<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:55:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prince's Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113931597094498487</id><published>2006-02-07T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:39:30.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal MOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moved to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://charkla.diary-x.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://charkla.diary-x.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's final. So update your links dudes/dudettes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113931597094498487?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113931597094498487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113931597094498487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/royal-move_07.html' title='Royal MOVE!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113887295698151382</id><published>2006-02-02T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:37:57.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craig David - Don't Love You No More.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the days that I’ve known you baby&lt;br /&gt;I can’t figure out the reason why lately&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been acting so cold (didn’t you say)&lt;br /&gt;If there’s a problem we should work it out&lt;br /&gt;So why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;br /&gt;like you don’t want to talk to me girl (tell me)&lt;br /&gt;okay I know I got pissed off again&lt;br /&gt;I made you mad and said the wrong things&lt;br /&gt;but why you making this thing drag on so long (I wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick and tired of this silly game&lt;br /&gt;don’t think that I’m the only one here to blame&lt;br /&gt;it’s not me who’s been going round ignoring calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when you sms-ed and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s not too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't make this time really goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please don't go and say&lt;br /&gt;"I just don’t love you no more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I’ve made a few mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but never thought things would turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t make sense to me now that you’re gone (I see it all so clearly)&lt;br /&gt;me at the door with you in a state&lt;br /&gt;giving my reasons but as you look away&lt;br /&gt;I can see a tear roll down your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;Those simple words hit so hard&lt;br /&gt;they turned my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;girl you caught me completely off guard&lt;br /&gt;at the time you said to me&lt;br /&gt;"I just don’t love you no more"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113887295698151382?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113887295698151382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113887295698151382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/craig-david-dont-love-you-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113887179534409981</id><published>2006-02-02T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:16:35.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Closure.</title><content type='html'>I'm moving from this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much invested emotions here, I really can't handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post my new avenue for writings in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings for you are still fresh.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing has/will change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear from me soon, people. Chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113887179534409981?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113887179534409981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113887179534409981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/royal-closure.html' title='Royal Closure.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113884253048138399</id><published>2006-02-02T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T09:08:50.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Closing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;/strong&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;Did closing for Cocoon yesterday. Quite sastified with earning my own keep, even though it was a measly amount. Worked only from 6pm til 10.. all alone. Bah, not goin into the specifics on why I did not ask people down... it's just f*cked up. Trying to scrimp and save to go to KL, which by the look of things, might end up compromised; like all the usual plans. So I seriously am not looking forward to any bloody fun now. (unless I have the tickets in hand ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113884253048138399?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113884253048138399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113884253048138399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/royal-closing.html' title='Royal Closing.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113877752300999013</id><published>2006-02-01T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T15:05:23.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Ends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love, 24 hours at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't look too far into the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We all know shit happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just don't know when it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who's to say how my wedding will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or where it would be held?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The palm trees by the coastline,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quaint silk decor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mere illusions, nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To promise forever, thats the job of prophets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I only have here and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My love, 24 hours at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113877752300999013?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113877752300999013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113877752300999013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/royal-ends.html' title='Royal Ends.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113867861815137237</id><published>2006-01-31T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T11:36:58.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Dong-Dong Qiang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dong Dong Qiang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This year's Chinese New Year has been rather exciting! Firstly, the reunion dinner at Swissotel was a brand new experience. Mum got tired of sloggin over the stove, so we made reservations for mum, aunt, cousin, monster and me. Sounds awesome doesn't 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;Imagine international buffet, chic hotel, top-rated customer service and can I stress buffet again?.. Then I forgot.. I'm in Singapore. You know.. &lt;em&gt;Singaporeans&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;KIASU-ISM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was a horrible time trying to queue for food when aunties were pressing their plates against your back; inching you to move on; WHEN the person in-front of you was taking his sweet-uncle time to choose which chicken bits he wanted or not. Very pissed. Not to mentioned the confined buffet area which was impossible to house the hundred odd diners. I have no tolerance for Singaporean behaviour. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BLEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113867861815137237?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113867861815137237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113867861815137237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/01/royal-dong-dong-qiang.html' title='Royal Dong-Dong Qiang!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113815498401845879</id><published>2006-01-25T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:09:44.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Let-Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING : This entry has nothing within to warrant a smile to anyone. It has been written on the spur of the moment and all offensive materials will be not accounted for. Why? Cos you read it at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I find myself sad. But I can be sadder. Why does everything to be one huge disappointment? Has it been self-inflicted? When you expect a lot.. does the disappointment come harder? I appreciate effort, even a slight hint of its existence is good. But when somehow, it seems none has been shown, or worst, decisions made just because "i don't feel like it"... I hate it A LOT. Aha! Then again, who cares? No. I cannot go on thinking someone cares. No one cares about me more than myself. No one can take my shit more than myself. I know I'm happy. But I can be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113815498401845879?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113815498401845879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113815498401845879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/01/royal-let-down.html' title='Royal Let-Down.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113811564006624397</id><published>2006-01-24T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:16:59.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Geisha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch it. Even if you have to pay an arm and leg for it. This movie is a theatrically awesome, if there's even such a term, heh. Simply put, the cinematography of this movie is brilliant! Character development was not complicated and I could esthablish a connection with Momo (Gong Li) in the show.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me think she's HOT&lt;/span&gt;. Even hotter than Sayuri (Zhang Zi Yi), I conclude.&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I give it a generous 9/10 for it! Especially since it has humor/romance/violence all rolled into a perfect 2 hours, plus minus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic1100.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113811564006624397?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113811564006624397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113811564006624397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/01/royal-geisha.html' title='Royal Geisha'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113689858929646610</id><published>2006-01-10T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:09:49.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, not that anyone cares. (&lt;em&gt;But they should, cos I'm important dammit&lt;/em&gt;.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ashbaby and I are, for a fact, very &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;much together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes yes, there were a few arguments, but we are together. Everything's fine now, pheww. However, the arguments has caused the lack of photos for Christmas and New Year's Eve. BUT. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;We took this photo at her friend's 21st birthday chalet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I think it's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So tada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/ashandme.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for my 3rd proper post of 2006!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Now be nice and tag dammit! =D&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113689858929646610?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113689858929646610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113689858929646610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/01/royal-chalet.html' title='Royal Chalet'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113629208739269152</id><published>2006-01-03T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:43:33.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aerosmith- I Don't Want to Miss A Thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;While you're far away and dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cause I'd miss you babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cause even when I dream of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The sweetest dream would never do,I'd still miss you babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And then I kiss your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And thank God we're together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I just wanna stay with you in this moment forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss one smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I just wanna be with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Right here with you, just like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well I just wanna hold you close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And feel your heart so close to mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And just stay here in this moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For someone who looks like him... he sure knows how to write a beautiful love song. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; steven tyler and his daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/steventyler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113629208739269152?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113629208739269152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113629208739269152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/01/aerosmith-i-dont-want-to-miss-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113612289351989150</id><published>2006-01-01T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:43:53.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal BAN ON AEROSOL SPRAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://new.petitiononline.com/aerosol/petition.html"&gt;http://new.petitiononline.com/aerosol/petition.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is the link to an online petition for the banning of aerosol sprays. It has been noted that these products have been used by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some men to take advantage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of Singaporean girls&lt;/span&gt; who want to have fun during festive seasons; which we really should not ignore as a problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your special someone has been hurt in the past, would'nt you sign it too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113612289351989150?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113612289351989150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113612289351989150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/01/royal-ban-on-aerosol-sprays.html' title='Royal BAN ON AEROSOL SPRAYS'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113610157949814701</id><published>2006-01-01T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T15:46:19.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;YAY! It's 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know it's the new year when you require at least 2 weeks before you can write "2006" with alteration on application forms/foolscap. That's probably the only difference in a new year because everything else is the same. Same people you know. Relationship problems don't just erase themselves just because "it's a new year". Then again, the fact that there's another 365 days to fix it, I'm sure there will be a resolution somewhere for everyone of us. We just have to work at it; even if it means giving it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Spent New Year's Eve at church. Well... at least til 10pm. Then after much and I really mean MUCH deliberation, decided to go to Xie Jun and Pauline's party at Far East Square. I remember last year's party was at Harbourfront and a cosy pub. But this year... ohhh myy! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fluid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bar and Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;. Freaking happening can? There was a dance floor! That's enough to warrant a huge grin =D  Party go-ers there were bopping to the music too~! Perfection. I always believe that a party should be about dancing; sitting and sipping all night just isn't my style please! Dancing allows you to go crazy without looking crazy cos everyone else is doing it. Awesome two hour long solid dancing! The DJ killed the beat with some alternative tracks la.. Eeyur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Janet and a few friends wanted to head down to Ministry of Sound.. but upon arriving, the queue and the cover charge was a huge turn-off. Got to see many many Lambos and Ferraris at the private carpark though. MoS looks kinda happening from reports and external experience.. Would definitely want to go there someday &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ahem*ashley*ahem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4am. Home. Concussed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Good enough of a New Year. /nods profusely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113610157949814701?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113610157949814701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113610157949814701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/01/royal-new-year.html' title='Royal New Year.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113587380833794788</id><published>2005-12-30T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:30:08.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Bummer.</title><content type='html'>Pop goes the bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, studied in school today. I'd say it was fruitful. Met a new buddy, name's John. If I'd describe him in three words it would be "Full of crap". Then again, it's awesome. We understand each other's jokes. We both can handle racism yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's not feeling well. And fell asleep. Thank goodness I found out she's asleep. Or else my whole night I'll be sitting here waiting like a dumbarse. So goodnight to you! Hope ya feel better tommorrow! I'm sure you will! There's nothing sleep can't cure... maybe besides an overdose of sleep.. mmmm... whatevers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113587380833794788?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113587380833794788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113587380833794788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-bummer.html' title='Royal Bummer.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113569544359571784</id><published>2005-12-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:57:23.