<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469</id><updated>2009-02-21T09:59:03.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful//</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-115090730928125540</id><published>2006-06-22T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:49:01.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; what you see here will only contain links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag me back at xanga thank you.:)&lt;br /&gt;Will not be back for posting. &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/black_daintydoll"&gt;CLICK HERE TO GO BACK TO XANGA.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have loads of fun figuring. HAHA. I know it's that annoying but it's my last resort. Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-115090730928125540?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/115090730928125540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=115090730928125540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/115090730928125540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/115090730928125540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2006/06/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-112048178386120987</id><published>2005-07-04T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:56:23.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of wishlists and bashes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because i am bored, i'm gonna make a wishlist. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;prisca's wishlist&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. blythe doll/purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. jamie cullum cd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. a nice cd? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. a MP3 (a rather good investment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. throw me a surprise dinner with the people i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. a good book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. tote (seriously cos my bags are shits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. crabtree and evelyn (anything you want la, i'm not picky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. funky earrings. HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. above all, all i want is a simple birthday wish from YOUALLKNOWWHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's gonna be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGEEE, BIG, BASH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;of being sixteen and sounding old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-112048178386120987?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/112048178386120987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=112048178386120987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/112048178386120987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/112048178386120987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-wishlists-and-bashes.html' title='of wishlists and bashes.'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-112013782392922880</id><published>2005-06-30T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:23:43.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am bored and there is seriously nothing to do! i won't want to do math, it's UTTERLY BORING SHIATE. and my english file is like bloody missing! OH SHITSHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and yes, i think i'll get slaughtered by mr koh tomorrow. God bless my soul. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AND WHAT'S WITH THE DOGGY PICTURES THESE DAYS? OH CRAP, LOOK, I CAN'T SWIM NOW. FUH-REAKING SHAITE, I'M GONNA HOLLER AND DIE OF SORETHROAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PLEASE KILL ME COS I AM REALLY DYING OF BOREDOM. HURHURHUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-112013782392922880?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/112013782392922880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=112013782392922880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/112013782392922880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/112013782392922880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2005/06/boredom.html' title='BOREDOM'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-111987394558774205</id><published>2005-06-27T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:05:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DONT WANNA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NO, i so hate going overseas now. SHITSHITSHIT, i don't wanna miss this thing, it's means so much to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;GAWDDDDD. but maybe i'll just go BUYBUYBUY and just enjoy the luxurious moment of being on a holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;OHHAMMGEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i soooooo cannot believee it please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;CAN YOU JUST BLEDDDY KILL ME NOW. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-111987394558774205?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/111987394558774205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=111987394558774205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111987394558774205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111987394558774205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-dont-wanna.html' title='I DONT WANNA!'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-111954125653846660</id><published>2005-06-23T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:40:56.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I AM BORED. VERY BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and boredom kills. utterly. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't know what's wrong with everybody, or is it just me? yeah i guess so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MAYBE I JUST CAN'T WAIT for &lt;s&gt;saturday night. &lt;/s&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;am i the happiest girl in the world now? yeah, i guess so. :D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;maybe i should just relax and chill, seriously. i get rather hyped up nowadays, for no rhyme or reason. HAHA, maybe i'm just like that. OOOH, and hiphop class? i don't like the masterclass cos we're gonna have stupid warmups and shitty walkdowns again, i hate it like hell. @!#%$*%&amp;^@!! hahaha. (: anyways, tomorrow's performance, i hope i so don't screw up, i look in front and i look like as if i enjoyed it (even though i so do not), and yes, hope everything goes well for tomorrow (friday, 24thjune) and saturday. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;friday; performance: 2-4pm at PayaLebar Methodist Church, plus five bucks if you want to join the master class and lunch is PROVIDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;saturday; church plaza/tentage at 5.30pm, 5.15pm is the intro/beginner class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;AND I DONT LIKE THE INTRO CLASS COS THEY DIDNT CHEER FOR US, WHAT A BUNCH. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i did cheer for them though they screwed up kayy, see, i'm NICE. (x hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;shit, i just wanna die now cos i look badbad, UGH. and i am so gonna be late if i don't sleep now ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I NEED MY BEAUTAYYE SLEEP, FOR BETTER HYDRATION AND COMPLEXION. -according to sarah sam. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I LOVE MY SWEETLOVE! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ciao, mademoiselles, merci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-111954125653846660?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/111954125653846660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=111954125653846660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111954125653846660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111954125653846660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-111919152404410093</id><published>2005-06-19T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:32:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAK YOU, SHIT.