<?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-5891347307266900421</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:32:47.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PRISCILLA.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-2893921075947855800</id><published>2010-09-16T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:56:00.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Just Pathetic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/vheyqx.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SOME PEOPLE ARE PLAIN LOSERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You claim I'm a&lt;i&gt; "spoiled bratty rich betch"&lt;/i&gt; who gets whatever I want just because my &lt;i&gt;"parents are loaded"&lt;/i&gt;. Wtf buddy... I've had enough. Look at you, always putting up a tough exterior looking all gang'd-up and stuff. Trying to rid people off / scare them using your tough gang look, and using that to dominate everyone? Oh please. Who likes you? Hahaha, you don't even listen to anyone and when I shame you out in front of your face, you pull that 'I'm tough, go away' attitude. Lol, how pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/30skeme.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HOW DO YOU LIKE &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; 'SCARY' LOOK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; PREDDY GREAT RIGHT? THANKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to you, honey. I can be just as horrifying looking as you - I just choose not to. ;) I didn't do anything to you, and neither have I ever talked to you fully. You just shoot me negative comments and it's just like, wtf? &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your father big business man is it? Chey.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Your mother is a doctor, so what?"&lt;/i&gt; My response... &lt;b&gt;NO, REALLY, SO WHAT?&lt;/b&gt; It's amazing how you even know my mother's a doctor when I don't even talk to you much - and not only that, you start harassing me partially because of that? &lt;u&gt;Jealousy kills, sweetie.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-2893921075947855800?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2893921075947855800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=2893921075947855800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/2893921075947855800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/2893921075947855800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-people-are-plain-losers.html' title='You&apos;re Just Pathetic.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/vheyqx_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-9215603965057890254</id><published>2010-09-15T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T17:55:00.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Priscilla.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/11cft3r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still the same. &lt;br /&gt;Exams suck. &lt;br /&gt;Jeremy my baby boy, I love him to pieces. &lt;br /&gt;Valerie, my dear finally got together with her hottieboy. ;) &lt;br /&gt;Winkwink. &lt;br /&gt;Happy happy relationships. &lt;br /&gt;But my bro Darren broke up with his girl.&lt;br /&gt;...All still good mates. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder how.&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' the time spent shopping.&lt;br /&gt;With my girlies.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, you're cool too.&lt;br /&gt;Live life, party hard.&lt;br /&gt;Spin the bottle, truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses, long and deep.&lt;br /&gt;Planning another overseas trip this holiday with fam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-9215603965057890254?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/9215603965057890254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=9215603965057890254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/9215603965057890254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/9215603965057890254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-priscilla.html' title='Love, Priscilla.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/11cft3r_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-2481881519447974268</id><published>2010-09-14T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:56:07.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal With It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/m7cboj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look strange. Deal with it. This was quite some time ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it has been a long time since I updated this public blog of mine. I'll update more in the next two days, I promise. Gotta go now. Take care sweethearts. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-2481881519447974268?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2481881519447974268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=2481881519447974268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/2481881519447974268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/2481881519447974268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/09/deal-with-it.html' title='Deal With It.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/m7cboj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-944761725047209858</id><published>2010-04-13T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:16:57.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh Damn It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2qa3g5v.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;CAN'T FACE THE WORLD ANYMOREEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-944761725047209858?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/944761725047209858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=944761725047209858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/944761725047209858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/944761725047209858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohhh-damn-it.html' title='Ohhh Damn It.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2qa3g5v_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-3703258081294421929</id><published>2010-04-06T15:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:51:13.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Treasured.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/68bji1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Love you guys, x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/333y43o.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O W N E D .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O W N E D .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O W N E D .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I approve of it. Well said.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Demented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nutty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daft.&lt;br /&gt;Useless.&lt;br /&gt;Idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;Moronic.&lt;br /&gt;Delirious.&lt;br /&gt;Mental.&lt;br /&gt;Psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;Senseless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Losers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason to steep down to your level of stupidity to deal with you lot of people not even worth my time. Literally. ;) You win, because I don't even want to start this nuisance you created. Like I care at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topped Maths test in class,&amp;nbsp; bruthaaaa. Guess who's happy now? Hur. Not only I get my LV bag but&amp;nbsp; I'mma going for a shopping spree&amp;nbsp; because of that. Worth it all, baby. Yep, that's right. I get to splurge on whatever I want with Mummy's credit card. Well, I won't got that far as to get &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; - I have my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture flood on private blog. Warning you all in advance. :P&amp;nbsp; I love you guys. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-3703258081294421929?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3703258081294421929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=3703258081294421929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/3703258081294421929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/3703258081294421929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/forever-treasured.html' title='Forever Treasured.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/68bji1_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-7312036605831758472</id><published>2010-04-02T00:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T17:49:46.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts Of You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/ibjqsi.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain people should learn to get over things. And I'm not enumerating any names, so think about it. What I did was not even a big deal or anything, and in fact, it was perfectly fine and had no faults at all. Who are you to command me on what to do? And based on what do you think I'm going to carry out your specific "&lt;i&gt;imperatives&lt;/i&gt;"? Dream on, buddy, dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of certain people's rigmarole talk. Maths test today went considerably facilely. Pretty mirthful about that. Just hoping it actually reflects on the marks so I can swipe Mummy's credit card @ Louis Vuitton.&amp;nbsp; Oh gorgeous bag. Obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it was an average day for me.&amp;nbsp; H2h talk with &lt;b&gt;Clarissa&lt;/b&gt;. (hence the pic on the left so there's some relation?) Thanks for confiding in me dear. Remember I'll always be here for you if you ever need me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to &lt;b&gt;baby boy Jeremy ♥&lt;/b&gt; on the phone until midnight. After hanging up the phone, he sms'd me another good night. Hah, kuteeee. Almost 1am already. Time to "hit the sack" (hahah Valarie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-7312036605831758472?