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Someone</title><content type='html'>I can't keep it down. I'm seeing&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; someone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've developed a crowd phobia ever since this Christmas. The multitude in Orchard is really sianz-fying. Imagine having to shove and push around under our tropical weather. Blehs. Utterly disgusted. So for all those going to town to count-down to the new year, HAVEFUN! Enjoy being squirted by "foreign talents" and yourself or your girl five-fingered all over! Take heed and avoid la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Narnia with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't too horrible a movie la. It's like a &lt;em&gt;cha pa lang&lt;/em&gt; of many movies into one. Don't you agree? Can you not see the resemblence of "Series of Unfortunate Events", "Lion King", "Lord of the Rings" and "Harry Potter" in Narnia? But still... it was enjoyable.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Someone&lt;/span&gt; cried when Aslan sacrificed himself. I wonder why people can be emotionally touched when a talking lion dies for another person... but when they hear of Jesus coming from Heaven to be tortured and hung on the cross, they can be so indifferent..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113569544359571784?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113569544359571784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113569544359571784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-someone.html' title='Royal Someone'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113552403575048922</id><published>2005-12-25T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:20:35.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Bubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm in a happy bubble now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt take much to put me in this mood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113552403575048922?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113552403575048922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113552403575048922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-bubble.html' title='Royal Bubble'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113541368952737625</id><published>2005-12-24T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T16:41:29.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Gaze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the blankness of your gaze. -charles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a month ago&lt;br /&gt;we got together for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;it was pure euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;never felt so much fire,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps never will ever.&lt;br /&gt;you took my life by storm.&lt;br /&gt;became my centre piece.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'd see the blankness of your gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the embraces.&lt;br /&gt;the tightly sealed kisses.&lt;br /&gt;don't forget the words i said,&lt;br /&gt;that evening at somerset.&lt;br /&gt;i did not mean to lie.&lt;br /&gt;to let you go. i did try.&lt;br /&gt;i failed horribly at that.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'd see the blankness of your gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i call.&lt;br /&gt;once. and twice.&lt;br /&gt;thrice to hear the dial tone.&lt;br /&gt;you will grow tired of my incesssent whines.&lt;br /&gt;i know that because i've been abandoned&lt;br /&gt;wish it was that easy to put up a front.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps i just "don't want".&lt;br /&gt;i now see the blankness of your gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if you were the one.&lt;br /&gt;words in lines don't mean nothing.&lt;br /&gt;if i stood, if i sat.&lt;br /&gt;if i took the next step...&lt;br /&gt;i would be thinking of you and your warm hugs.&lt;br /&gt;it would remind me of suntec.&lt;br /&gt;stupid that it's become this.&lt;br /&gt;i only see the blankness of your gaze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113541368952737625?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113541368952737625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113541368952737625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-gaze.html' title='Royal Gaze.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113540418206451499</id><published>2005-12-24T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T14:03:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Christmas Eve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But who knows? They're all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113540418206451499?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113540418206451499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113540418206451499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-christmas-eve.html' title='Royal Christmas Eve.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113526664659398950</id><published>2005-12-22T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:59:50.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Addict</title><content type='html'>My imitation of &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;postsecret.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/addiction.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/stareatyou.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I can sit here all day, staring at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113526664659398950?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113526664659398950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113526664659398950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-addict.html' title='Royal Addict'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113522038490551529</id><published>2005-12-22T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:59:44.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Someday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Someday we'll know - New Radicals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 miles outside Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop driving&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;So many questions&lt;br /&gt;I need an answer&lt;br /&gt;Two years later you're still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart&lt;br /&gt;Who holds the stars up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Is true love just once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Did the captain of the Titanic cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why the sky is blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why I wasn't meant for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know the way to Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;Or what the wind says when she cries&lt;br /&gt;I'm speeding by the place that I met you&lt;br /&gt;For the 97th time..... tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;(yeah yeah yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;Why Samson loved Delilah&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday you'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That I was the one for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;I watched the stars crash in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I could ask God just one question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why aren't you here with me....tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113522038490551529?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113522038490551529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113522038490551529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-someday.html' title='Royal Someday.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113518451532864843</id><published>2005-12-22T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:01:55.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Kiss and Tell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me why we intertwined our fingers even though we're just friends? We're so bloody meant for each other despite our differences! Don't try to explain why you can't express your love. Just love for the moment, Ashley. Allow me to be your special someone, it means so much yet nothing at the same time, but it is sufficient to keep me smiling. Are you worth it all?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;For sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Without a doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113518451532864843?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113518451532864843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113518451532864843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-kiss-and-tell.html' title='Royal Kiss and Tell.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113518425716615539</id><published>2005-12-22T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:57:37.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WROTE A BLOODY POST BUT IT GOT WIPED BY BLOGGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million you twat of a Internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113518425716615539?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113518425716615539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113518425716615539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/wrote-bloody-post-but-it-got-wiped-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113489072038607259</id><published>2005-12-18T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T15:25:20.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Hungup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy post!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for the past few post with Ashbaby, it's all smiles and sweet nothings huh? I guess it's about time it all changed. Encountering bumps in the relationship as soon as we hit the first month. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate bumps&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By theory, no one would care if I blogged and whined.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too darn tired of rules now. I'm waiting for her call.. cos I admit, I screwed up bad last night, pissed her off and... yea, reaping the harvest of my transgression. Immatured mindset, seriously, I have enough of myself. I think life has been a great joke to me thus far.. I've never really worked hard for anything and as each of my dreams get snuffed out, I just watch as new hopes whizz pass me. I'm not an achiever. Unlike her.. I've not been exposed to the grown up world.. and thus... we think differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Which is good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I hold her back. I'm like an anchor that disapproves of her voyage into the great unknown. Funny how I realise it, but make no progress in letting go. In the process, I invoke negative thoughts and that leads to uttering the wrong words. Why can I admit my flaws.. yet do nothing to change them? Is it because I'm human; weak and useless by my own strength? I need divine intervention to enlighten me? God? Perhaps backslidding so long has made me... invisible on His radar.. Has He forsaken me to struggle on my own, so that I realise failure is all that awaits when I walk this life alone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relationships are pure extremes. Either pure euphoria or pure agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113489072038607259?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113489072038607259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113489072038607259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-hungup.html' title='Royal Hungup.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113483189574768130</id><published>2005-12-17T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:04:55.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Month.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time.. Nothing much really to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workplace romance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was helping out at Cocoon with Ashbaby on the 16th. Free labour and all, but we had loads of fun! Played many rounds of Uno with this primary 4 kiddo.. she's VERY talkative but interesting at the same time. However, we all agree she has too strong a character for society... but she'll learn it on her own, through some way... that's how we all learn don't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113483189574768130?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113483189574768130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113483189574768130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-month.html' title='Royal Month.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113430584367912225</id><published>2005-12-11T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:57:23.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Unification.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing's been up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Except the birth of a newborn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Wha?! So quick?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If that's what you're thinking then check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nosweeterstory.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113430584367912225?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113430584367912225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113430584367912225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-unification.html' title='Royal Unification.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113396318511741588</id><published>2005-12-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T00:56:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Zathura.</title><content type='html'>Zathura sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like Jumanji-in-outer-space movie. Firstly, the game's plot revolving around a board game ... well.. kinda got me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; bored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Pun intended. The script was so cliche! And although it was under the fantasy genre, the plot really got out of point too. I hate movies where elements just anyhow don't make sense, directors have the responsibility to make sure audiences understand the basic background before confusin us with nonsensical computer generated crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Should have watched Saw 2 instead. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooos. Met Ashbaby for the first time since she's been back from Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up a prize from the Greenwave event at Goodwood Park in the morning. The prize was presented by Dr Vivian Balakrishnan himself, ooo. He's quite a awe-inspiring speaker. He gives me hope in the future of Singapore's government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbed my calamari craving at FarEast Plaza! I nearly gave up hope on ever eating GOOD CALAMARI after Constant Cravings closed down. But "British Chippy" at Level One makes relatively sastifying deep fried squid too =) 4.15 for 18 pieces. GO AND GET YOUR'S!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113396318511741588?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113396318511741588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113396318511741588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-zathura.html' title='Royal Zathura.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113370104554538553</id><published>2005-12-04T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:57:25.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal You. Only You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/collagela.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113370104554538553?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113370104554538553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113370104554538553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-you-only-you.html' title='Royal You. Only You.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113361773559681761</id><published>2005-12-03T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:48:56.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Sensation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna lose my sense of touch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos then I can't feel my fingers through your hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont' wanna lose my sense of sight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos then I can't behold your face in the morn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna lose my sense of taste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos then I can't enjoy your bubblegum tongue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna lose my sense of smell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos then I can't bask in your DKNY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wana lose my sense of hearing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos then I can't smile when you call me "dear".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna lose you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos then my senses would make no sense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashbaby's been gone for more than 24 hours. Hong Kong seems so far away but in fact, they have the exact timezone as us. Wierd. Thank God she has access to a phone, albeit her sister's. I'm fighting the temptation to flood the inbox with nonsensical messages... Just 2 more days. i'll survive.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113361773559681761?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113361773559681761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113361773559681761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-sensation.html' title='Royal Sensation.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113345558977399807</id><published>2005-12-02T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:46:35.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Farewell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My baby's gonna be gone for 4 days 3 nights.&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;Stolen by the dim sums and shopping of Hong Kong!&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;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How dare they!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT MY &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ASHLEY&lt;/span&gt; BACK AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic1017edited.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113345558977399807?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113345558977399807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113345558977399807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/royal-farewell.html' title='Royal Farewell.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113327796461855647</id><published>2005-11-29T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:40:05.