</title><content type='html'>i sometimes wish that i could make dland more like blogger, but in some case, i cant, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like how i wanted some things to be a certain way, it's beyond my control. trying to let go on something so vague would be the easiest, but for myself, it's so hard. i never wanted to annoy myself with such things, never mind what else happens. but i can't seem to ignore them. it's this affairs of the heart that i'm so plagued with, maybe i'll never be able to find the one meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so broken inside.&lt;br /&gt;Lord come fill me now. i really wish for a miracle to happen now- i can't seem to forget &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;.  tell me i never really liked him please. i'm really so upset now i could just fall off the building dead. the whole world wants a piece of him, but no matter what, he'll ne oh-so-out-of-reach from me, prisca.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so damn useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THEY WERE ALL YELLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i didn't see him at all, i wish i didn't take notice of how good he looked. i just wish all this could just come to an end, i just wish everything would just die off, even my feelings for him. am i supposed to wait another ten, twenty years?&lt;br /&gt;forget it, life sucks as it already did.&lt;br /&gt;i'm crying like crazy, but does he bother to open the window and say, are you alright? no. all he wants is just his love. all he wants is just his ego. all he wants is just him, himself and himself. how selfish can he get. DSAKDJKJGWINV;AOKROP303.  if only he took notice of someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISHED THAT I COULD JUST FORGET HIM LIKE I NEVER KNEW HIM.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO HAPPEN? DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN FOR A REASON? DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN LIKE I WANTED IT TO BE? DAMN, I WONDER WHY DID I EVEN HAVE THIS HUGE MAJOR RAVE AND CRAZE ABOUT SUCH A FELLA.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID I EVEN CARE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME A BREAK, @#^&amp;$%*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUT OFF ALL TIES FROM ME.&lt;br /&gt;-PRIS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-111919152404410093?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/111919152404410093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=111919152404410093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111919152404410093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111919152404410093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2005/06/freak-you-shit.html' title='FREAK YOU, SHIT.'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-111918335867678505</id><published>2005-06-19T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T20:15:58.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i miss you like crazy. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Pris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-111918335867678505?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/111918335867678505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=111918335867678505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111918335867678505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111918335867678505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2005/06/miss.html' title='miss.'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-111590489697880883</id><published>2005-05-12T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:34:56.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prisca- BACK IN ACTION?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thus, you find me here again. when it's time to let go, i don't! HOW BAD CAN THIS BE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but obviously, i can't because i feel like some memories stored here can't be erased; it feels like part of me was here, now moved on, but when i think back, it's great, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AH WELLLS. forget it. change this WHOLE thing again. i think i'll leave here as a SHOUTOUT diary, or something i can pen my beautiful but depressing thoughts down, while the other remains as a public one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YESYES.i like pul-chritude. a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i feel like changing it to either-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;x- littledrummergirl-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;x- metamorphosis-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;x- blytheobsessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;x- wordlessinvisiblity--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HOW. too many choices, i'm spoilt for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AHHH, gonna go shop for earrings tomorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I DONT CARE ANYMORE. YAYYY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-111590489697880883?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/111590489697880883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=111590489697880883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111590489697880883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111590489697880883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2005/05/prisca-back-in-action.html' title='prisca- BACK IN ACTION?'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-111542942151044065</id><published>2005-05-07T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T09:30:21.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just about dreams and everything NICE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;beautiful One, i love You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;beautiful One, i adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;beautiful One, my soul must sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my soul, my soul must sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;indeed. my soul must sing, for He is Christ, our Lord and Saviour, the one we should embrace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it's somewhat a amazing to see how fast time flies, and when it really does fly away, you feel guilty and upset you didn't make GOOD use of the time. studying for the exams is like- crazy. i have to put in so much effort- worse still, i have YET to study for anything seriously, YET. so am i guilty of bad time management? YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyhow, i dreamt about michelle and amy while in dreamland. michelle liked this pearl necklace, so i decided that since she liked i might as well just get it for her (and i suppose it was her birthday period or something). so when she went to the dressing room with amy, i took the necklace and all, packaged it and probably paid (i don't remember paying....). amy came out first, i went into hiding before michelle came out. then somehow, michelle went, 'OH MY GOD. please dont tell me you....' and i went, what? then i looked at michelle's top, she was wearing this stupid shirt on top laa. (x  anyhoo, then sabrina came in too? so complicating. then went for payment, it was a long queue. michelle said, 'if you are seriously going to get that for me, i'm gonna.... (shall not list the details cos i think it's a bit too gory for passer-bys, even worse when you are clicking around.)' anyhoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the dream is so retarded. i know! hahaha. but you can't blame me dreaming about such things. LORL. probably because... i owe them something? i don't know. i'm just SOOO happy about next week, THURSDAY. friday my rest, probably out again for breakfast or something?? haha. someone &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me out please. i'm borEd. SUPER BORED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ah wells. perhaps i'm just crapping cos i really don't know what am i supposed to do. my mind's in a big, messed up WHIRL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;damn the WHIRL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;3xoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-111542942151044065?