. Forgiveness gives you back the laughter and the lightness in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Red" style="color: red;"&gt;Joan Lunden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Red" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fea&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Red" style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;r is met and destroyed with courage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;James F. Bell&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;"There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go. "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core of strength within you that survives all hurt."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-Max Le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Kind words can be short and easy to speak but their echoes are truly endless."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mother Teresa&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1b703a;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"I'd rather regret the things that I have done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; than the things that I have not done."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lucille Ball&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Learn the art of patience. Apply discipline to your thoughts when they become anxious over the outcome of a goal. Impatience breeds anxiety, fear, discouragement and failure. Patience creates confidence, decisiveness, and a rational outlook, which eventually leads to success."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Brian Adams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; "Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Samuel Ullman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;Good habits result from resisting temptation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;What makes resisting temptation difficult for many people is they don't want to discourage it completely.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Franklin P. Jones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1899451365840258306-3147285222974662314?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3147285222974662314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3147285222974662314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-reap-what-you-sow.html' title='You reap what you sow'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S35F80wzjdI/AAAAAAAACt4/RSRFd1pAHrc/s72-c/pravs-j-let-go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-1822455531186989955</id><published>2010-02-18T21:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:24:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S31Be8rDQTI/AAAAAAAACto/rwXgxOo_2lc/s1600-h/DSC00538.p4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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is about to arrive, on this Sunday, 14 of Feb! It also marks the day of Valentine's! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soooo&lt;/i&gt;, up next will be pictures of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I bet you guys are anxious to know who he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S3Pvg8lDNfI/AAAAAAAACrQ/R2ckaC6-ows/s320/DSC00467.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S3PvgccNfUI/AAAAAAAACrI/11bUdnZSTo8/s1600-h/DSC00465.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436952515835690306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S3PvgccNfUI/AAAAAAAACrI/11bUdnZSTo8/s320/DSC00465.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla&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/1899451365840258306-3074552146381429100?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3074552146381429100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3074552146381429100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/hihi-cny-is-about-to-arrive-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S3Pvh557AzI/AAAAAAAACro/FQivnby7G7c/s72-c/DSC00474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-878558767961790989</id><published>2010-02-08T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:35:50.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Tada! ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S2_YTpASgpI/AAAAAAAACqQ/ySgvcOx5vZw/s1600-h/DSC00456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S2_YTpASgpI/AAAAAAAACqQ/ySgvcOx5vZw/s320/DSC00456.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S2_YVvqd5KI/AAAAAAAACqY/6XQegXqoFSY/s1600-h/DSC00463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S2_YVvqd5KI/AAAAAAAACqY/6XQegXqoFSY/s320/DSC00463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S2_aWjoKDrI/AAAAAAAACrA/8AtmhQ1KGLc/s1600-h/DSC00440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S2_aWjoKDrI/AAAAAAAACrA/8AtmhQ1KGLc/s320/DSC00440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Love, Priscilla &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/1899451365840258306-878558767961790989?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/878558767961790989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/878558767961790989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/tada-love-priscilla.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvDMx__pjbs/S2_YTpASgpI/AAAAAAAACqQ/ySgvcOx5vZw/s72-c/DSC00456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-3398308015781952877</id><published>2010-02-05T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:41:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;Hi all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;It have been quite sometime since I last posted about things that are related to my life uh. Hees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright. Shall start w,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is a "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;hot hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" day man!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Warm) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Shall skip periods before assembly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had a random fire drill when all the upper sec students are about to have assembly. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Managed to be sheltered by Vivian &amp;amp; HM's umbrella (:&amp;gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Afterthat, went for Chinese remedial w Eugenia &amp;amp; Cynthia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Butttt, because of noone having the keys to our classroom &amp;amp; that Mr Yuan had to rush to AMK by 3pm, remedial was cancelled! So, walked home under the hot hot sun &amp;amp; tada, here I am! LOL :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today is Kasandra &amp;amp; Yoga's autograph session. I feel like buying Kasandra's book eh. Well, shall decide tmr if we happen to pass by any MPH bookstore then! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;Goodbye! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Priscilla! ^^&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/1899451365840258306-3398308015781952877?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3398308015781952877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/3398308015781952877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi-all-i-it-have-been-quite-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-1280861539429720610</id><published>2010-02-03T19:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:31:16.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those guys are sick man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?ref=profile&amp;amp;id=736512929#%21/group.php?v=wall&amp;amp;gid=104786470334"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?v=photos&amp;amp;gid=104786470334#/group.php?v=wall&amp;amp;gid=104786470334"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?v=photos&amp;amp;gid=104786470334#/group.php?v=wall&amp;amp;gid=104786470334&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-1280861539429720610?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/1280861539429720610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/1280861539429720610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/those-guys-are-sick-man-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899451365840258306.post-2128267156397319269</id><published>2010-02-02T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:12:47.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A man falls in love through his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eyes, a woman through her ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Woodrow Wyatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl02_Label2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  discover this truth at the end of a love    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  affair or else when the sweet emotions    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  of love lead us into marriage    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  and then turn down their flames.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl02_Label2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Thomas Moore&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899451365840258306-2128267156397319269?l=miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2128267156397319269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899451365840258306/posts/default/2128267156397319269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-priscillakoh.blogspot.com/2010/02/man-falls-in-love-through-his-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17228948459566776289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUjURy1dgwA/TXEh964zA1I/AAAAAAAADBY/iphLyynUKhw/s220/SAM_0512.p.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