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Pastamaniacs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE ARE BACK TOGETHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the rollercoasting status. After 1 day of being apart, of advice seeking, of "Here By Me", of soul searching.. We're back at it again. There's so much "friends" can't do. Clean your filthy minds and no, I don't mean "that"... Friends don't share the physical bond that goes beyond words.. It's complex, just go think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made cheesecake last night, without Ashbaby knowing.. then brought it to her this morning. Had to get moving early before the heat of day melts my cheesecake of love. Surprised her with a call summoning her down to meet me, at her bus-stop... Ashbaby counter surprised by taking 1 hour to wash up just to come down. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span color="#339999"&gt;Easy and fun to make! We added beef balls into the mix and it turned out quite good a substitution for Swedish meatballs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYHOOS! :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At Ikea. Only thing cuter than the monster is her. OKAY!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic996.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le Pasta of Ashbaby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic1007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Ashbaby does not condone the killing of cattle for food!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic1008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) "Cos they're so freaking cute!" she says.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic1009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) "Then again... anything cute that stands in my way becomes..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic1006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113327796461855647?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113327796461855647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113327796461855647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-pastamaniacs.html' title='Royal Pastamaniacs.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113311508993365680</id><published>2005-11-28T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T02:11:33.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Spree.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm on spree. An outburst of energy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not just gonna let someone go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Just cos she said so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;It's about time to test the limits,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Being apart might just do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I trust ya with all my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;So go ahead and adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Clubs ,  bikinis and boy pals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I promise not to give ya a session of "question and answer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I questioned you. I questioned us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I question me. I lost your trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;This time apart might mend or break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;As you enjoy, don't forget what's at stake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;As the Korean dramas still go on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I wouldnt be expecting anymore calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;But use me as your last resort,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I'll still be here to break your falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113311508993365680?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113311508993365680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113311508993365680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-spree.html' title='Royal Spree.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113311225241995738</id><published>2005-11-28T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:26:54.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Clear Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So we decided to take a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAKE A BREAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not simply&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; br ea  k&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley thinks we're bullet-training too fast towards the future. So yesh, we're now back to friends. I'm not changing the link or my Friendster status, cos face it guys... It's not OVER. I remember a once tantalising Christina Aguilera singing "If it's your's it'll come back to you.." Apply this now and leave it to God. Leave it all to Him who made it happen from the very beginning. This entire event has been wonderful. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You've been wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113311225241995738?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113311225241995738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113311225241995738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-clear-up.html' title='Royal Clear Up.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113311077721907038</id><published>2005-11-28T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:59:37.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Dead Line.</title><content type='html'>So the story went ,&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; 10 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113311077721907038?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113311077721907038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113311077721907038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-dead-line.html' title='Royal Dead Line.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113283381519326361</id><published>2005-11-24T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:07:23.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Growing Up.</title><content type='html'>Decided against initial disbeliefs and applied to sign-on under the Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent plight of financial crisis in the family. I guess it's not an option to run around, spending months job-less after National Service. It's do or die for me. Seriously, though, I understand that everything happens for a reason. If this is the way God wants me to suddenly mature up, I guess it's no point being whiny and being pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, under such series of unfortunate events, I can feel myself growing up.. the glitter and appeal of games and fun are suddenly becoming dimmer. Unlike the vice-like grip World of Warcraft used to have on me... I begin to feel a sort of release.. who knows? I might even drop the game soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been really moody in school these past days,with the future being excitingly scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Through all these, I count my biggest blessing in finding the one person who places her love in me. I can say that what I'm about to embark on is partly because of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. because of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; future. Know what will totally suck? ; If she came back next November and find that I am assigned to sail to somewhere for months... It horrifies me, deeply.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Will you still be around Aiway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whatever comes, I pray that I'll be given strength to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking forward to the Bangkok trip next year though.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna come? Apply with a tag or sms to me =)&lt;br /&gt;Currently looking at 10th - 14th Feb. (Friday to Tuesday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113283381519326361?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113283381519326361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113283381519326361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-growing-up.html' title='Royal Growing Up.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113258130258693613</id><published>2005-11-21T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:55:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Esplanade Outing.</title><content type='html'>Ashbaby was supposed to go for the interview at 3pm. But upon calling the agency up, they required her to stay til 10 pm, which was in my opinion, a load of bullcrap. So she called to tell them of her refusal to turn up... so when they realised she's someone special to me, they crapped their pants and immediately rescheduled another time for her to turn up tommorrow at 9am. I, as the ever benevolent one, forgave their ignorance and brushed this matter aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;OH YEA RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised Ashbaby with a Green Day cd when she went to the toilet. Was at Sembawang music and saw her holding on the CD with such puppy-eyed facial expressions... so what to do? &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a) To go over my budget and let my gastric juices eat my own stomach lining for the next week&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;b) just buy my Ashbaby the CD? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So DUH, of course choice &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"a".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ashbaby dint go to work, we decided to head to Esplanade for sight seeing. Singapore doesn't have much easily accessible venues of romantic value &gt;.&lt; took a few photos at the open air "roof-top" of the Durian. Thank God for fine weather. Proceeded to shelf-shopping at Carrefor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Meet Ashley, my Bliss-Machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/bliss.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic974.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic977.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113258130258693613?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113258130258693613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113258130258693613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-esplanade-outing.html' title='Royal Esplanade Outing.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113232698989929205</id><published>2005-11-18T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:19:13.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Princess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1 year 3 months and many days since my last relationship ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to celebrate it than to get into another! I woke up yesterday morning and thought to myself.. "Wow. I've got a girlfriend now." It was damn surreal. There were a multitude of uncertainty and fear, but today.. somehow, it all dissipated into thin air! I'm in love for sure. No shadow of a doubt about it. Not just in love, but in love with Ashbaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Orchard today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this was our first date as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;First thoughts include, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Hands holding... how sia..." "Sweet talking... how sia..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly it all fell into place. Like the last piece of a jigsaw, everything fell into place. It was amazing I tell ya! I've learnt so much from my previous relationships and now I'm applying what works and what doesnt. Being with someone as mature as Ashbaby helps a lot too! I've no worry for her to burst out into childish trantrum, no fear for her to feel jealous as I take a peek around &lt;strong&gt;(she frequently pointed out chiobus to me!)&lt;/strong&gt;... and best of all; no fear of feeling unloved cos she's automatic with the huggles,&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; awww...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hope you guys arent sick yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained while we were at Far East Plaza. Found ourselves staring down at people scuttle around in the harsh weather from the 2nd level. Talked about the future, our plans, ungrateful uncles, family and then Grace tapped me from behind and exclaimed "Caught you!". Not like we were engaged in any illegal activity laa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic968.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Keep being who you are. Keep doing what you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cos I'm loving every second of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113232698989929205?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113232698989929205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113232698989929205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-princess.html' title='Royal Princess!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113206790358683376</id><published>2005-11-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:27:05.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Discovery!</title><content type='html'>Yet again I'm out with Aiway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we met at Bugis, yes again. Showed her the sling bag from Muji so that she can keep her eyes opened for them while she's in Hong Kong. Ahhhh, is anyone else envious of Aiway's travel spree? If not... then I must have not included that she's goin to Thailand next Feb too! And when she's finally sick of Asia, Aiway will go back to Australia to continue her studies. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at Bugis Street, showed her the "new" section with the air-con and whatnot. Turns out she's been there already. So much for my enthusiastic desire to update her. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took an escalator up to this level which was an empty room. Budden (but then), the walls were &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Macham&lt;/em&gt; walking into the secret garden, hahahaaa.. Not many know of the secret hangout, we were there for like 10 minutes before another bunch of curious things came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lao Fu Zhi also made an appearance on the walls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic955.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bast fwenz 4eva~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the vortex feel to this art is better view on-site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Art of Spray Painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My favourite pic! So adorable! Even mean-looking rocker monsters need&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic954.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113206790358683376?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113206790358683376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113206790358683376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-discovery.html' title='Royal Discovery!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113189534598570582</id><published>2005-11-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:08:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal 4-some.</title><content type='html'>And so Aiway returns from the Down Under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight into the Singapore humidity that she has kindly forgotten. Complaining every step of the way in Orchard. Not before trimming her eyebrows at Bugis of course.. heh, I must say, the beautician really did a awesome job with Aiway's brows. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;From normal to semi-glam&lt;/span&gt;. With a few brushes and a few shaving, she collects $13.. is that easy peasy money or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Danny and Evon at Far East Plaza for the official start of our shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyed a metallic chained watch with colourful graphics on the second floor which I fell insanely in love it. &lt;strong&gt;I'll get it on Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;, when my second installment of pocket money ka-chings its way into my account. Probably get a tee from Bugis street too.. and who knows... trim my eyebrows? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the horror, what have you done to me Aiway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, town was flooded with foreign workers today. From the Lucky Plaza area to Paragon. They cluttered on benches and open spaces. I've not been to town on a Sunday enough to get used to that sight; felt uncomfortable with so many of them in a collective location. It's just a perfect ingredient for trouble in my opinion. Nothing racist la~ just an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued spending money at Heerens, well.. the girls did anyway. We dudes just chilled as they hopped from shop to shop. Only shop that caught my attention was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Flowers in the Attic".&lt;/span&gt; Read a review about that shop in Lime mag two months ago. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lurve the layout of the shop to da core!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Colour co-ordination was oozing style too! I'm so obsessed with the "perfect shopping experience" and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Flowers in the Attic"&lt;/span&gt; managed to provide that. Even though they were selling ladies' wear &amp;amp; apparel exclusively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Newton was close to a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the old Newton Food Centre and it was closed. As in enveloped all around with contruction barriers. We all thought they were STILL closed for renovations. Plans were already made to move to somewhere else to makan. But we held strong, fought hard against growling bellies and emerged wiser by finding the stalls still opened, housed at a TEMPORARY food centre.&lt;em&gt; (Actually, we overlooked a banner that blatantly said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NEWTON FOOD TEMPORARY CENTRE NOW OPENED"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people eat to live. Some live to eat. But we ate to puke. So much food for 4 of us. Walking almost killed us right after dinner. But something about the new food centre I dislike.. the hawkers were trying to "la(1) ke(4)" or badly phrased, "pull customers". It's plain irritating to have to repeat "No"... and to repeat it with a smile was bloody #$%#$^ harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So endeth the day with much cheer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiway with a dilemma.. "They should make a sign to make people make up their minds faster!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon close inspection ...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113189534598570582?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113189534598570582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113189534598570582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-4-some.html' title='Royal 4-some.