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/111542942151044065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=111542942151044065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111542942151044065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111542942151044065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-about-dreams-and-everything-nice.html' title='just about dreams and everything NICE.'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-111451044624017831</id><published>2005-04-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:14:06.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just me and my serbudes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one hundred and thirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's how many blog entries i have. pretty amazing. i just come online almost everyday and all i do is just do things that i'm not supposed to do. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyhow. perhaps i'll just leave this by it's own. when's it's gonna be deleted, my memories of this will be gone too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love my pul-chritude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but it's all gone with a click on the delete button. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe memories won't hurt so bad when i'm done with life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or when i forget about them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they always say, ignorance is bliss. i agree. it feels so darn hard to put your heart and soul in something you already know won't bear fruit and still do it? maybe that's what's happening to me now. i pretty much hate myself for being so obsessed, but at the other hand, i'm glad i saw such a cool thing. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;see you- my pul-chritude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-111451044624017831?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/111451044624017831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=111451044624017831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111451044624017831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/111451044624017831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-me-and-my-serbudes.html' title='just me and my serbudes.'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-110256733610874215</id><published>2004-12-09T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T12:42:16.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>switched.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey everyone! i switched blog. if you see this, please re-link and put this address:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;http://stripkdteaz-.diaryland.com&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thanks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-110256733610874215?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/110256733610874215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=110256733610874215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/110256733610874215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/110256733610874215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/12/switched.html' title='switched.'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-110196812783827678</id><published>2004-12-02T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T14:15:27.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftytwo.nonsense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#o1. name: prisca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#o2. single or taken: single. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#o3. sex : does my name tell you that i'm male?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#o4. age: shhhhhss..... fifteen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#o5. eye colour: brown. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#o6. hair colour: dark brown and black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+relationships +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#o7. do u have a bf/gf: nope. hey! i told you i was single!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#o8. do u have crush: *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+fashion+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#o9. your favorite place to shop: erm, town? well. chidlom actually. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#1o. your favourite shop: somewhere in thailand. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#11. your favourite brands: erm. i wear anything. doh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#12. your favourite branded brand: er. dior? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#13. have tattoos or piercings: one on each side.(: pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+specifics+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#14. what's your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for more information about job" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: green solid; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=59771jobAA1VDw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: currently studying. but looking for one... anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#15. do u do drugs: no. i wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#16. what shampoo do u use: silkpro. whEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#17. what are u scared of the most: cockroaches, rats, and walking by myself? heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#18. who is the last person that called? daddy. to ask me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#19. the last person who sms'ed you?: eunice chow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+favourites+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#2o. colour: black;red;blue;yellow;pink;orange;brown........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#21. food: tomyum, lemongrasstea? and err... anything with chili written over it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#22. guy's name: how would i know? eemm, maybe something from the bible la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#23. gurl's name: prisca! or maybe liv. heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#24. subjects in school: english and bio! whEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#25. teacher: i don't know. mrs kwok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#26. place: home? no. thailand. or lijiang? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#27. animal: cats. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#28. sports: anything not related to running or basketball.(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#29. drink: lemongrass tea and water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#3o. you wish you could live somewhere: lijiang! or thailand.... nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#31. you think about suicide: nope. i'm living for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#32. you believe in online &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for more information about dating" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: green solid; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=59771datingAA1VDw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; : not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#33. others find you attractive: not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#34. you want more piercings: not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#35. you drink: not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#36. you smoke: not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#37. you do drugs: not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#38. you like cleaning: not. unless i'm really upset!