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7312036605831758472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=7312036605831758472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/7312036605831758472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/7312036605831758472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoughts-of-you.html' title='Thoughts Of You.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/ibjqsi_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-7058735317423393931</id><published>2010-03-29T23:20:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:48:29.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/35bcm0w.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hii sweeties. :) Sorry for kind of abandoning this blog of mine. Been slaving over Maths because I need to ace the test so Mummy will get me that beautiful bag. Oh, how. Halfway there, halfway there! I'll make sure it comes to my possession. ♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl highlighted her hair and okay, I've got to admit sissy, I do &lt;strike&gt;love&lt;/strike&gt; like it. Yes, &lt;i&gt;jealousy&lt;/i&gt;. :( With that &lt;b&gt;Mr. Teo&lt;/b&gt; around me scrutinizing on weekdays, a strand of dyed hair would seriously equate to a heck load of noise from him. Shuckz. I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with &lt;b&gt;babyboy Jeremy &lt;/b&gt;♥,&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Valerie&lt;/b&gt; deary, her &lt;b&gt;hottieboy &lt;/b&gt;:P and &lt;b&gt;Jason L&lt;/b&gt;. Hahaha (x million) - Jason is seriously one of the fregging funniest guy ever. Chilll'd at Macs for some snacks and drinks. Jason was hungry until he cannot take it, so just went there. Got myself some fries and everyone robbed it and left me not much. Yuuu guys are so gr33dyx. Then while Jason was chomping on his burger, I went to reply the messages on blog and that Valerie supposedly "started a trend" to tag on my blog with mobile web HUH. So much for "trend". &lt;i&gt;*cough*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darren &lt;/b&gt;kor got his girlfriend &lt;b&gt;Claire &lt;/b&gt;over for dinner on last night. Chillaxing in front of the television on the comfy sofa with them and Cheryl = &lt;i&gt;the life to live.&lt;/i&gt; HAHAHA. (Y) Ah dude it was fun anyhow. Music on full blast for half the time too rocking with the tunes? Hahaha, it sure was a crazy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend, catching up with &lt;b&gt;Valen&lt;/b&gt;!! :) Cheryl too. We have not seen him for fregging &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Too bad Darren's got soccer otherwise he'd be joining us, pshhh. So much for&lt;i&gt; "wanting to catch up"&lt;/i&gt; huh Darrrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kay guys, I cut Cheryl out of the pic because I don't  want her coming after me again kthx (L).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-7058735317423393931?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7058735317423393931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=7058735317423393931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/7058735317423393931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/7058735317423393931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/kay-guys-i-cut-cheryl-out-of-pic.html' title='You&apos;re My Love.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/35bcm0w_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-5861394756893348455</id><published>2010-03-26T23:49:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:59:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Amis Rules.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2me5tav.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ION &lt;/b&gt;again before &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lesamis.com.sg/webtop/index1.html"&gt;Les Amis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; dinner with Mummy and Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed her that sweet azz  bag in &lt;b&gt;Louis Vuitton&lt;/b&gt; and she said I can get it depending on my results for the upcoming Maths test &lt;i&gt;lykohsh0tt&lt;/i&gt;! I'm gonna ace that test and get that  bag &lt;i&gt;*dazes off*&lt;/i&gt; watch meee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the main reason is to purchase the &lt;b&gt;crystals&lt;/b&gt;. It's actually for an auntie's birthday gift. Bet she'll love it ttm. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's getting her hair &lt;b&gt;styled &lt;/b&gt;on Sunday. Should I get mine too? Rebond it again or something... ah, not sure. Cheryl's getting highlights and fringe cut. Confused state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Daddy in Les Amis after he dropped off at work. FAR OUT. Such a jaw dropping restaurant. Would love to go there again. Ambience is amazing. Food's good tooz. I especially loved the dessert omg. Not sure what it's called but it's really sweet and soft and aahhh heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting dear babyboy Jeremy ♥ and Valerie tomorrow. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the short update. Rushing to go to sleep. xo Take care sweeties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-5861394756893348455?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/5861394756893348455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/5861394756893348455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/les-amis-rules.html' title='Les Amis Rules.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2me5tav_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-4234759185208196524</id><published>2010-03-25T23:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T12:14:31.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louis Vuitton Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2njlgmg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With Kailin deaaaar. x&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yus, guess what? Out for dinner tomorrow with family, AGAIN. At &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lesamis.com.sg/webtop/index1.html"&gt;Les Amis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos Daddy went to this place the other time when he was meeting with a client and commented on how the food was pretty guud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mummy &lt;i&gt;had &lt;/i&gt;to try it, so he reserved a place for tomorrow evening. Yeeey yey yey. :) &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Smart and elegant dress code"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; - oh hahaha. Got to come straight home from school then, and prepare. No slacking around after school tomorrow, guyz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lesamis.com.sg/webtop/index1.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0/" height="300" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/t7coyg.png" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looks so elegant. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went to &lt;b&gt;ION &lt;/b&gt;today with my sist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed in to &lt;b&gt;Dior&lt;/b&gt;. That Cheryl couldn't resist getting that particular fragrance. Ah, darn. But I got to admit, the smell is reaaally unbelievably nice. So shan't blame her for that. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zara&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Valentino&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Topshop &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(yey!)&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Body Shop&lt;/b&gt;, and to &lt;b&gt;Swarovski&lt;/b&gt;. Cheryl showed me the crystals Mummy was deciding to get. Like thousand plus bucks? Shut. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to &lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Louis Vuitton&lt;/b&gt;, which I saw a bag that made my heart melt. Hahaha, forget it. Mummy's going to be quite mad if I bought another bag yet from Louis Vuitton without her consent... at this price. &lt;i&gt;Must. Stop. Going. To. Shops.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, stopped by &lt;b&gt;The Taiyaki &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Tori Q&lt;/b&gt; to get some snacks before cabbing home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-4234759185208196524?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4234759185208196524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=4234759185208196524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/4234759185208196524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/4234759185208196524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/les-amis-tomorrow.html' title='Louis Vuitton Love.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2njlgmg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-3847080416176746489</id><published>2010-03-23T22:42:00.059+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:57:22.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2vllm34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Why do I look like the older one here? Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheryl&lt;/b&gt;'s probably gonna keeel me for this. x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess whaaat? &lt;b&gt;Mr. Teo&lt;/b&gt; actually did not pick on me and said anything to me today - at all!! How freggin' amazing is that? :O &lt;b&gt;Reen &lt;/b&gt;said to me at the end of the day, &lt;i&gt;"Oh my gosh, that m'st'Teo didn't say anything to you today leh!!"&lt;/i&gt; Then right at the moment, I realized how true she was. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my &lt;b&gt;babyboy Jeremy ♥&lt;/b&gt; today after school for a shop around at &lt;b&gt;VivoCity&lt;/b&gt;. Managed to get a top at &lt;b&gt;Forever 21&lt;/b&gt; for about $49.99 (if I didn't remember wrongly). It was so pretty I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; could not resist my temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I chanced upon &lt;b&gt;Germaine &lt;/b&gt;whom I have not seen for &lt;i&gt;years&lt;/i&gt;!! Wow it was really shocking. I heard someone called out my name - quite hesitantly, in fact. I turned back and there she was!! Haha. She's still the good old Germaine I know. :) She was with a friends shopping around as well. Stopped and had a chat with her for a while, and managed to grab hold and exchanged numbers too. Then we bid farewell, and promised to keep in touch. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy SMS'd me afterwards, asking me where I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; At VivoCity with Jeremy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy: &lt;/b&gt;You having dinner with him or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;Uh idk yet maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy: &lt;/b&gt;K. Cos we going to Tung Lok tonight for dinner. If you want, ask him to join us yeah?&lt;/div&gt;Asked Jeremy whether he wanted to join us for dinner at Tung Lok or not, and he was like so paiseh you know. He kept on saying no no no no no continuously.&amp;nbsp; Then I said that &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt;, my Mummy invited you so you don't have to be so shy lahhhhhh. Hahha. Blah blah. He finally gave in and said he'll come. :) Whooppeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;Yup Jeremy coming. Meet you where @ wat time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. ^^ Luvly dinner with Jeremy. Perhaps pretty awkward, him around my family at first, but thanks Daddy &amp;amp; Mummy for being so casual around him. :) And he knew Cheryl and Darren a bit anyways, so it became less awkward afterwards. Dropped him off near his place and drove straight home. That kutie, ^^ kept thanking parents haha. But then they said&lt;i&gt; "No, no, definitely not. Treat it as a thank you from us for treating Priscilla so well"&lt;/i&gt; Aw, ilyy.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to rush my homework. Take care sweetieeeez. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-3847080416176746489?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3847080416176746489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=3847080416176746489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/3847080416176746489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/3847080416176746489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-do-i-look-like-older-one-here-ahem.html' title='Just A Day.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2vllm34_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-8734959497662558680</id><published>2010-03-22T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:04:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say It, L-O-V-E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/351imu9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ameliaaa love again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Haha, she asked me to "darken/hide" her face so nobody can see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; since it's quite "ugly" as according to her. &lt;b&gt;WHERE GOT?! :@&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey sweeties. How's you all's first day back at school? Haha, back to school again. And not a very good start for me. That &lt;b&gt;Mr. Teo&lt;/b&gt; went on reprimanding me on how&lt;i&gt; "unacceptable"&lt;/i&gt; my hair was. And how my skirt was being pulled up. Uh, like seriously, get a life!! And get your eyes checked perhaps? I hardly ever pull my skirt up and it's not even short. It's the damn length my skirt is!! It's my size for goodness' sake. Is he suggesting to me to get a bigger skirt which means I will not be able to fit it... therefore making my skirt drop? Is that what he wants? Lol ok sozzies. Anyway, secondly, my hair... tied up, pinned perfectly. Yet, it's still not up to his standards. I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;swear &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;he's out there to get me especially. WHAT HAVE I DONE TO HIM!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valen's &lt;b&gt;awezum &lt;/b&gt;photoshoot picz he did!!&lt;br /&gt;Aw I dearly miss yoo guys soo much... &lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2ed70yd.jpg" width="138" /&gt; &lt;img height="200" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/xe255f.jpg" width="133" /&gt; &lt;img height="200" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/w7iiyp.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA, free promoting on my blog Valen, thank me okeys!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-8734959497662558680?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8734959497662558680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=8734959497662558680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/8734959497662558680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/8734959497662558680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/say-it-l-o-v-e.html' title='Say It, L-O-V-E.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/351imu9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-2594918860746887165</id><published>2010-03-21T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:10:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Went Well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2588abl.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2588abl.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameliaaa, classmate. Loved. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, my &lt;b&gt;baby boy ♥&lt;/b&gt; is so kute!! Haha. Also, he typed up the &lt;a href="http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-jeremy.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt; on my blog and didn't press publish so I had to publish it for him this morning. And thanks to him for posting such an unglamorous photo HAH. Even says so by Valerie dear. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaayy, the party yesterday was all &lt;b&gt;well&lt;/b&gt;! Except the weather didn't quite co-operate with us. The rain kind of cleared up though, so went to the outside pool. Though we spent some time staying in the indoor's and spa. Oh, how I love you spa pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank yoo maids for &lt;b&gt;BBQing &lt;/b&gt;most of our food!! Though we all wanted to BBQ things also, so we all took turns to help them ^^. Honey glazed chicken wings loved. Randy stoleee the last piece &lt;i&gt;*sob*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played &lt;b&gt;Truth or Dare&lt;/b&gt; indoors after our swim/food/etc. &lt;i&gt;(It always feels good when you swim, bathe, turn on the air con inside even though ours is pretty much always on)&lt;/i&gt; ANYWAY, we all found out some truths about others... mwahahah! But we promised whatever was said that night, stays where it came out from. &lt;i&gt;(Okay, that didn't make sense at all) &lt;/i&gt;But you know what we mean - &lt;b&gt;MOUTHS SHUT&lt;/b&gt;. Hahaha, and one of the dares suggested by &lt;b&gt;Felicia&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;"Call Kenneth and tell him you loveee him oh so much!!"&lt;/i&gt; And it was Andrew's dare. HAHAHA!! Kenneth's reaction damn classic, I tell you. He was like, &lt;i&gt;"Uh, Andrew ah? You okay or not?"&lt;/i&gt; Lol and then we all cracked up laughing... though it only lasted for a few seconds before everything was exposed. Perfect response. So calm LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-2594918860746887165?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2594918860746887165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=2594918860746887165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/2594918860746887165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/2594918860746887165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/party-went-well.html' title='Party Went Well.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/2588abl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-4287021518497661277</id><published>2010-03-20T17:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:11:14.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jeremy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/fefepi.jpg" width="53" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;hey baby girll, =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeremy here!! you never told me about this blog of yours leh. haha, jason told me about it when he posted a message on here. anyway we are on your laptop now... waiting to change into swimming things and go join u guys down there. i get the privilege to post on ur blog LOL. think u shud log out everytime u have a party or w/e coz especially this jason...uh as u know him.. no need to explain right. hahah mumbling on abt things to kill waiting time.your parents areee indescribable in a good way..so cool, HAHA..and your brother darren and sis cheryl.HAHAHA help you to randomly post a random pic since all ur post got pics. CRAZY girl baby. okaay andy's out.. my turn to go in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love youuu my pris-cess =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-4287021518497661277?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4287021518497661277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=4287021518497661277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/4287021518497661277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/4287021518497661277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-jeremy.html' title='From Jeremy.