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113147279076867387</id><published>2005-11-09T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:59:50.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Tear.</title><content type='html'>We will laugh, share a cry.&lt;br /&gt;We will pout and break several smiles.&lt;br /&gt;We will hug, cuddle then kiss.&lt;br /&gt;But will you love me at the end of this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113147279076867387?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113147279076867387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113147279076867387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-tear.html' title='Royal Tear.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113141725548326338</id><published>2005-11-08T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T10:39:31.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Chinese Lessons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, you got an "A" for Chinese huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) That's not right ....................... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sum Ting Wong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you harboring a fugitive?............. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hu Yu Hai Ding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) See me ASAP................................ &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kum Hia Nao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Stupid Man ........................... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dum Fuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Small Horse ......................... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tai Ni Po Ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Did you go to the beach? ............ &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wai Yu So Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I bumped into a coffee table ........ &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ai Bang Mai Fa Kin Ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I think you need a face lift ...........&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Chin Tu Fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) It's very dark in here ................. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wao So Dim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I thought you were on a diet ........... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wai Yu Mun Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) This is a tow away zone ................ &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No Pah King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Our meeting is scheduled for next week ... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wai Yu Kum Nao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Staying out of sight ................ &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lei Ying Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) He's cleaning his automobile .......... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wa Shing Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Your body odor is offensive ........... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yu Stin Ki Pu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Great .................................. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fa Kin Su Pah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113141725548326338?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113141725548326338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113141725548326338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-chinese-lessons.html' title='Royal Chinese Lessons!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113110750821458422</id><published>2005-11-04T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:31:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Teenhood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Teenage Textbook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is by far the most accomplished Singaporean production I've set eyes on. &lt;em&gt;And the marvel of it all?&lt;/em&gt; It's a 7 year old movie, based on a book I remembered reading when I was &lt;em&gt;WAY&lt;/em&gt; before a teenager. The script is, although based hugely on the book, sophisticatedly hilarious at times... and enlightening at others. The acting was a tad shaky... given the newbie cast at that time. Nevertheless, the point of "being a teenager was never easy" was brought home very well.. From the self-deluded fat/rich boy who thinks girls worship him... to the couple who assumed either had no interest in the other til the end of the movie. In short, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt; Singaporean pre-teen/teen/past-teen/adult/old folkie should rent the movie now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113110750821458422?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113110750821458422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113110750821458422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-teenhood.html' title='Royal Teenhood.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113085283174874566</id><published>2005-11-01T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:47:11.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Problem Solving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/flowchart_001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113085283174874566?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113085283174874566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113085283174874566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/royal-problem-solving.html' title='Royal Problem Solving!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-113068111810091327</id><published>2005-10-30T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:05:18.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Cheescake!</title><content type='html'>Mmm, my new template and I'm back with more nonsense than ever before! How timely that my first entry should coincide with the restarting of a new semester; which I loathe so much! My holidays were plain and stupid. Besides learning a new skill (more of that in a while...), the holidays were wasted by school and the darn final year project! WOE IS ME! Only comfort I take is the fact that many are gonna take their O level exams soon. I shall relish in the torment of them! Muahahaha! TEAR OUT YOUR HAIR IN DESPAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I now proudly proclaim my ability to make cheesecakes! Yes, the once elusive calorie bomb... now I harness the skill to create them! All thanks to a certain person which I shall not name here... cos she firmly believes I should pay $15.10 for the 2 hour lesson. &gt;.&lt; The cheesecake was absolutely delicious if I might add... The opinion is shared by my mummy and my cousin! So.. girls who are secretly attracted to guy who can make cheesecake, LOOK NO FURTHER. /flex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-113068111810091327?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113068111810091327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/113068111810091327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/royal-cheescake.html' title='Royal Cheescake!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112904131173477630</id><published>2005-10-11T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:35:11.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm declaring a blog hiatus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more updates from me til I can fix up a new skin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I were to update anymore, it would be purely superficial and ALL ABOUT ME. I have a crowd to entertain, so therefore, to regather more creative juices...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was Charles' blog. and shall always be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Til later guys, blog on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112904131173477630?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112904131173477630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112904131173477630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/royal-hiatus.html' title='Royal Hiatus.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112890196159576750</id><published>2005-10-10T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T07:52:41.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gonna meet Zhiyong soon for a crazy morning jog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Being released is a good closure. Finally tied up some loose ends with straight-forward truths. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FUCK YEA&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;em&gt;What bottled heart surprises... screw them! Like Maia Lee sings;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"A punching bag is what you need right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can see myself get over you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can feel myself again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know I can make it through anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cos I don't need you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F U C K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Y E A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112890196159576750?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112890196159576750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112890196159576750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/royal-ending.html' title='Royal Ending'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112860870606346774</id><published>2005-10-06T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:25:06.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Jog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;*stares at the cream cake on my desk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;For your information, I'm entitled to 2 more of those &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;creeeaaam cakes,&lt;/span&gt; just cos I actually jogged this week. Not once but twice! Muahaha, looks like Wala Wala was a wake up call for me. So, on two occasions, Monday and Wednesday, Zhiyong and Alex accompanied me to run rounds around Ngee Ann's infamous blue track. THE ONLY&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; BLUE TRACK&lt;/span&gt; IN SINGAPORE. Why not &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; green&lt;/span&gt;? Or even &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Petition time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;For all Ngee Ann and non-Ngee Ann people aka &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE NOTHAPPENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sign up if you want our track to be &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112860870606346774?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112860870606346774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112860870606346774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/royal-jog.html' title='Royal Jog.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112835392694687162</id><published>2005-10-03T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:38:47.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Blur Kings</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/blurkings.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112835392694687162?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112835392694687162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112835392694687162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/royal-blur-kings.html' title='Royal Blur Kings'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112835303021304424</id><published>2005-10-03T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:23:50.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/poserium.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112835303021304424?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112835303021304424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112835303021304424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112816575779805004</id><published>2005-10-01T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T19:22:38.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/montage22final.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112816575779805004?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112816575779805004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112816575779805004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112807594524407568</id><published>2005-09-30T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:25:45.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Unfittingness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know the feeling when you try on an outfit for the upcoming evening of hanging out... then you realise it doesn't fit right? Either your thighs look like tree trunks or the collar makes your neck look short. So you try on another outfit and while pulling the pants up, "Oh no, they shrunk!" ... or have they? "Nevermind" you think to yourself.. By the time you're exhausted, you've basically tried on every combination from your wardrobe and nothing is working for you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Shaking your head.. letting a hefty sigh.. you return to the very first outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Sounds familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Damn it, dressing up for Wala Wala has made me realise I've grown out of the usual clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Time to buy new clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;NOPE!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Time to get running shoes.. and shed some &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TUMMYTHIGHLOVEHANDLE&lt;/span&gt; fats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112807594524407568?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112807594524407568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112807594524407568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal-unfittingness.html' title='Royal Unfittingness.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112791476499305685</id><published>2005-09-28T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:13:40.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Questionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Charles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Ck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Charlie     [don't laugh. only mum calls me that!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. ck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Lunakrystal       [beginning to think it's gay~]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Azureheart         [definitely gay]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. My awe-inspiring dimples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. My awe-inspiring gargantuan mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. My awe-inspiring thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. That thingie between my chest and my waist.. oh yea, don't you call it TUMMY?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Improportionate eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Dfficult hairline ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. COCKROACHES. Not even for a million American blingbling will i touch them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. My undying love for things unattainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Lunatics on the street [ veryveryvery real] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Sunlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. A bath.  [ i can't stand grime clinging to my face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Sec 4 class tee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Thailand made shorts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Hairband. [shutup] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. The Faders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. BoA. [I'd elaborate but there's not enough bandwidth on the net] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Michelle omg-wtf-talented Branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Helena - My Chemical Romance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Trees - Marty Casey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Jesse McCartney- She's no you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Now for the real truth; boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUTH OR LIE?    You decide:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. In love with my ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Aspiring DJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Liv Tyler was my fling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Bracers turn me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Hairstyle. [someone who can make disastrous hairstyles look good = *swoon*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Skin colour. Never too "chocolate", never too "snow".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Height! I don't wanna stare at your tits, nor do I wanna look down at your scalp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Soccer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Slacking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Shopping. [with the right peeps]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Finish my final year project ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Become supreme in World of Warcraft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Retreat to Thailand for week-long shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Engineer in some field [will be doing, God allowing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Pimp [considering]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Bartender. [considered]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Thailand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Dreamland?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Makeout in the pouring rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Drive a car into the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Appear on TV for an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Go.... GO.......... GOAL LA LA LA LAAAA........!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. omgwtfbbq d0 u 5p34k 1337 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. *a girl walks by* Me : " 7 outta 10 for sure..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. I think pink looks good on me [pffft :P] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I like shopping and buying nothing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. I can't drive ? [Muahahhaa. ^5 to whoever gets this]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE FEMALE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Liv Tyler! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. BoA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Avril Lavinge [only with makeup please]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112791476499305685?