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#39. you like roller coasters: obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#4o. you act loud/quiet in a crowd: loud. no, quiet. no, loud. whatever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#41. ever cried over a girl/boy: i thought so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#42. ever cheated over a boy/girl: not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#43. ever lied to someone and felt guily: sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#44. ever been arrested: not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+number+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#45. of times i have had my heart broken: ......what question is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#46. of hearts i have broken: none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#47. of girls i've slept with: *daengg* never once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#48. of boys i've slept with: repeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#49. of drugs taken illegaly: medicine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#5o. of people i consider my enemies: i shall hate no one........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#51. of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: i wish. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#52. of times you made a fool of yourself in public: it's quite horrible.............. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-110196812783827678?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/110196812783827678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=110196812783827678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dayeight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;five people are off to singapore.... so goodbye to them!! this means more space, more peace and more heaters! actually. it has really been a fruitful trip! (: on the way to the old town...... for more ethnic clothes, more things that we wanted to get, cos we never explored the place! got some stuffs for my friends *hint* and yes, i can finally say that i love lijiang!! can't get to eat the mahla hot pot... but we still had a greaattt time! i never knew that the taxi meters would jump so fast. from six to 6.80, 7.20 then to 9.20! it jumps so quickly can?! we had a bit of entertainment talking to the kids. haha. then before dinner, we walked to this fast food restaurant to see Peli's picture. so funny!! ask yahui to show you... heee. the portion was super large... argh, i don't like the super big portions!! so we had a fellowship time with the sec students... after that we talked about the whole trip after the students left. whEE, so much to talk about! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;daynine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gave the kids the pictures, and the matron and principal sent us off! can't seem to find the person who did the darwing candy in Dali ( a small town adjacent to lijiang and kunming...)! so we had a really bumpy ride, and throughout the trip, we were like praying. so it's really heartening to see how prayer changes the situation. the trip really taught me to have faith in the Lord, and it really taught me the innocence of the kids there. hope to see them next year... (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dayten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wonderful! after a week in lijiang, i've learnt so much! WHEEE. and after we got some stuff in kunming, we're off to bangkok! haha. i love bangkok. shopping.... and i love central chidlom. whEEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;next up, jay chou's concert last friday. it was a hit!! it's really good.... if he ever comes again, i'll get the tickets at all costs okayy! but hor, it's so expensive. tsk. oh wells. lets hope i can get more concerty tickets. yummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-110180828318899771?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/110180828318899771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=110180828318899771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/110180828318899771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/110180828318899771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/11/adventures-of-goer.html' title='adventures of the goer.'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-110180510902036165</id><published>2004-11-30T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T16:58:29.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i am back, from china and thailand. (: i'm so glad i had the oppurtunity to just go and see in the orphanage, to have the exchange with the language school students, as well as the university students. as for my little adventures, i'll try to list them all, sinmce i haven't been able to remember all of them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the adventures of the cheerful goerr;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dayone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i've never taken more than three transiting flights in my life. it was fun, as well as tiring. i had great food. and great wine! teeehee. i've memorised the songs heard in thai airways already. *laughs* okay. so i reached lijiang at about four plus, then to the orphanage! found my sponsored kiddo. whEE. i love the cold weather. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;daytwo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;cooked omelette, then went to black dragon pool, a tourist attraction. bought nice bread-ie stuff, looks interesting... (: and in the park, there's this spring called the pearl spring. and when you scream, bubbles come out! amusing..... so we kept screaming like crazy girls.. tee. bathed...(never bathe in lijiang man, it's horribly cold.) then went to look at the kids... nice! they're all beautiful in God's sight... agreed? i love them! feasting another dinner........ yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;daythree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;old town for lunch, but had an english session witht he p6es in the morning. played our local games like five stones and chaptehh. so cool eh, boys playing such games. haha. so funny. ;D did magic painting and all... and so. tibetan food for lunch at old town, also known as gu cheng. i got lost halfway walking thru the place, and gawd, at least we saw some Singaporeans. i thought about this and concluded something about me getting lost. kay. if you wanna know, text me or something(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;late afternoon or evening time, we played with the rubber band zero points. how lame. )): played with the 5 1/2 year old boy... so wonderful! *oh. and some girls were super free that they created the flo dance. silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dayfour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;painting with p3, music with p6 and 4. before all that had english with the p5. reminds me of typical singaporeans, not enthusiastic in learning. horrible eh! played a bit with the fours, after their lesson we went out to the basketball court to sing the hokey pokey, then played the animal kingdom thingy. yeah. embarassing to see that orange jacket boy to keep doing my action. horrible... and then so happened that after this, everyone kept making fun of me, saying that he has a crush on me. bwahaha. it's stupid. really! so they're like... orange guy orange guy... eeeyyyerrs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;food wise, everyone kept complaining. and i really felt irritated, cos it's like, look at the kids. they don't have such nice and good food, you get what i mean? really emphatise with the kids. sigh-ness. saw the "friendless" girl. so poor