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/fefepi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-5050629374094054778</id><published>2010-03-19T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:10:53.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be The World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/ok2wxy.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally returned &lt;b&gt;Singapore &lt;/b&gt;from &lt;b&gt;Amsterdam &lt;/b&gt;flight. Whew. Absolutely worth the trip. It's a superbly beaaauutiful place, trust me. :) Too bad it wasn't longer, otherwise we'd have more time to go to more places!! (well duh) My (sleeping) timings are all corrupted. -.- Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired, still, to upload pictures. So my Hazel(lily), patience okay? LOL. Haha, anyway, friends, it'll be on &lt;a href="http://www.priscillalee-x.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.priscillalee-x.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; soon enough. :) It's worth the wait hahaha, I shall make you see the beauty of the place and make you go &lt;i&gt;"WOAH"&lt;/i&gt;, alrighty? Stay tuned, you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnyway, &lt;b&gt;party @ my place tomorrow!!&lt;/b&gt; The much looked forward thing hahahaha (oh yeps). BBQ, swim, spa... so bring you swimming stuff. &lt;i&gt;*prays for good weather* &lt;/i&gt;Otherwise, we'll just head into the indoor pool/spa. :) Ohh yes. It's going to be fun!! Mummy ordered &lt;b&gt;*@(#&lt;/b&gt;loads of yummy food so you guys can come hog the food tooz. Especially directed to you, Jason-L. *ahem*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-5050629374094054778?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5050629374094054778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=5050629374094054778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/5050629374094054778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/5050629374094054778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-world.html' title='Be The World.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/ok2wxy_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-2424639693610230208</id><published>2010-03-15T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:10:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To Amsterdam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.tinypic.com/v7xs9h.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/v7xs9h.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to &lt;b&gt;Amsterdam &lt;/b&gt;in a few hours' time! Leaving for the airport pretty soon. Just for 3 days though. Blehs, wish it would be longer but then, on the bright side, big big party with those wacky girlies and guys when I get back. ^^ Looking forward to that, surely! But til' then, don't miss me too much *grin*, will be back with lots of photos on my private blog! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys! xo.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I love yoouuuu, Jeremy. Your hugs are the warmest and your kisses are the sweetest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Be back soon sweeeetie. Thanks for last night. You're the bestest. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-2424639693610230208?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2424639693610230208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=2424639693610230208&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/2424639693610230208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/2424639693610230208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/off-to-amsterdam.html' title='Off To Amsterdam.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/v7xs9h_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-4112043375348157962</id><published>2010-03-10T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:10:59.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/j5iaoi.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing fascinating to blog about, so how about blogging about this cowardly loser right here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stated in her name field, she claims to be &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Better Than Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Then follows the statements of how I am an &lt;b&gt;"effing ugly betch"&lt;/b&gt;, and that I should&lt;b&gt; "shut my ugly mouth and my ugly face"&lt;/b&gt;. Woah, she's got such great wide vocabulary to bring across her thoughts, right? Not to mention spelling too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, how can someone be so thick skinned? Mentioning how &lt;b&gt;"Jeremy pities me so he unwillingly became my boyfriend"&lt;/b&gt;. Uhh... where should I even start? If he was unwilling in the first place, why the heck would HE ask ME to be his girlfriend? And so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jeremy is not yours, so watch out"&lt;/b&gt;. OKAY SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HECK? What do you mean he's not mine? This statement is so unbelievably flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not explicitly mentioned, we all know who you are, "Better Than You". So next time you want to comment on my blog, feel free to use the name your parents gave you, and we shall proceed from there henceforth. Thank you for visiting my blog, "Better Than You" - much appreciated. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-4112043375348157962?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4112043375348157962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=4112043375348157962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/4112043375348157962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/4112043375348157962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-nothing-fascinating-to-blog.html' title='Better Than Me.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/j5iaoi_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-536429044998523937</id><published>2010-03-06T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:34:57.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Arms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i50.tinypic.com/9lip0n.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/9lip0n.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey sweeeties. Uploaded that massive batch of photos again, from today's outing @ &lt;a href="http://www.priscillalee-x.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.priscillalee-x.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Valerie's expressions are darn straight classic. :) Had humongous loads loads of fun today! I love you guys so much, xo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the &lt;b&gt;Zoo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(lmao, I know)&lt;/i&gt; just for the sake of it, with my dearest baby boy &lt;b&gt;Jeremy&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Valerie&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Clarissa&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;KaiLin&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;b&gt; Jason-L&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;JunRong &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Andrew&lt;/b&gt;. ^^ Whole bunch of people &lt;i&gt;(some of which act like they belong to the Zoo itself cougcough) &lt;/i&gt;going into the Zoo = reaaal funny. All posed with the monkeeeys (Y) awesome. Long time haven't visited the Zoo omg. (: It's brilliant as always. Ew @ snakes though, ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, headed to &lt;b&gt;McDonalds &lt;/b&gt;for late&lt;i&gt;(ish)&lt;/i&gt; lunch. Then Andrew had to leave at that time. So the remaining of us went to my house to slack on kor's PS3&lt;i&gt; (hehehe)&lt;/i&gt;, TV, etc, and uploading photos from all our cameras onto my laptop. Lol, I'm flooded with photos from today!! Blasted music, and Lady Gagagaga, rah rah rahhhhh. Bad Romance was stuck in my head at that time. Oh, darn! Us girls had nothing better to do, so we just waaasted my make up for nothing. It was fun, though. And KaiLin that mad girl drew her eyeliner thick just for fun!! IT WAS MAD HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will update soon. Love you guys, xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-536429044998523937?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/536429044998523937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=536429044998523937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/536429044998523937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/536429044998523937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-sweeeties.html' title='In Your Arms.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/9lip0n_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-1699808013440390367</id><published>2010-03-03T22:13:00.069+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:15:24.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Kiss, Jeremy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2mecm03.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Decided to go to Amsterdam. *cheer* Whole family's going. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; baby boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Jeremy &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;after school. Headed down to watch my kor&lt;b&gt;/&lt;/b&gt;older brother&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Darren's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; soccer game, since we didn't really have anything to do. Kor's girlfriend, &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Claire&lt;/b&gt;, his and her friends were there too, hahaha. Wow, it's like an after school spot I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanged around with them and got to know some of those older girls. Not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much of an age difference between me and them but hey, still. Sat down with Jeremy on the grass and had a casual chat too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when Claire first saw me there, she immediately screamed my name out, waved, and I walked towards her. Then when I crept closer to her, reached within speaking distance, she quickly said, &lt;i&gt;"This is Jeremy right?!"