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112791476499305685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112791476499305685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal-questionaire.html' title='Royal Questionaire'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112782661118228311</id><published>2005-09-27T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:13:31.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever wonder why people stare out of the windows while answering calls on the train? Or just suddenly flipping to another side, even though we still can hear them anyway? I catch myself doing that too sometimes, as if I can magically teleport into my own little haven just by talking to the reflection in the window.. Strange things people do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when girlfriends are picking a fight with their boys... it's always so obvious. The guy would be glancing from side to side, top to bottom.. but never straight at the flaring female. But as they say, the best defense is a good offense, even more so in that situation man!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just stare deep into her eyes.. listen to whatever she has to jabber about (and just let it through the other side).. proceed to slowly placing a finger on her lips.. and just gently proclaim; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're a bitch, but I love you anyway".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112782661118228311?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112782661118228311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112782661118228311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal-special.html' title='Royal Special'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112774337740848597</id><published>2005-09-26T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:02:57.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Spree.</title><content type='html'>Blogging spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspiration comes and goes like a fleeting shower in spring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But what matters are the fauna that bloom from that moment in time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112774337740848597?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112774337740848597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112774337740848597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal-spree.html' title='Royal Spree.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112772387283359852</id><published>2005-09-26T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T16:37:52.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Marty Casey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you can hear the muxic playing in the background, then you're listening to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Marty Casey's ; "Trees".&lt;/span&gt; Yes that's the original version. Hope you can see the similarity in our lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112772387283359852?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112772387283359852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112772387283359852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal-marty-casey.html' title='Royal Marty Casey!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112767104981459762</id><published>2005-09-26T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:57:29.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/tifa3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112767104981459762?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112767104981459762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112767104981459762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112766886616850297</id><published>2005-09-26T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:21:07.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna go clubbing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aiway hurry up back here you silly Malaysian who flown to Australia from Singapore! I so don't care... when you get back, I'm gonna hual your ass from Gotham Penthouse to Momo then to China Black. Muahaha.. in short you're gonna be a "club hopper" with me! Or a "cluper".. or a "hopber"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Female dog! UGH. Refrain from vulagrities here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm so bloody agitated by someone, because of something that happened sometime back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I cannot say it here because I'm very mysterious and secretive. Like James Bond, only that I'm Charles.. and without the entourage of whores.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112766886616850297?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112766886616850297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112766886616850297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal-bitch.html' title='Royal Bitch!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112764664136537273</id><published>2005-09-25T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T19:10:41.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Xiaxue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I have decided to put &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Xiaxue's &lt;/span&gt;link at the side for easy access. But before anyone accuses me of liking that vulgar vixen, I'd like to declare my absolute neutrality towards her blogging style and fashion sense. I mean, you can never be a complete blogger until you have visited the most over-rated blog of Singaporean origins yea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Anyhoos. It's my holidays! Though I have to go back to school everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Though I have to stay til afternoon everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Though I can only take 5 days leave over 6 weeks ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Though I must report in at 9 am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's still my holidays. However sucky it sounds and really is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bleh! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zuru zuru, zuruzuruzuru...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112764664136537273?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112764664136537273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112764664136537273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal-xiaxue.html' title='Royal Xiaxue.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112705000168038531</id><published>2005-09-18T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:26:41.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Socceroooo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm bent. I'm broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;No, that's not lyrics to a new song.. It's how I'm feeling now, after a session of soccer. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A FULL 90 MINUTE of it.&lt;/span&gt; Played at Ngee Ann's field with Zhi Yong's church people. GOSH. It was a youth team versus the adults. Walkover? I wished... the adults played a very good game against us... lots of physical interaction. Moreover, they arent afraid to go for the ball... even to extent of shoulder barging and hard knocks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;My darn soccer boots gave up on me too.. Both soles decided to peel off and I played in the muddy field with half a boots and socks. Not good at all.. The condition of the field was horrendous due to the morning to early-afternoon showers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm glad to have made a sliding tackle! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;It's the milestone for every defender to slide into the opponent's path and steal the ball away. I'm so proud of my team too! Second half we were down 2-1... then we scored one to equalise.. and proceeded to score the winning goal! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zhiyong even scored 2 goals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Okie.. I guess most of you girls are probably dozing off after that whole bunch of soccer talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I guess to entertain you girls.. I'd start talking about VERY handsome dudes I saw at soccer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Yes yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ahaha. dream on.         :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112705000168038531?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112705000168038531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112705000168038531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal-socceroooo.html' title='Royal Socceroooo.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112695853386419120</id><published>2005-09-17T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:02:14.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal #$#$^^#%&amp;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Some &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#$^$#&lt;/span&gt; threw water from above this afternoon on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Like, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#%#$!&lt;/span&gt; It was warm and wet when it hit me... I was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$%#$^&lt;/span&gt; hoping it wasnt anything else besides plain water. Thank God it was stenchless and colourless too. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;@%@$%&lt;/span&gt; person should totally rot in Hell for it. I mean, it's okie since my house was nearby... but what if it was an elderly person? Or worst? A baby? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#$$^#$&lt;/span&gt; retards should really wake up their ideas... UGH.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@%$%#$%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112695853386419120?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112695853386419120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112695853386419120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal.html' title='Royal #$#$^^#%&amp;'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112675554017960470</id><published>2005-09-15T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:39:00.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112675554017960470?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112675554017960470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112675554017960470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal-wishes.html' title='Royal Wishes'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112662869047325950</id><published>2005-09-14T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:24:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Step to Fame and Fortune?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;The song you hear playing as you enter this blog is none other than the birth of "&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Trees&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Although the quality isn't &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;yet, I assure you another version's coming out without the MSN alert in the background. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112662869047325950?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112662869047325950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112662869047325950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal-step-to-fame-and-fortune.html' title='Royal Step to Fame and Fortune?'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112644797328949332</id><published>2005-09-11T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:12:53.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Heatwave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My air-con's down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I hate it when my air-con's busted. I'm so used to being pampered by that luxury that I become SUPER agitated in humid conditions. I'll probably be the worst bunkmate in National service. Perhaps the real reason why I'm so edgy is cos I have no idea WHY my air-con is so inconsistent in operation. Somedays it's mighty fine... and days like now.. It's worst than a hand-held battery operated fan. THAT's how lousy it is :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112644797328949332?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112644797328949332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112644797328949332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal-heatwave.html' title='Royal Heatwave!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112610263412723321</id><published>2005-09-07T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:49:32.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Trees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Trees by Charles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (adapted heavily from a song performed somewhere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't imagine life without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waking up from these nightmares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't want to laugh without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the world's playing a joke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can imagine a world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it can never be perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unless I've got you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cos it's you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Up in the trees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we'll live like that forever baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We'll live like that forever baby....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it's you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Up in the skies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one can change our love, no matter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;No one can change our love, no matter what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I can't live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;/unfinished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Once again looking for someone to fabricate a way to make this a possible song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Any takers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112610263412723321?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112610263412723321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112610263412723321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/royal-trees.html' title='Royal Trees.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112550554076414264</id><published>2005-09-01T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:34:09.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Two-timer by &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Baby, I gotta admit I'm a two-timer.&lt;br /&gt;But not in a bastard way...&lt;br /&gt;It's just that my actions,&lt;br /&gt;They differ from what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two-timing hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me... it hurts me more.&lt;br /&gt;To pretend I don't give a shit;&lt;br /&gt;When obviously it's you I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you were the infidel,&lt;br /&gt;At least that'll bring a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;Cos "I've gotten over you long ago",&lt;br /&gt;Means "My heart holds you in a special place"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I'm never happy.&lt;br /&gt;But how can I ever be ?&lt;br /&gt;When you are so distant ?&lt;br /&gt;So out-of-reach for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112550554076414264?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112550554076414264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112550554076414264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/two-timer-by-charles-baby-i-gotta.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112550271178756857</id><published>2005-08-31T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:38:31.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Shoe Design.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;LIME magazine has a funkay shoe design competition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;The problem is... my personal assistant is busy with a new set of projects. So busy that she can't help me paint the shoes... The world knows my painting sucks; therefore to take on the actual painting will immediately disqualify from the competition ): But nonetheless, I AM gonna register for it... and we'll see where it goes from there. Wish me luck kids~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112550271178756857?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112550271178756857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112550271178756857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/royal-shoe-design.html' title='Royal Shoe Design.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112542496469128716</id><published>2005-08-31T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T02:02:44.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*bows down to Xinyie!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Such gosu editing skillz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks so much girl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112542496469128716?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112542496469128716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112542496469128716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/bows-down-to-xinyie-such-gosu-editing.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112541730176052933</id><published>2005-08-30T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:55:01.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Extra Pay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I will be working this coming Saturday at &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cocoon&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Ru Jiao can't be around so Janet has asked me to fill in for her... for one &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHOLE &lt;/span&gt;day. I'd be there from opening til closing at 11.30pm! I wonder if I can take it.. 11 hours of work seems to be quite scary isnt it? I reckon weekends are always very busy, thus the need for a second person in the shop... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So whoever is free this Saturday, come drop by at &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cocoon&lt;/span&gt;! Second level of Cineleisure, can't miss it cos the management tortures everyone by making them walk an entire round behind Pastamania just to get to level 3. Note: I can't give special discounts cos I'm not exactly a full-time worker there :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112541730176052933?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112541730176052933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112541730176052933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/royal-extra-pay.html' title='Royal Extra Pay!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112506811318043509</id><published>2005-08-26T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:56:54.