thing. well lets continue praying for her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dayfive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;english with the children, and this time, a mixture of kids, mostly upper primary kids. (: had lunch in a traditional Naxi home, and this child is really one poor kid. he had a brain operation to enable him to actually walk properly. so yes, keep him in prayer too. (: then had to have all the orphanage kids in the hall. and did our kiddy songs. haha. was really tired cos the air was pretty thin, and we had to keep jumping. so we thought we could sit, but no. had to continue. wah! tired like don't know what. tskkk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i had the traumatisation period too. hahah. ask me if you wanna. so funny. oh. then the six of us had this sister game or something. funny. then went for english corner... and had a pretty unique situation(as said by yahui.) . we had this santary guy.... so he kinda shot us off cos we were singing "God is our Father." so yeah. for more details, please approach any of the lijiang tripers. (: Peli (our host) is really funny to scold him... haha. she was like telling us and we were laughing. super funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;daysix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;two girls from eng corner came... and they were telling us about the chinese education and we telling them more about our education system. hilarious. (: ashley is nice. cos every night we're sleeping together in the same bedroom and all.. haha. she's funny! quite cold the tap water, cos it's not run on the solar. only the bathrooms? so it was totally cold. can't imagine the kids washing their clothes as we saw them on the first or second night we had a lesson with them (:. ate our favourite dish in lijiang... the fish! super delicious. whhhootttt! can't wait for the mountain............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dayseven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;went to the snow mountain today, and sadly, most of the snow has melted, or maybe the effect of global warming is really hotter than expected. the peak is covered, but the place i was at had very little snow. while at the orphanage, we had to nap, but i stayed up to draw. interestingly, ashley is better. shan't reveal anymore.... ate roast duck, then for the Yunnan Uni exchange! i like. the prof speaking was more on hard sales kinda thing? wah, i sat right in front of him somemore! eeesshh. anyway, he's not aas popualr as us. hahaha. super lame. okay. so i had some students' contact.... so on my way to send them already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;carry on on te next few days later or something.... happy reading! stay tuned! *michelle, if you see this, call me!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-110180510902036165?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/110180510902036165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=110180510902036165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/110180510902036165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/110180510902036165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-back-from-china-and-thailand.html' title=''/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-109955388028594072</id><published>2004-11-04T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T15:38:00.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fill me in. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wheee! i'm back, once more! tee hee. here's a little joke i just saw in a mail. here's it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most of us have now learned to live with voice mail as a necessary&lt;br /&gt;part of our lives. Have you ever wondered what it would be like if&lt;br /&gt;God decided to install voice mail? Imagine praying and hearing the&lt;br /&gt;following: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you for calling heaven.&lt;br /&gt;For English press 1&lt;br /&gt;For Spanish press 2&lt;br /&gt;For all other languages, press 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please select one of the following options:&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 for request&lt;br /&gt;Press 2 for thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Press 3 for complaints&lt;br /&gt;Press 4 for all others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, all our Angels and Saints are busy helping other sinners&lt;br /&gt;right now. However, your prayer is important to us and we will answer&lt;br /&gt;it in the order it was received. Please stay on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to speak to:&lt;br /&gt;God, press 1&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, press 2&lt;br /&gt;Holy spirit, press 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find a loved one that has been assigned to heaven press 5, then&lt;br /&gt;enter his social security # followed by the pound sign. (If you&lt;br /&gt;receive a negative response, please hang up and dial area code 666)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reservations to heaven, please enter JOHN followed by the&lt;br /&gt;numbers, 3 and 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For answers to nagging questions about dinosaurs, life and other&lt;br /&gt;planets, please wait until you arrive in heaven for the specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our computers show that you have already been prayed for today,&lt;br /&gt;please hang up and call again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office is now closed for the weekend to observe a religious&lt;br /&gt;holiday.&lt;br /&gt;If you are calling after office hours and need emergency assistance,&lt;br /&gt;please contact your local pastor.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and have a heavenly day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can never imagine this. haha. but only once when i heard Karene say the voice mail thingy during our CF camp. we were practically laughing in the room. talking about it, the year seems to pass like no one's business. had so much of fun, and now that i realise it, i've wasted it all away, in some way or another. sigh-ness. i'm having so much fun! tomorrow is really gonna be fun at the beach. wheee~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm lost as well. sigh-ness. i hope i get over the _________ matter soon. *tear* i in need of a play station. or a trip to the damned arcade. cos i'm feeling so horrid, i need therapy. immediately. and some __________ are total jerks. hmpphh. enough of crap. just wanna say.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday SARAH!!&lt;/span&gt; may you grow to become a wonderful laydee and be a POWERFUL badminton player! *teehee* love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;____________________&lt;em&gt; fill in the blanks, to whatever you wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-109955388028594072?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/109955388028594072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=109955388028594072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109955388028594072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109955388028594072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/11/fill-me-in.html' title='fill me in. '/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-109903403805205162</id><published>2004-10-29T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T15:13:58.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. prisca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. shu en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. prissy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. it's just everything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. too fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. pimples. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. feet. and hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. why does PMS occur in women only?