&lt;/i&gt;. I swear I was like,&lt;i&gt; "whoa, psychic, much?"&lt;/i&gt;. Turns out Darren spilled everything out to her already. Damn you Darren!! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(hope you don't see this)&lt;/span&gt; If she knows about Jeremy, then I wonder what OTHER things about me she knows... Oh well, Claire's coooooolie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, Darren went off with Claire to go somewhere to get some things for herself. And to get himself some necessities he needed but lacked for Amsterdam trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice sitting down on the field, on the grass together with Jeremy as the sun set. Somehow crossed on the topic about &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;"Kissing"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(how J.R + S.LXH *ahem*... if you remember, good. If you don't, too bad)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he suddenly said, &lt;i&gt;"you know we haven't ahem uh kissed before"&lt;/i&gt;. Ok, I swear that was flowing in my mind before he said that. Scary... Then I just anyhow what the heck said &lt;i&gt;"WELLL you're the boy... so uhhhhhh"&lt;/i&gt;. Awkwaaaard. 0_o He followed with a, &lt;i&gt;"So are you suggesting you want me to kiss you izzzzzit!?" &lt;/i&gt;Hahahahaha. Then I laughed, and said, "OH SURE. Let's do it how they do it in the movies, yeah, yeah, dramatically pull me and grab my damn head and kiss me HAHAHAHAHA!!" Omg cracking with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, the atmosphere quietened down. *suitable music plays* Jeremy replies, &lt;i&gt;"No, Priscilla, I am serious. *serious face, obviously* I love you very much. So let me kiss you baby..."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;AND THERE WE GO... MY FIRST KISS WITH JEREMY!!!&lt;/b&gt; (ok, I kind of get the idea we are preeeeetty slow on this but HEY) Then well, at that time, I was pretty speechless... and Jeremy, so relaxed, laughed like mad and said,&lt;i&gt; "HAHAHA GOT YA. I'm such a good actor maaaan. You asked for a dramatic one right, there you go."&lt;/i&gt; OH LOL JEREMY, LOL. x_x But that sure lessened the tension. Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-1699808013440390367?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1699808013440390367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=1699808013440390367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/1699808013440390367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/1699808013440390367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-kiss-jeremy.html' title='First Kiss, Jeremy.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/2mecm03_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-6323119083915382304</id><published>2010-03-01T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:35:09.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Amsterdam?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/iyzmgh.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy brought up the idea of us going to &lt;b&gt;Amsterdam &lt;/b&gt;in the March holidays... for holiday, obviously. The question is, &lt;i&gt;YES OR NO?&lt;/i&gt; I don't really know whether I want to go or not. Kind of vaguely planned some "Wacky March Holidays" with the girlies already, too. Annd my babeyy boy Jeremy... darn! We haven't exactly planned on how many days we would be going for, however. So if it's for a couple of days, I might as well go, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-6323119083915382304?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6323119083915382304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=6323119083915382304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/6323119083915382304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/6323119083915382304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-amsterdam.html' title='To Amsterdam?'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/iyzmgh_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-9190769627817952081</id><published>2010-02-26T15:52:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:26:21.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is He?</title><content type='html'>Daddy flew off to China again, yesterday, for yet another business trip. Mummy's not back home yet. And that brother of mine is blasting his PS3 games with his friends in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh! Where's Jeremy!? That dudeeeey were supposed to be here about 15 minutes ago. Late? Duhhhh. We'll be heading out later to VivoCity. &lt;i&gt;(again, I know, blehx)&lt;/i&gt; Any OTHER suggestions of where to go? Everywhere seems pretty normal to me. Recommendations pleeeeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img651.imageshack.us/img651/5092/image1ds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just randomly found out from my Dad a few days ago that the reunion meal at &lt;a href="http://www.myhumblehouse.com.sg/"&gt;My Humble House &lt;/a&gt;we had with family/relatives was over a thousand bucks $1000+. The food was above average, it wasn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; spectacular. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry for the lack of updates. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Homework piles and piles. Can't wait for the upcoming March holidays, though! Shall plan the wackiest and most funnest holidays ever with those hunniez of mine. :) You guys up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update and tag replies when I get back. Love you allz my sweetieeeez. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-9190769627817952081?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/9190769627817952081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=9190769627817952081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/9190769627817952081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/9190769627817952081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-is-he.html' title='Where Is He?'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-2900786484742586716</id><published>2010-02-14T20:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:04:56.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>140210 ♥ ILY JEREMY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/28iyge9.png" style="padding: 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;140210 ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you &lt;b&gt;Jeremy&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sweetheart... oh, what he did for me today is indescribable. The boy whom I've admired from afar, the boy whom I fell in love with unexpectedly, is now my baby boy. :) They say the best feeling in this world is knowing the person who you like, likes you back. If you have disbelief in this quote, well, trust me - don't; because it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(CONTINUED...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jeremy as my Valentine for the day/year at around 6-7pm at Central. When I reached there, Jeremy was there already. He claimed that he just reached, which I still am unsure about. Haha. Then he handed me a &lt;b&gt;cuteeee bear with a heart and chocolates plus a rose&lt;/b&gt;. My heart melted. He said &lt;i&gt;"Happy Valentines"&lt;/i&gt; to me. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc etc, then I asked where those guys (and girlz) are, and he said that they'll be late. Okay then, I thought. Shall brief the following unimportant parts up. Had dinner with him, and they still haven't come!! Yeah, I admit I somewhat found it strange. But I liked the moment we shared together alone. Finished dinner, had a slow talk and walk down the river. At that time, the sky was dark-ish already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THEN CAME THE MOMENT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nothing big. We were halfway through on the bridge already, when Jeremy suddenly turned to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"You know, I didn't give you those chocolates, roses and bear just because you're my Valentine for the day... I'm going mad inside right now and I HAVE TO SAY THIS TONIGHT after getting the guts to even ask you to be my valentines, but will you not only be my valentines today, but tomorrow, the week, month after and forever??"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. I swear. I swear I was so shocked, so surprised, so out of this world, until I could have jumped off the bridge out of insanity. But of course I didn't. At that moment, I didn't know what to do. Okay, come on, sympathize with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze in mid air. Then at that time, Jeremy looked like he was going to BURST HAHAHAH!!! Just kidding. He stared at me. Waiting for a respond. I was super blur after that shock. First thing that came to mind was &lt;i&gt;"what do you mean?"&lt;/i&gt; so I just immediately blurted that out. Anyway, I wanted to make sure, right? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Will you be my girlfriend?