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Green Monsters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A lovely ride on the bus. Reliable Singapore transport system at its best! The double decker buses are my favourite cos my childhood was mostly spend at the front of the upper deck, imagining I was the driver, steering and swerving along. Recently, a similar enjoyment was ruined horribly by a bunch of schoolgirls. Who are they? I prefer not to name them out directly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a small hint : Their uniforms look to be &lt;strong&gt;contaminated by&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; green fungal growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;ties on the uniform take no skill to put on&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So yea, on 174 heading to town with Junhong last Wednesday. It was all quietness, engaged in our talk and girls and studies. Suddenly, this bunch of girls from the above mentioned school boarded. Them usually dormant schoolgirls yapped all the from door, up to the upper deck and plopped not far behind us. It's almost like a peek into the future I tell you! 3 and more female together and it's no holds barred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;It all started with one girl talking loudly, the others commented even louder... Then they moved on to silly topics and events that WE did not need to know. Along the lines of "the other time some guy lifted up my skirt and I wasnt wearing shorts.." It's darn hard to avoid eavesdropping. I can feel the entire deck of people fall into a state of disgust. But please? Does studying in a girl school make you entitled to talk in public as if &lt;em&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/em&gt; was the ladies' toilet? If I wanted crude discussion of girls and everything feminine, I'd watch "The Vagina Monolouges", thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112506811318043509?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112506811318043509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112506811318043509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/royal-green-monsters.html' title='Royal Green Monsters!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112480945911938089</id><published>2005-08-23T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:04:19.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Downtime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;WISP is finally over.&lt;/span&gt; Today's final class of World Issues from a Singapore's Prospective ended with much drama. Lawrence, as usual gave us a lot to think about as the lecture ended for the last time. His last few words also urged me on to fulfill my dream and to move out of Singapore to find work. Yes, call me a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"quitter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , Mr Goh.. but the I'm sure thousands of underpaid foreigners are waiting to take over my citizenship. Giving much thought about it, I don't mind being a second-class citizen in another country, to work long hours and get paid minimum in their relative terms. Work hard and save up for 4-5 years, come back to sunny ol'Singapura and be rich~ Why not? I'm convinced that I can adapt easily to circumstances... I'm just waiting for that one chance and I'll pounce on it and who knows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Plumber in England?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Construction worker in Australia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bartender in Costa Rica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm not gonna fight for jobs in Singapore with you degree holders, diploma holders and what-have-you... See ya all in 5 years baby~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112480945911938089?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112480945911938089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112480945911938089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/royal-downtime.html' title='Royal Downtime.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112473256540612611</id><published>2005-08-23T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T01:42:45.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Pussycat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Being a cat lover, it shouldnt be surprising that I find myself in love with the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pussycat Dolls!&lt;/span&gt; Nope they are NOT a series of dolls. Neither are they anything feline. They happen to be a group of six girls, or should I add, six veryvery nice-looking girls. What's interesting about this bunch of eye-candy is that fact that they have only 1 lead singer. If you listen to their first single, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Don't cha",&lt;/span&gt; you'd only hear one voice. It was rather misleading at first... perhaps strength in numbers has taken on another meaning? Anyhoos, check them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112473256540612611?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112473256540612611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112473256540612611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/royal-pussycat.html' title='Royal Pussycat'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112427729953925176</id><published>2005-08-17T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:14:59.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Link!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0QADFS508XHJ93OXJ0BR495W7X"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt; to download our project video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;learn more about the 1964 racial riots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;comments are all very welcomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112427729953925176?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112427729953925176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112427729953925176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/royal-link.html' title='Royal Link!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112419689254272890</id><published>2005-08-16T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:01:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Finale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;Finale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;WE HAVE DONE IT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Our video has topped the charts in over 25 countries and nominated for almost every category of accolation, especially &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"BEST DIRECTOR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;, right Junhong?.&lt;/span&gt; I'm so glad it's finally over and it's so rewarding when you hear people clapping even before the video is over. Now to bask in the glory of sastisfaction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I'll post the link when it's up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Today, I played the drums for the very first time. Went to Zhiyong's church after school and there &lt;em&gt;"she&lt;/em&gt;" was. Spread out beautifully. Waiting to get drummed. My motor-functions are officially retarded; can't manage to pick up the simplest of rhythms. But after an hour of nerve-wrecking screw-ups, I can play a few cycles! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YIPPIES!&lt;/span&gt; Goes something like &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"1, 2, snare, 4, bass, 6, snare, 8..."&lt;/span&gt; As you can see. I'm a very happy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112419689254272890?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112419689254272890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112419689254272890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/royal-finale.html' title='Royal Finale!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112399077073853748</id><published>2005-08-14T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T11:39:30.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Filming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY'S FILMING DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Okay, so it might not be a Mediacorp quality film... but we've planned quite far ahead for this project. So many details we have considered. I really hope all the talk would go into action this very day! A few glitches along the way and many more to come, that's what I anticipate. Skipped church for today to make sure I have time for preparation. *crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Excited but fearful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Let's pray that our director, aka Junhong will guide us according to his foresight. Haha, as we all know,  Junhong has rather wild imagination and this is time for it to ALL come into play. We still need more extras on set at this point of time... but no one's responding to the call of duty! Nevermind, a step at a time. Did I menton deadline is this coming Tuesday?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muahaha, SCREWED, WE ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112399077073853748?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112399077073853748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112399077073853748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/royal-filming.html' title='Royal Filming.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112352288118700587</id><published>2005-08-09T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T01:41:21.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Bugger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Anyone who's reading this; know that I do not appreciate your sweaty back resting on my knuckles. Unless you're my girlfriend, please do not ever ever ever rest any part of your body on my hand. BAH! Do you guys understand my irritation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Typical scenario: MRT. Plenty of space around to stand. Seats always full so forget about it. Suddenly this person gets on at a random station. Looks around, can't find seat.. then proceeds to lean his/her ENTIRE body on the pole which I'm holding on to. Like WTH! What am I suppose to hold then? Your ahlian-nish ponytail? Cannot ever understand why such behaviour abound. Unless you look like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imogenbailey.com/main.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Imogen Bailey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;, do not attempt to rest on the pole, EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112352288118700587?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112352288118700587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112352288118700587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/royal-bugger.html' title='Royal Bugger!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112341628094006711</id><published>2005-08-07T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T20:04:40.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Irritation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thought of the day : Is it easier to love the enemy or hate a lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What a refreshing weekend! To be released of a memory is such a REFRESHING emotion. I'll call this.. refreshion. Turning 19, I've decided to let her go totally. It's so obvious who SHE is, so don't go "HUHH. WHO?" I'd personally run my entire history with her over thr phone with you and make you die of boredom. Seriously! So now what's next in my life?... No need to rush into maturing I guess.. Pointless to hurry up the aging process by suddenly pretending to take life seriously. Pointless to see all the ugliness of the world and go into acute depression. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112341628094006711?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112341628094006711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112341628094006711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/royal-irritation.html' title='Royal Irritation?'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112306118630425792</id><published>2005-08-03T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:27:50.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Whee-la-la-ness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Thought of the day : which is worst ? not knowing or not remembering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Had my birthday celebrations yesterday at Marina south. Seems like a pilgramage for me every year. Buffet was deliciously crazy with my mates! Zhiyong and Alex managed to come even though they lost their way in SINGAPORE roads. Says alot about drivers, I mean, driving eh ? Hahaaa. The normal gang were there too, Danny;Evon;Junhong;Xiajun. Special guest appearance included Cheryl "Can We Go Yet?" Lim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;After dinner traveled to Bugis cos someone wanted to get her bag SO SO SO badly. I would normally cringe at the thought of walking into Bugis Street, with all the pushing around in that alley way. However, they opened a new section with air-con and all on the second level. Mostly girlie stuff... but I guess: To get the bees, you have to be where the honey is~ Hahahaaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;A special thanks to the people who remembered yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I know I dao-ed some of your sms-es, by the time I checked my mobile after dinner, it was inappropiate to reply? I truly truly appreciate the simplest of wishes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112306118630425792?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112306118630425792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112306118630425792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/royal-whee-la-la-ness.html' title='Royal Whee-la-la-ness.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112287822119219005</id><published>2005-08-01T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T14:37:01.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And as the birthday finally approaches, no signs of a royal procession is materialized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to Marina to eat buffet tommorrow with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not at all... happy? Wierd as it sounds, I think the hype has died over the weeks. When I was younger, my birthday would have meant a new toy, new book or something plain simple but "new". But nothing seems to meet my expectations. I don't even know what I really want! It's depressing really... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eating pizza hanging out with mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sounds so fun! Sounds so... in-the-past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm making no sense, but if you don't have anything to gimme on my birthday, at least gimme this right to sulk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112287822119219005?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112287822119219005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112287822119219005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/royal-birthday.html' title='Royal Birthday.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112246842738712405</id><published>2005-07-27T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:50:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Bugs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;"Bug Me Not&lt;/strong&gt;" on Monday with Cheryl. I guess from now, movie treats shall be my trademark bday gift to mua friends. But PLEASE don't all come after me for movies ah? Worst still, don't offer me movie treats in return on the 2nd of August hor! Somehow, everyone has a problem with me pronouncing &lt;strong&gt;"BUG ME NOT&lt;/strong&gt;"... On two occasions they heard me say &lt;strong&gt;"Punk Me Not"&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;"F*(k Me Not"&lt;/strong&gt; respectively. Which reminds me... I can't become a DJ because of my voice quality. &lt;em&gt;*HUGE SIGHS&lt;/em&gt;* How in the world am I gonna improve a voice quality ? =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;coochie coochie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;coochie coo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;So for the review of the show;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Watch it on a 7 dollar day. It's not worth anymore. If I were a any stricter, I would say DON'T watch it at the cinema at ALL. It's neither romantic nor sci-fi. It's basically a brain cell killing movie which leaves you mentally retarded after the credits start rolling. The lead actress, quite chio &lt;em&gt;( but a bit airport lehhh &lt;/em&gt;). &lt;strong&gt;AND AND AND!&lt;/strong&gt; The computer generated graphic was &lt;strong&gt;faker than MJ's nose.&lt;/strong&gt; However, the adorable bugs and spastic script did tickle my funny bones a few times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Final verdict : 3.5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112246842738712405?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112246842738712405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112246842738712405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/royal-bugs.html' title='Royal Bugs.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112212069557638471</id><published>2005-07-23T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:13:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Birthday Charity</title><content type='html'>i flew around the world to find you behind me all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The Charles' Birthday Fund phonelines are finally open. Please contribute generously to this joyous cause. Your monthly pocket money will go a long way to aid this boy in his search for happiness. Rest assured that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; proceeds &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; go straight to his pocket and nowhere else. Remember, every bit helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Your money will help him find normality in this crazy world. Or help the world find normality in him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112212069557638471?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112212069557638471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112212069557638471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/royal-birthday-charity.html' title='Royal Birthday Charity'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112195976606817649</id><published>2005-07-21T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:29:26.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Rantings.</title><content type='html'>screaming for you through whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I just figured out that my blog would be more interesting or more widely-read if it contained contents of everything except my life. Perhaps because since I'm a nobody it the public eye, my life doesn't matter at all. Who wants to strain their eyes to read about my common tests or my secret crush? They would rather get myopia from watching TV or downloaded movies. I'm not complanining either... I rather have a private little haven then a wide-open shared space. At least like this I know who really cares about my life. I'm glad to even have people care; besides my mum of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh gosh, this is turning too melodramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112195976606817649?