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. why can't everyone just stay happy together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. God? totally mysterious. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. irritants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. 'kiasu' students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. wireless connecetions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. cockroaches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. lizards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. anything gross. but not, grasshoppers! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. can list more? hello???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE person/or set of PEOPLE YOU SPEND THE MOST TIME WITH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. friends (: esp. chelle and gang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. family &lt;em&gt;lorr&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T DO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. stand too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. touch my nose with my tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. lose weight for nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. pilates! haha. i'm kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. journalling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. having some chat times with my dars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT REALLY BAD RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. palm top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. digital camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(anyone interested to buy any of 'em for christmas pressie?? (:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. nurse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. singer? haha. in the bathroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. some other job which i don't have in mind............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WOULD GO ON VACATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Maldives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE THINGS/PEOPLE YOU WANT OUT OF YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. the ________________ thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. boredom. *any remedies to cure it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. fats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE PEOPLE YOU WOULD WANT LEFT IN YOUR LIFE IF YOU WERE TO LOSE EVERYONE ELSE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. chelle. to entertain me? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. maybe.... anas? cheese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. visit the maldives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. go forth, speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. give money to the penniless overseas. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-109903403805205162?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/109903403805205162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=109903403805205162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109903403805205162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109903403805205162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/10/three-names-you-go-by-1.html' title=''/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-109903300075011859</id><published>2004-10-29T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T14:56:40.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord i offer my life. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord i offer my life to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I've been through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use it for Your Glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Lord i offer my days to You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lifting my praise to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a pleasing sacrifice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord i offer You my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;when i sung this yesterday afternoon, whenever i sung this, i never meant it. but now, i mean what i sing. i want to commit my whole life into His hands, whether i like it or not, whether i am called to go for whichever things, i leave it to Him. i never believed that He has plans for me. but now i do. i never would allow Him or anyone to interfere in whatever i do. but now, i want lots of interference, though sometimes, it's not that important. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;if life was a bed of roses, why is there pain and suffering? would there be problems and conflicts if life was just peaceful? even if you were to say, my life is going on darn smoothly for you, i think there's something possibly wrong. cos God allows these problems to mould you and setbacks, are the thinngs that God most probably wants to aid in your growth, as well as to pick yourself and become stronger in due course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yesterday, i learnt one thing; the lesson was about what kind of christian are you. and the parable of the sower. both are really, relevant, but i have no idea how to approach the situations. sigh-ness. hope i can do better for the 'exam' the Lord has wanted me to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;funfair! saturday, 30th october. gonna be fun. like totally. i love 3/7's disco. sigh-ness. hope i can leave early for church. sadness thrills my mind now. heh. what am a talking? contradicting. as always. tooodles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want ________________! NOW! (: cheerioes.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-109903300075011859?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/109903300075011859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=109903300075011859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109903300075011859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109903300075011859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/10/lord-i-offer-my-life.html' title='Lord i offer my life. '/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-109880146385115723</id><published>2004-10-26T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:37:43.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come to the Father.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come to the Father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though your gift is small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken hearts, broken lives,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will take them all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The power of the Word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the power of His blood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything was done, so you would come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;today's e-life was really stressful. but i'm glad for the sec threes, i didn't really freak out. the lower sec time was a bit better. we jumped, and tried to make the team have more enthusiasm and conviction. yeah. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hope everything would go well. read amy's blog. [it's in the links, go look for it yourself.] somehow, that feeling of God's with me is back. hmm, and as i walked back from the carpark just now, i just thought, maybe pleasing others was more important, but no, pleasing God is. the thing about school trying to raise funds for some other reason and not putting God first isn't right. i really thank God for mrs lee, cos she did put God first and in whatever she did, all she wanted was to please God, not talk about some other things like SI and the fair. yeah, it's important, but who gave you life, who gave you riches, and who blessed you when you asked for it? God. not some person in the world, but it is the almighty one. it's not like as if the school is poor. you could at least take your time, step by step. but really, i guess, putting God first is actually a bigger priority, then next, honouring your parents, as Joanne shared her testimony this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;as i go for a mission trip, may i be blessed by the things i do, that the toilets would be just another toilet i see, like China is my own place, and that the things i do would GLORIFY GOD'S NAME. it's not an easy task for me cos of my daily whinings, but i assure myself, that i would change myself, being how i've always wanted to be, a stronger, gentler, but a godly woman after His heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love, prisca.