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me, as an emotional pig, I rolled a tear and said yes, of course. And then he hugged me. Awww. :'( Then suddenly, out of the blue, I heard a familiar voice. A scream. Or cheer. From &lt;b&gt;Valerie&lt;/b&gt;, then &lt;b&gt;Hazel&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Daniel&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;KaiLin&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jason-L&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Edwin&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Rachel &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;JunHao&lt;/b&gt;!! The rushed towards me and oh, first thing I thought... was of them being secretive cheeky things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They planned it all beforehand. How sly and cunning... oh and well planned out. But I really appreciated it. It was so sweet of them. :) Couldn't help but roll more tears... OF JOY!! I hugged Valerie and all of them. Best Valentines... &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were done with the day, we parted. Said good bye AND THANK YOU to them all. Yesss, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valerie, Hazel, Daniel, KaiLin, Jason-L, Edwin, Rachel and JunHao! You guys rock. ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Valerie wanted to tag to my house, but then she said, &lt;i&gt;"Ai ya, shan't bother with you two HAVE A GOOD NIGHT pssssst Pris tell me what happen tomorrow okok bye bye!" *runs away with Hazel, with Hazel saying "SEE YOU DARLING"* &lt;/i&gt;Hahaha I love 'emmmm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jeremy left. Hailed for a cab. He said he'd send me home. ^^ Kuteeee sweeeetie. It was almost midnight already then. On the cab, I asked him, "Ey, you plan this all is it?" He said yes, with the idea from Valerie &amp;amp; them. Haha. Then had a talk with him, reached home. Told him no need to send me up but he insisted. At the lobby lift while waiting, I told him I had a wonderful day, probably the best day in my life. No need to send me right to my doorstep. He finally gave in and said, &lt;i&gt;"Alright. First day together... actually, first few hours together... lets take it slowly, GOOD BYE HAND SHAKE?"&lt;/i&gt; Hahahahahha lmao. Then I shook his hand. Then suggested, &lt;i&gt;"how about a good bye hug instead?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-2900786484742586716?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2900786484742586716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=2900786484742586716&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/2900786484742586716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/2900786484742586716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/140210-ily-jeremy.html' title='140210 ♥ ILY JEREMY.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/28iyge9_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-4498004053572544499</id><published>2010-02-13T11:29:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:15:35.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beats For You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/t9ttmu.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HEY SWEETIES. ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy CNY Eve to all out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be heading down to &lt;a href="http://www.myhumblehouse.com.sg/"&gt;My Humble House&lt;/a&gt; with my family and meeting relatives there for reunion dinner. :) Daddy booked the reservations. I questioned him whether the restaurant's nice or not, and he directed me to the website as linked and asked me to see for myself. HAHA. So I did. Looks pretty nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go have a bath and start preparing now. My sissy got this heck good mascara (according to her) the other day and she's gonna let me try today. Moohahaha. But not sure which to use, since she got a &lt;b&gt;Maybelline &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Lancome &lt;/b&gt;one, and she thinks both are just as good. So excited, rofl. MY MUMMY SAY SHE ALSO WANT TO TRY, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;b&gt;Jeremy &lt;/b&gt;will be my Valentines tomorrow. :O This is what happened, through SMS. I translated it from SMS language to proper English, since it's easier to read. But left the original SMS below if you find &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; easier to read, loololl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeremy: &lt;/b&gt;Hello Priscilla, how are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hellooo priscilla hw r u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Hey Jeremy :) I'm good, how about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hey jeremy :) im good, hbu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeremy: &lt;/b&gt;Good good. By the way, are you going anywhere tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;gud gud btw r u goin newhere tmr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Ummm, probably out with Valerie and stuff, but not sure yet... why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Umm, probably out with val &amp;amp; stuff but not sure yet... why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;eremy: &lt;/b&gt;Oh, ok. Because I was wondering if you want to join me for a couple valentines outing with the guys and their girlfriends... haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh ok cos woz wonderin if u want t join me for a couple valentines outing wif the guys &amp;amp; their gfs..haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Lol huh? Couple outing? But you know I'm single, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lol huh? Couple outing... but u know im single LOLLL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Jeremy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Yah lah, that's why I asked you. Since we're both single, you want to be my valentines for the day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Wait, you don't have a valentines yet, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ya la, dats y i ask u. since we both single, u want 2 be my valentines 4 th day???wait, u dun hv valentines yet rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Nope, lol. And sure thing, if you don't mind, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nop lol. &amp;amp; Suure, if u dont mind, hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeremy:&lt;/b&gt; Kk, uhh, wait, can I call you now? SMSing is super slow, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;kk uh wait can call u now? sms super slow lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Okay, call me now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ok call me nw :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then Jeremy called me. We talked and discussed stuff. Basically, will meet him tomorrow as his Valentines! =D I'm outta this worlddddd. His usual friends will be there too, along with their girlfriends. Hmms, I'm not &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;very super duper&lt;/i&gt; familiar with them but at least I know them and talk to them from time to time. So it wouldn't be that awkward. Not sure about some of their girlfriends though. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update when I get back. Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-4498004053572544499?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4498004053572544499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=4498004053572544499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/4498004053572544499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/4498004053572544499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/beats-for-you.html' title='Beats For You.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/t9ttmu_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-2649534368385567702</id><published>2010-02-09T15:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:09:30.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours Fit Perfectly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="306" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2qc1l6g.png" width="498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has been up lately. Another ton of apologies for not updating frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Valentines Day is approaching. Oh, that means CNY too. Sissy's boyfriend came over to our house for dinner last night. Got to know him more and he's really friendly. ^^ I approve! Hahaha! Just kidding. Cheryl will still continue her relationship with him even if I disapprove. Tsk tsk. Never listen to the youngsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WISHING MY SEXY VALERIE AND HER "HOTTIEBOY"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; A HAPPY 3 MONTHS ANNIVERSARY!!! ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeez Valerie. I needed to post that. And I used his out-of-this-world nickname to address him! Hottieboy. :) Hahahaha! Good times. And I don't think he reads my blog sooo it should be fine. Otherwise he'll come running after me and spilling coke all over my top on purpose just to get me back. BUT! I have Valerie as my defence. Kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL! Valentines day. Valerie and her hottieboy's gotta date on that day. Along with Hazel and Damien. Grrr &lt;i&gt;angryface&lt;/i&gt;. She asked me to come along but I know she don't want me to come but just asking for the sake of asking. How evil is that girl!? Plus I don't want to go and interfere with their love moments anyway, HAHAHA! Jkjkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to post for now. Shall update soon, I promiseeee. ♥ Stay tuned lovees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-2649534368385567702?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2649534368385567702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=2649534368385567702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/2649534368385567702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/2649534368385567702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/yours-fit-perfectly.html' title='Yours Fit Perfectly.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/2qc1l6g_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-1160684127308294133</id><published>2010-02-03T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:02:20.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love And Fairytale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/3169n6h.