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112195976606817649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112195976606817649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/royal-rantings.html' title='Royal Rantings.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112193883111062796</id><published>2005-07-21T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T17:46:27.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Funnies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Check out Cheeky's blog ! &lt;a href="http://cheekybynature.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cheekybynature.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Linked on the right side of the blog for future reference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Truly inspirational!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112193883111062796?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112193883111062796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112193883111062796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/royal-funnies.html' title='Royal Funnies!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112192246600401797</id><published>2005-07-21T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T13:08:46.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;extracted from &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Almost -Bowling For Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;You kept me guessin' and now I'm destined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;To spend my time missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Here I go, thinking 'bout all the things I could've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm gonna need a forklift, cause all the baggage weighs a tonI know we've had our problems, I can't remember one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I almost forgot to say something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;And if I can't fit it in, I'll keep it all to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I almost wrote a song about you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;But I tore it all up and then I threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;And I almost had you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Almost had you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;You kept me guessin' and now I'm destined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;To spend my time missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;And I almost had you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112192246600401797?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112192246600401797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112192246600401797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/royal-almost.html' title='Royal Almost'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112187007954349560</id><published>2005-07-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:34:39.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Distance</title><content type='html'>Can distance really bring us closer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;How do you strike a balance between speaking out and looking like a total twit; or keep quiet and fade out of memory? I love these kinda extremes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112187007954349560?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112187007954349560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112187007954349560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/royal-distance.html' title='Royal Distance'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112161763145648252</id><published>2005-07-18T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:27:13.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Lalaness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love being a lala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Can all of you stop having birthdays in the same month?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Haha, this goes out to you people who had birthdays just passed in July. I hate you. Haha, just kidding. Went out with Xinyie last week to watch "Be With You", to celebrate her belated bday. Nice jap sappy movie. I would truly call this a "movie" cos it seriously was moving. But then again, it made me feel like shit after it ended. I envy that guy so much ! To see someone being in love and being loved back so furiously really made me feel like shit. Yes, perhaps its the quiet nights or the lonely bus rides... I wanna be someone's special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;And on Friday, joined XiaJun, Pauline and Janet for dinner. I wouldnt call it a bday celebration, just a gathering at Swenson's , Holland V branch. Wheet! They had unlimited scoops of ice-cream at just $1 with any pasta or main course! Yummm. After dinner we were supposed to go Walawala... BUT BUT BUT! The place was packed to the brim, like sardines in a luncheon meat can! Dint even bother to queue, just cabbed down to Lot 1's Kbox instead. (jealous or not Sarah ? :P ) All those people sang cheena songs, like what laa... I can't understand or read most of it... Sang some songs since I went along anyway, not to terrorise the people in the room okay?! English songs mind you.. but I did sing this cheena song about "fairy tales and wings and angels".. stupid. absolutely stupid. But fun~ :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And since Cheryl's bday is like... NOW! its 12.23 am now! SO.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHER, CHERLY, CHERYL! Muahaha, now you're 18, please grow up. I know it's hard to change from spoilt brat to supreme angel, you can always try. Happy Birthday nonetheless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112161763145648252?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112161763145648252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112161763145648252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/royal-lalaness_18.html' title='Royal Lalaness.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112116379553180414</id><published>2005-07-12T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:15:33.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Pinkish Delight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pink is the new black/blue/green/yellow/white/purple/whatever other colour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cos Charles says so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Went out with Alexandra last evening for dinner. Was LAN-ing at Dhoby for a short period of time before making my way down to Tanjong Pagar. Was wearing her all-time favourite colour, but she refuse to admit it. But behind all the cursing and swearing, I know she likes pink! hahahaa.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ate dinner at Swenson's. Not exactly dinner, unless you count Earthquake a meal. The eight scopes of pure choco delight bowls you over with every bite! I mean...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Frosted Chocolate Malt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Sticky Chewy Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Thin Mint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Chocolate Peanut Buttercup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s '&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;' C&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Yummy Raisin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Mocha Almond Fudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Butterscotch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;*drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Thanks for the treat jiejie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;For the treat, I was made her toyboy for the evening, not that I'm complaining, was too high from the sugar-rush. But it was all fun and laughter~ Alex and moi practically grew up together. I remember cos she was SUCHA a bully when we were younger. ah, the fun ol' days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/lunakrystal/Pic810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"This is a spoon, S-P-O-O-N"..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Yes, now we know how smart you are Alex. *claps*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112116379553180414?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112116379553180414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112116379553180414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/royal-pinkish-delight.html' title='Royal Pinkish Delight.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112064466143607427</id><published>2005-07-06T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T18:11:01.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Beer Joke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BEER WILL MAKE MEN BECOME WOMEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Was listening to the radio and this news became rather disturbing. Although I'm not a big fan of beer, I'm sure this piece of news will dishearten many fellow men. It is true, beer will turn you into women, not over the long run! Even a few pints can instantly make you a woman! To prove this logic, scientist gave 100 men 10 pints of beer each. All of them showed the same results after the 10th pint, SADNESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1) They started not making sense when talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2) They argue over nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3) They lose the ability to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4) They refuse to apologise even when obviously at fault&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;So think twice before your next sip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112064466143607427?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112064466143607427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112064466143607427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/royal-beer-joke.html' title='Royal Beer Joke.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112057471070948695</id><published>2005-07-05T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:45:10.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal 19 Approaches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I shall take this time while WoW servers are down on maintenance to update my blog. It's pretty dead as you can see, only reason why I don't wanna delete it yet is cos that's just stupid. But enough of stupid things. How's life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;The slackest semester ever! The few hours in school pass too quick for comfort, before we know it, common test might be coming soon! Wait a sec... IT IS COMING IN TWO WEEKS. Blah , see? Next week's study break, which spells great disaster. Who actually studies in the study week?! Well sure, we get together... spread the lecture notes everywhere... sit around... talk and joke and end up? Asking for girls' numbers. Hahaa, those were the better days of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112057471070948695?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112057471070948695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112057471070948695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/royal-19-approaches.html' title='Royal 19 Approaches!'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-112000129882401035</id><published>2005-06-29T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T07:28:18.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Drift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ah, early morning blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The early bird gets the worm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But who the heck would want a worm for breakfast? Should probably change it into something like, "The early bird gets the bacon/ham/scrambled eggs." Obviously hungry at the time of this post. Alright, lemme  rush thru this post so I can get to school an hour late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Watched Initial D with my friends yesterday. The storyline differed from the anime by quite a lot. Unless you're a die-hard ID anime fan, you'd probably enjoy the humor and awesome drive scenes. At least the cars in the show don't look at all CGed. The girl's a bit of a letdown though; Anne Suzuki looks too... doe-eyed. I prefer girls with smaller eyes, the sultry glare made perfect! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-112000129882401035?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112000129882401035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/112000129882401035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/royal-drift.html' title='Royal Drift.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111984778244118434</id><published>2005-06-27T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:25:42.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Evolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunflower Seeds - Charles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;I realise how much I've lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Each time you dodge my stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;How do you keep up such nonchalance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;How do you act like you don't care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Kisses are wasted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Hugs gone down the drain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Missed those long-lost moments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;When I replaced "princess" with your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Remember how our fingers fit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Or how our lips interlock for marathons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;The way you squirm away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;When I wet your nose with my tongue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;I'm messed up now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Lost in a whirl of confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;How I could screw such a love up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;To overlook your beauty and not your flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;A knight will come your way soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;With overwhelming charisma and ivory steed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;As he picks you up into the horizon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;I'd be watching, munching on these sunflower seeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111984778244118434?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111984778244118434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111984778244118434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/royal-evolution.html' title='Royal Evolution.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111936718152561658</id><published>2005-06-21T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:19:41.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safe in a Crazy World -Corrinne May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I try to smile my tears away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I try to keep my cool.&lt;br /&gt;Oh but one more door gets in my way&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a fool&lt;br /&gt;Trampled and bitter,&lt;br /&gt;My heart just wants to bleed and stop believing in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;It feels like nothing is for certain&lt;br /&gt;and that nothing comes for free&lt;br /&gt;When they're lowering the curtain to the theatre of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I stumble and i crumble and I'm sinking to my knees for you&lt;br /&gt;You cradle me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You keep me flying&lt;br /&gt;You keep me smiling&lt;br /&gt;You keep me safe in a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;You understand me&lt;br /&gt;Embrace my fragility&lt;br /&gt;You keep me safe in a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;And in your arms I find the strength to believe in me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Noise keeps chasing me&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;Oh and life likes pretending that it's on a TV show&lt;br /&gt;When it's hard to tell what's real&lt;br /&gt;From what the world just wants to preach&lt;br /&gt;You are the voice I seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You keep me flying&lt;br /&gt;You keep me smiling&lt;br /&gt;You keep me safe in a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;You understand me&lt;br /&gt;Embrace my fragility&lt;br /&gt;You keep me safe in a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;And in your arms I find the strength to believe in me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;'cause when I'm wrapped up in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else can touch me&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful way to recharge&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can breathe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You keep me flying&lt;br /&gt;You keep me smiling&lt;br /&gt;You keep me safe in a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;You understand me&lt;br /&gt;Embrace my fragility&lt;br /&gt;You keep me safe in a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;And in your arms I find the strength to believe in me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna keep you flying, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna keep you smiling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll keep you safe in this crazy world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd understand you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embrace your fragility,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd keep you safe in this crazy world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in my arms, you'll find the strength to believe in yourself again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111936718152561658?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111936718152561658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111936718152561658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/safe-in-crazy-world-corrinne-may-i-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111936198199941830</id><published>2005-06-21T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:54:18.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Smiths.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Watched "Mr and Mrs Smith" with Ashley yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I smell an award for that show. Nice fight scenes. When you put the two of the best looking people in Hollywood into one movie, it's inevitable that I'll rate it 4/5. Thought of watching "A Lot Like Love" too, but the earliest show was at 945pm, kinda out of the question! But we were so tempted! So so so tempted! It looks like a rom-comedy to me, but can Aston play the role?.. I've always insist that only Adam Sandler can be a romantic clown. We'll see (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Also, I theorised that girls like smilies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:) (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I like to smiley smiley,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You like to smiley smiley...