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-109880146385115723?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/109880146385115723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=109880146385115723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109880146385115723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109880146385115723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/10/come-to-father.html' title='come to the Father.'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-109843972973048120</id><published>2004-10-22T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T18:08:49.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more toyss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm complaining too much! urks. i can't stand my complains, a lot. and i think none of my friends can take it too. whatever. i so like ______________. ha! it's an object. not person. if you are deciding to guess. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;today was fun. kept making fun of eunice's sudden fits of her hand. michelle and her deficient thingy. and pam's 'spoil school tarnish' speech. then went for different workshops. and i enjoyed the biotech part the most. i mean, the lady working in the diagnostic lab is really interesting, and yes, the tim person who works in the research lab is kinda... funny and nice. the IT people were sup sup B O R I N G can. it's totally nothing. and according to eunice, that guy is acting cocky. whatever it is, i liked the DISC personality test thing. i'm an 'S'! that means i'm like super steady de! haha. i like. can be like a nurse! and i can just stick to my career choice. :D and that's really WONDERFUL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;deedee didn't come today. and i want the hello kitty toys from macs, the shark tale stuff from burger king. now i wonder, since when did i want all these toys? haha. i like the mystery toy i got from action city. and the lucky disney thingy from there too. i think i would have a cupboard full of such stuff!!! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;need to look for a towning company. no one is free, are they? tag me if you see this... thanks. feel free to text, if you wanna. love you darrlinggs. *muax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blessed be Your name in all the earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-109843972973048120?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/109843972973048120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=109843972973048120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109843972973048120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109843972973048120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-toyss.html' title='more toyss!'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-109843011172194631</id><published>2004-10-22T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T15:28:31.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the morest of me! haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT IS THE MEANING OF YOUR NAME? prisca means honourable life. i think. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LiKE DOING WHEN YOU`RE DEPRESSED? just er, talk? then cry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU NERVOUS? being on stage with thousands looking at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT'S THE ONE THING THAT IS LACKING IN YOUR LIFE? i don't know. more threapies and friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MIDNIGHT SNACK? chips. they're the best. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF HOMOSEXUAL MARRIAGES? nah uh!! not good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT'S ONE THING YOU LOVE? friends. hmm, but shouldn't i love God more? tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MOST MEANINGFUL THING SAID TO YOU? can't remember. but being praised is GOOD STUFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LONGEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for more information about car" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: green solid; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=59771carsAA1VDw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;/BUS RIDE YOU'VE TAKEN? to penang orhh. but shoikk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for more information about gift" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: green solid; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=59771giftsAA1VDw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GIFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; YOU HAVE EVER RECEIVED? the gift of friendship. niceee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SHOW(S) THAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? hmm. the stupidest shows in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NICEST THING YOU HAVE EVER DONE? getting something my friend wanted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOOK AROUND. WHAT CAUGHT YOUR EYE? that Hillsongs dvd. not! my messy room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YOUR WISH WHEN YOU LAST BLEW A BIRTHDAY CANDLE? hmm, i haven't had one in two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CLOSE YOUR EYES FOR A FEW SECONDS,WHAT DO YOU SEE? nothing. just... dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DO YOU LIKE BUYING BRANDED CLOTHES? if i had the money. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DO YOU KNOW YOUR BEST FRIEND'S FRIENDSTER PASSWORD? need to know meh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER LITERALLY BEEN A SHOULDER TO CRY ON? not really. i've let a person cry. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER INTENTIONALLY IGNORED SOMEONE? FOR HOW LONG? did i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER WENT ON A ROMANTIC DATE? with me, myself and i? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER RECEIVED A LOVE LETTER? nope. i wish i could!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IF YOU COULD SPEND A WEEK ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO? maldives. and spain. and australia. and bangkok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IF YOU WROTE A BOOK, WHAT WOULD IT BE ABOUT? nothing. i can't write a book for nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PAST? fun i guess. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HOW DID YOU SPEND YESTERDAY? went to school. then took back more papers. and then came home, went online, dinner. then teeveee. heh. sup routine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-109843011172194631?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/109843011172194631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=109843011172194631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109843011172194631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109843011172194631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/10/morest-of-me-haha.html' title='the morest of me! haha.'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-109835488358276785</id><published>2004-10-21T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:34:43.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be MAGNIFIED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;be magnified oh Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You are highly exalted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and there is nothing You can't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh Lord my eyes are on You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;be magnified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh Lord be magnified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i think i haven't been been regular in my walk with God. and that's really bad!!! heh. i haven't updated much.. heee. sorry. hmm, today is quite a meaningful day, with laughters and enjoyment! ha. stephanie was like, moses lim &lt;em&gt;ARE&lt;/em&gt; tan ah teck!!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;ha. didn't know there were so many tan ah tecks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;what else... i've got kinda cool grades for exams... but not as i expected. i've got really below average marks for social studies! horrible. i don't like it can. on another note, i've been really tired these days, maybe due to some stuff. preparation for e-life is really... tiring. i keep singing every week, sometimes up to three times a week, just to prepare. tsk. when this ends, i wonder if i can still have my voice! haha. ah wells. maybe i would just need more sleep. ha. i love being in my &lt;s&gt;slumber&lt;/s&gt;. hmm, i like towning now. and i need it, in some way. movies, anyone? going alone is so &lt;em&gt;bleddy&lt;/em&gt; loner. eunice and i were reading the last page of the eight days magazine, and we saw the word, yes, &lt;em&gt;bleddy!&lt;/em&gt; it's stupid i know, but this is totally hilarious. hmm, good old laughing days back once more i guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH MORE SWIMMING SHOWS!!! i don't know why. i like swimming shows nowadays. heh. i'm &lt;s&gt;weird!&lt;/s&gt; whatever la. getting frustrated with chemistry and i totally am glad bio pulled me up. and art, i totally have no idea. she lost my work, she didn't allow me to find, i hope i'll work harder for next year. just hope i get my top ten, then get my job, then fly to china and bangkok, then do therapy, then try working again. goodbye to headstart, hello to trip. wanna go for headstart, but whatever. neck hurts a hella lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;farewell, till i get the report book back.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-109835488358276785?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/109835488358276785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=109835488358276785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109835488358276785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109835488358276785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/10/be-magnified.html' title='be MAGNIFIED!'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-109811505658006848</id><published>2004-10-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T23:57:36.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate myself. if that's possible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;somehow, i need to swear. i just don't know why, but i need to. it's twelve. eee yer. i've got so much to do. i hate the life i'm living. i hate everything about me. toodles for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-109811505658006848?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/109811505658006848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=109811505658006848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109811505658006848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109811505658006848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-hate-myself-if-thats-possible.html' title='i hate myself. if that&apos;s possible.'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-109785788769481634</id><published>2004-10-16T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T00:31:27.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mental patient in process.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;suddenly, it's all coming back to me. the material world, the negativeness of the world, the perfectness Man always wants. was talking to amy about some stuff just now. and somehow, words are not able to describe the inferiority i'm feeling; the amount of pain i need to feel. however, there's someone up there who we all know can understand all things. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i needed to cry, sob and wail really badly and already did. perhaps i put too much pressure on myself to impress others. i realised, all these while that i'm happy, i'm actually not. whatever. no one actually bothers coming here, neither do they bother knowing their friends better. i do. but i wonder if time permits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sunday is jacq's b'dae! got her pressie just now, and it's really funny. yup. and sweet and nice smelling too. wheee~. think jacq is funny. i mean, how often do you have fun with a absolutely funny girl while you're towning? haha. she's a darling. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;miss everything i did today. i miss ____________. i miss the confused days i once had. i need to be mental. now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;mental scrizphopenic&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-109785788769481634?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/109785788769481634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=109785788769481634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109785788769481634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109785788769481634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/10/mental-patient-in-process.html' title='mental patient in process.'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-109773874478900193</id><published>2004-10-14T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T15:25:44.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>materialistically hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wheee! tomorrow's friday and the last day of the exams! lalala. it's so exciting. i can't wait for biology to be over, then i can go towning... mm hmm. and i'm hopelessly broke. eeesshhh. i'm materialistically hopeless and helpless now. and that's really sad cos i need to satisfy my shopping mood. for now. argh. i neeedd eeeeeetttt nooww! ew. prolonging mky words are kinda weird. ;P whatever. miss watching tv for the week wheeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;toodles, till exams end.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;prisscy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-109773874478900193?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/109773874478900193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=109773874478900193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109773874478900193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109773874478900193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/10/materialistically-hopeless.html' title='materialistically hopeless'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171469.post-109756593485489510</id><published>2004-10-12T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:26:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder, wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wonder if i did something wrong. i can never seem to please anyone. somehow, i see life not fulfilling it's purpose in my life, and everything not being fair to me, being wrongly accused for something i never did or said. goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7171469-109756593485489510?l=thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/feeds/109756593485489510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171469&amp;postID=109756593485489510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109756593485489510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171469/posts/default/109756593485489510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesongofthelastparty.blogspot.com/2004/10/wonder-wonder.html' title='wonder, wonder.'/><author><name>prisca.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155644821313910954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00901009415203205038'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>