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;WE LIKE TO..... SMILEY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Also bought Corrinne May's CD! Wheets, my first original album. Erh, not exactly but first one I've enjoy thoroughly! I fell asleep to her last night and woke up this morning to her songs too! Nope, it's getting sickening either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111936198199941830?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111936198199941830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111936198199941830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/royal-smiths.html' title='Royal Smiths.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111909636361055809</id><published>2005-06-18T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T20:14:01.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Appreciation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corrinne May's One Night Only in Singapore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th August, Wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.30pm&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; (1hr30mins, no intermission!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esplanade Concert Hall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$23 for students.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okie, this free advertisement for her comes only because if two reasons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;1) Esplanade's my fav place for good music. That was where I found hope in local musicians. Witnessed my first live performance there; under nocturnal constellations with her. I'm very sure with good company, 10th August will actually be a night to remember! So don't mop around kids! If you're feeling pathetic and despondent, look forward to Corrinne May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2) She's a promising, not exactly young talent that makes me proud of being a Singaporean! At least when the whiteskins ask me what Singapore has to offer, I don't have to say Sly, urgh. Or , Taufik double urgh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111909636361055809?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111909636361055809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111909636361055809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/royal-appreciation.html' title='Royal Appreciation.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111893844812858895</id><published>2005-06-17T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:14:08.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Save Me - Corrinne May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I drift, I burn, I fly&lt;br /&gt;When you sing lullabies&lt;br /&gt;I'm helpless, I'm yearning&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the putty in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I laugh, I dream, I cry&lt;br /&gt;When you take me on a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;You see me through and through&lt;br /&gt;You see just who i am&lt;br /&gt;Just take my hand and&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you, my sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Heaven Knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I had a dream that i&lt;br /&gt;was falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;At 90 miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;I was bound to crash and die&lt;br /&gt;But out of nowhere you came and rescued me&lt;br /&gt;There must be some grace in the touch of your face&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I've found you&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh ' cause you&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you my sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Before i met you&lt;br /&gt;Life was slow-mo&lt;br /&gt;So slow-mo&lt;br /&gt;I thought i had it figured out&lt;br /&gt;But you came and turned my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you, my sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows you've come to&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you, my sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Heaven Knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111893844812858895?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111893844812858895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111893844812858895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/save-me-corrinne-may-i-drift-i-burn-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111876317197044283</id><published>2005-06-14T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:32:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Intermission.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;/wipes the dust from my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Woah, can someone pass me a duster? This blog's been so stagnant it's gonna collect mozzie eggs soon. I'm surprised you're even looking at this update. You're probably a rare specimen of boredom to even come here. Not even I get that bored. Hahaa.. thanks for coming anyways, enjoy your stay, but do mind the cobwebs. Try to resist your urge to clean them away, I find them rather adorable. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Been exploring World Of Warcraft for the last week now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Love it, explains my absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;So, by popular demand, I'm updating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Update!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alright, I've done my best to entertain you. It's up to you now to tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111876317197044283?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111876317197044283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111876317197044283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/royal-intermission.html' title='Royal Intermission.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111764500954299629</id><published>2005-06-02T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T01:10:30.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Indecisiveness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Here's an account of 10 minutes of Friendster surfing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Ohh, nice profile."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;click.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Pictures load up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;click x12 to see all her photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;/thinks to self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Nice photoshop edited photos, the girl's so cute.. bla blaa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Goes back to main page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Read entire profile again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"SHE TYPES IN ACCURATE ENGLISH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Scrolls down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"1st account, 2nd account, 3rd account......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;/closes page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;When everything starts out to be too perfect, it probably is. I mean, how can some one like her ever have time to chat on MSN with someone like me? Perhaps, it's not just HER only.. I've "closed" a few girls off just because of lousy use of language (&lt;em&gt;lar leh lorh keke euu mii lorx)&lt;/em&gt;, too many accounts and my all time NO-NO; City Havester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;How I wish sometimes I was blind. That way, my judgement of people would be based on the sincerity in their voice and not that fake facade they adorn to mislead. Or perhaps I see, but am blind. Yikes, I'm so yoda-ish today, better back off now.. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111764500954299629?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111764500954299629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111764500954299629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/royal-indecisiveness_02.html' title='Royal Indecisiveness.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111743929273494339</id><published>2005-05-30T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T15:49:50.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Exclaimation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk about female equality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When girls spot some hunk, they can happily skip home and blog about their sighting of a rare species of man. Followed by number of times she has seen him. Detailed by what he was doing, with whom and where. Comments can also vary from his choice of clothes, colour of hair, style, eyes, shoes, etc etc. It might even reach a point where the blog entry starts to becomes fanatical and sounds more like a mad scientist's lab report on a world changing discovery. I might be exagerrating but I can imagine such examples&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back to the point, female equality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;When we ( as in heterosexual guys) appreciate beauty and decide to pen in down on internet databanks, we immediately get shot down with cynical remarks. Most often than not from girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Do we look at beauty in a different light? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Are our eyes meant to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Are our brains meant to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; evaluate?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I believe that physical beauty can be appreciated without sexual connotations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes, even the casual-est of dressing can spark my sweet "eye" to savour the candy at hand. Just a few moments ago, this girl in cargo trousers and plain purple shirt stood out among the crowd with her flawless complexion, devoid of any &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;foundationeyelinerlipstickcrap&lt;/span&gt;. Her effortless attempt to look chic yet not skanky appealed to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;But no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I did not have any fantasies of sticking my tongue into her mouth or rolling in the mud under a heavy downpour. I merely held her in high esteem. Therefore, I challenge anyone who has NEVER looked upon the opposite sex with such admiration to cast the first insult. The difference between me and you would be simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dare to blog it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111743929273494339?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111743929273494339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111743929273494339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/royal-exclaimation.html' title='Royal Exclaimation.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111738439317327925</id><published>2005-05-30T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:33:13.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal She Wasnt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;She wasn't what I wanted, what I thought no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;She wouldn't even return my calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;She never made me feel like I was special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Like I was special, cuz I was special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Sunday ends yet another week of torture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Monday spoils the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Tuesday shows sign of improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Wednesday proves you're wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Thursday decapitates your ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Friday offers false release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Saturday offers you illusional retreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111738439317327925?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111738439317327925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111738439317327925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/royal-she-wasnt.html' title='Royal She Wasnt.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111729760510316277</id><published>2005-05-29T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T00:26:45.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Inspired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slip away, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quietly you go, again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Into the light, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where I cannot follow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave me behind,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave me bare and hollow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fly away,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quickly you go, again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Far beyond my reach,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where I cannot follow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave me here,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you come back tommorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111729760510316277?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111729760510316277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111729760510316277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/royal-inspired.html' title='Royal Inspired.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111729668504916272</id><published>2005-05-29T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T00:11:25.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal SpaceOutness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;SPACEDOUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111729668504916272?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111729668504916272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111729668504916272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/royal-spaceoutness.html' title='Royal SpaceOutness.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111712690482371246</id><published>2005-05-27T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T01:01:44.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Irritation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;After last night's Champion's League match, I'm left worn out. Dint imagine the match to go into extra time and end in another penalty shootout. What a waste. AC Milan deserved the match. But Liverpool's comeback was remarkable, totally crushed AC's spirit for the second half. But yes, why am I speaking of soccer? It bores everyone, especially girls. But I might be wrong eh, Alexandra? Someone predicted Liverpool's victory and now I hate to be wrong! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*scowls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Chelsea has the Premier League title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Arsenal has the FA Cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Liverpool has the Champion's League.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Manchester United, is pure disappointment. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;BLAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Skipped the whole day of school today, partly out of childish protest to the Liverpool win. But mostly cos I'm a defecting student looking for motivation to study. This last year's modules will play a huge role in my career as Mech Engineer... but somehow, I'm not revitalised after the long holidays... on the contrary, I seem to be tired everyday. My bio-clock needs some tweaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need some kick in the arse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yea, that's what I truly need.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111712690482371246?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111712690482371246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111712690482371246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/royal-irritation.html' title='Royal Irritation.'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562660.post-111686706578404178</id><published>2005-05-24T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:51:05.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The following is obviously thought through intelligently by a girl with too much "thought time". Just accept the fact! No one's perfect, not you not him! But some assholes deserved to be rejected back to the "Singles' Factory".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;1. The nice men are ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;2. The handsome men are not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;3. The handsome and nice men are gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual men aremarried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nicemen, have no money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nicemen with money think we are only after theirmoney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;7. The handsome men without money are after ourmoney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;8. The handsome men, who are not so nice andsomewhat heterosexual, don't think we arebeautiful enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;9. The men who think we are beautiful, that areheterosexual, somewhat nice and have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;money,are cowards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;10. The men who are somewhat handsome,somewhat nice and have some money and thankGod are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKETHE FIRST MOVE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;11. The men who never make the firstmove, automatically lose interest in us when wetake the initiative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW, WHO THE HELL UNDERSTANDS MEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;"Men are like a fine wine.They all start out like grapes, andit's our job to stomp on them and keepthem in the dark until they mature into somethingyou'd like to have dinner with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562660-111686706578404178?l=theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111686706578404178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8562660/posts/default/111686706578404178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincesdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/following-is-obviously-thought-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981209607187507816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