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey darlings. Apologies for the lack of update. Been living a pretty hectic life these past few days. Homework has flooded me like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BANG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Ugh, damn it. It draws my (social) life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after school today, I went down to &lt;b&gt;Popular &lt;/b&gt;with &lt;b&gt;Valerie &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;WeiLin&lt;/b&gt;. ^^ Got ourselves some stationery and books. Had a walk around and chatted, then departed our own ways. Shortly after, I met &lt;b&gt;Jeremy &lt;/b&gt;and his friends by chance. What a small world, and such a coincidence. Since I had nothing to do but head back home, I decided I shall join them for a while. They headed to &lt;b&gt;McDonalds &lt;/b&gt;and we slacked there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, I decided to zoom straight home since I had a&lt;i&gt; bag load of homework &lt;/i&gt;to complete by tomorrow so I bid good bye to them. Jeremy decided to tag along with me since he didn't have much to do anyway. I asked him&lt;i&gt; "you sure or not?!?!"&lt;/i&gt; hahaha and he replied &lt;i&gt;"of course!"&lt;/i&gt;. So sweet. I planned on taking a cab home but since he was so nice to follow me, I couldn't just say I'm going in a cab, right? He was going to take the MRT, thus, I just followed him and take. And plus I haven't took MRT since yonks anyway. ^^ Decided to drop at his station then take a cab from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached his station, got out of there, I was kindly invited to go up to his condo, since it was still early and I, as previously mentioned, needn't do much but go home. Mummy and Daddy was still at work, my jie and kor probably not at home so no point going back to no-one anyway... so I agreed. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I brought my swimming costume, though that'd be quite random, because I love swimming at different people's condo. The swimming pool at my house will always be there, thus I find no excitement in swimming at home, hahahaha. I know I'm... &lt;i&gt;strange&lt;/i&gt;. Headed up to his floor and just slacked there, pretty much. Had a share of his snacks whilst watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him I probably should head home to start on my homework&lt;i&gt; (coughexcusecough)&lt;/i&gt; but... he said I could do it there. And he could also help me. So I just did it there. Hahahaa omg lol. Then his mother came home after a while. I greeted her. She was so nice and young like omgnokidding. By that time, it was early evening already, and she invited me to stay for dinner. :O Felt like &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(CENSORED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I couldn't. Told her I had to go back home for dinner and she said maybe next time! ^^ Nice right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy sent me down and waited with me while I hailed for a cab. Sat there and had a quality talk. Because the  &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(CENSORED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cabs weren't at sight at all. Made me mad pissed. Okay, I know Jeremy doesn't have a blog, and not much people know my URL (my guess o.o) so I'm gonna come right out and say this: It was&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; awkward around him. Close friends will know why. o.o So finally, a cab came. When I was about to go on, he said good bye. Yep. And you know what he  &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(CENSORED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did? LIKE WHAT THE  &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(CENSORED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!? I couldn't  &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(CENSORED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HE HELD OUT HIS ARMS AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;FRIENDLILY HUGGED ME&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my  &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(CENSORED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was shocked. Speechless. I &lt;b&gt;did not&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;see that coming. At all. Then, I melted... I swear I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-1160684127308294133?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1160684127308294133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=1160684127308294133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/1160684127308294133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/1160684127308294133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-gives-fairytale.html' title='Love And Fairytale.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/3169n6h_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-9138356242582946487</id><published>2010-01-31T15:31:00.102+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:12:51.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hint Of Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2ikoyro.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;addy&lt;/b&gt;'s coming home from Europe tonight. But &lt;i&gt;FTW &lt;/i&gt;- I can't go to the airport to fetch him, because tomorrow's Monday. Which equates to school. Too bad. Wonder what he got me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed out to shop around &lt;b&gt;Ion Orchard&lt;/b&gt; with sweeties&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Valerie&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Clarissa&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jeremy, Shakinah&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;LiBin&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Andrew &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Jason &lt;/b&gt;wanted to come hang with us as well, so there... a whole load of people - more than we planned.&lt;i&gt; *phew, done listing* &lt;/i&gt;How typical of us. Anyway, &lt;b&gt;Darren &lt;/b&gt;couldn't tag along as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2uylnc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Topshop. Madly love it to the max. &lt;b&gt;Valerie&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Clarissa&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Shakinah &lt;/b&gt;&amp;amp; myself shopped in there for &lt;i&gt;goodness knows how long&lt;/i&gt;. Mad. mad. crazy. You get the point, don't you? More new year clothings for me. Yeah baby. Though it didn't really apply to &lt;b&gt;Shakinah&lt;/b&gt;, she joined us on this crazy spree. Grabbed the images online since they're a much better view of what they actually looked liked. Lazy to find exact pieces so somewhat similar was close enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="247" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/oiuh54.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img height="247" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2coj1b5.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="247" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/9u9kw3.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img height="247" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/feoqad.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="247" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/dbjexg.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img height="247" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2mn127t.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="247" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/15x8qd.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img height="247" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/14n1wz9.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="247" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2zgyjbq.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. Too lazy to go check. Whilst we were shopping in Topshop, &lt;b&gt;Jeremy, Jason&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Andrew &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;LiBin &lt;/b&gt;headed down to &lt;b&gt;Topman &lt;/b&gt;to shop. They got themselves some items, but not as much when compared to us girls. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;b&gt;Converse&lt;/b&gt;. Got myself nothing there. Though Jeremy got himself a pair. Looks so cool. Was tempted to get one, but nah, already got myself 2 pairs. Then to &lt;b&gt;DIVA&lt;/b&gt;. Got myself some earrings and necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to &lt;b&gt;Mango&lt;/b&gt;! Lovely shop with no too expensive clothings. Another big spreeee!!! ♥ Oh yeah, photos from mangoshop.com. Seriously very difficult to find the exact images... but tried my best to fit it as closely as possible, for some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="350" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/qz1axc.jpg" width="250" /&gt; &lt;img height="350" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2akb7dt.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/15x1qq9.jpg" width="250" /&gt; &lt;img height="350" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/ofqaoo.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/116hy0m.jpg" width="250" /&gt; &lt;img height="350" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/fdybf9.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="350" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/1zfk4tc.jpg" width="250" /&gt; &lt;img height="350" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/pwtus.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2emo948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lunched at &lt;b&gt;Swensen's&lt;/b&gt;. Not too bad. Kids meal ftww. :) Haha jk. Spaghetti is gooood. Delicious. The guys ate like pigs man. Total bill was around &lt;i&gt;hundred &lt;/i&gt;plus. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc, etc... shop walk talk, shop walk talk, shop walk talk, you get it, the usuals. Got &lt;i&gt;too &lt;/i&gt;much clothes already. EUGH! I have to get shoes shoes shoes!! And hand bags too, omg. Need to go back to Ion to Loius Vuitton with Mummy. Have to drag her there to get bags for me. Ahhhhh! So many things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy &lt;/b&gt;wants to go cut &amp;amp; style hair. She asked me whether I wanted to tag along. Maybe I should. Cut hair for new year. Should &lt;b&gt;rebond &lt;/b&gt;hair too. (Y) Yeah, I just made my decision right here. Any suggestions where to go? We don't really have a budget. Was thinking of the&lt;b&gt; Jean Yip&lt;/b&gt; one at &lt;b&gt;Ion&lt;/b&gt;, the one I passed by today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo tired right now. Shopping is a very tiring thing. Yet gives you satisfaction. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm very happy. Hung out with you today. ^^ When I smsed you asking whether you'd like to join us, you instantly replied with a yes and sure, of course! You've made me one very happy girl. But I'm afraid liking you will ruin our current friendship. So baby, I'm trying to act like nothing's changed, we're still those two normal friends, praying hard you won't look in my eyes and see through me. I've been wondering if you've ever liked me back even just for one split second... but we'll never know. I don't have the guts to confess my love for you. And when Valentines day comes around, I'll be the one thinking about you... ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-9138356242582946487?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/9138356242582946487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=9138356242582946487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/9138356242582946487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/9138356242582946487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/hint-of-love.html' title='Hint Of Love.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/2ikoyro_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-4560943806714458314</id><published>2010-01-30T15:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:18:28.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks In Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/af7plw.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, leaving rude comments on my tagboard won't get you anywhere. What does that tell everyone? HAHA. My time isn't as free as yours as to randomly chuck your needless words around people's blog. How fatuous. I laugh at it, and it gives me entertainment. Yeah, for like one second. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-4560943806714458314?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4560943806714458314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=4560943806714458314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/4560943806714458314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/4560943806714458314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-amazing.html' title='Sparks In Me.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/af7plw_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-7795807979374720168</id><published>2010-01-29T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:51:34.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking About You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/280m7oi.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I just did...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I fell in love with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/27memories/6891.html#cutid1"&gt;credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags will now be replied on the box below the tagboard. Phew! Took me a long time to reply to all tags on the box and to each respective's blog's tagboards. Glad that's over! I thought it looked very messy and huuuge with big clumps of tag replies in each entry, you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for not updating yesterday. Went out with &lt;b&gt;Hazel &lt;/b&gt;and her boyfriend, &lt;b&gt;Damien&lt;/b&gt;, to shop around. I felt like a super &lt;i&gt;"lightbulb"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(?!). Hazel last minute told me her boyfriend wanted to tag along, so that was that. After that, headed to &lt;b&gt;McDonalds&lt;/b&gt; for a somewhat early dinner. Mmm, so unhealthy yet pleasing. Headed over to Hazel's house after that. Slacked there, did nothing much, nor interesting. Then left her home not long after and cabbed home. Phew. I was quite tired so had a shower, scribbled my homework and tucked right into bed. Thanks for the day Hazel... and Damien. :P Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And TGIF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Woot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy's at Europe now.&lt;/b&gt; Sobsob. He keep on travelling to different places, not to mention famous, gorgeous and beautiful places around the world. Oh well, home's gonna be less quieter this weekend, again... Might be meeting &lt;b&gt;Valerie&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Darren&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Clarissa &lt;/b&gt;and all of them on Sunday. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S:&lt;/b&gt; Now, whenever I see your face, sms/talk to you, my heart trembles with fear. I hope... you don't see through me. I don't want to ruin this friendship, because this may be the furthest we may ever go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-7795807979374720168?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7795807979374720168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=7795807979374720168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/7795807979374720168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/7795807979374720168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/thinking-about-you.html' title='Thinking About You.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/280m7oi_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-1423832630558838234</id><published>2010-01-27T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:14:59.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling For You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2a61csx.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm falling for you, right in front of your eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet I'm guessing, you're absolutely clueless....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/heartsinink/2342.html#cutid1"&gt;credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cabbed&lt;/b&gt; to school today because I was running quite late, since I overslept. Luckily maid knocked on my door, otherwise I'd have pigged until noon. Stayed up superbly late last night to rush through last minute homework and crammed information for Social Studies test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of the&lt;b&gt; Social Studies test&lt;/b&gt;, I think I'd surely get a lousy mark. Did quite badly on it. Blame it on my last minute studying. Ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my Hazel lovee tomorrow after school. She rocks, because she actually saved me from loneliness at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-1423832630558838234?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1423832630558838234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=1423832630558838234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/1423832630558838234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/1423832630558838234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/falling-for-you.html' title='Falling For You.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/2a61csx_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-1716426895979032014</id><published>2010-01-25T16:55:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:04:54.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Nights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/28cja78.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ZhengRong&lt;/b&gt; scared the ()*#$ out of me today in school. Silently crept behind me and suddenly bang tap on my shoulders. Though it wasn't intentional, it shows how feeble I can be &lt;i&gt;sometimes&lt;/i&gt;, so please don't do what he did to me okays. -_- Anyway, he came up to tell me his little bro got fever and is sick so his mummy brought him to to KK hospital. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(whoops, had to leave yesterday, so am continuing now :S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/9ao3t2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for some reason, &lt;b&gt;ZhengRong&lt;/b&gt; knows my mummy works at &lt;b&gt;KK hospital @ Children's&lt;/b&gt;, he asked me to SMS my mummy to ask her if his little bro got see her. HAHA! So interesting. Therefore I SMS'd mummy. After &lt;b&gt;Maths &lt;/b&gt;lesson (period 2), received a reply from Mummy. Coincidentally enough, &lt;b&gt;ZhengRong&lt;/b&gt;'s little bro's doctor &lt;b&gt;IS MY MUMMY!&lt;/b&gt; She told me to tell ZhengRong that his little bro will be fine after his dosages of medicines. :) Hahahaha why am I in such a hype, I don't know. I &lt;i&gt;never fail &lt;/i&gt;to get excited when one of my mummy's patients are one of my friend/'s siblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/33xwyg8.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was stuck home alone with maids yesterday night. :( 'Cos my jie &amp;amp; kor - &lt;b&gt;Cheryl &amp;amp; Darren&lt;/b&gt; was out with their friends. And &lt;b&gt;Mummy &lt;/b&gt;worked OT for a bit when Daddy had "business" dinner with clients. And speaking of &lt;b&gt;Daddy&lt;/b&gt;, he's flying over to &lt;b&gt;Europe &lt;/b&gt;for a business trip for a couple of days. Forgot when. Think it's Friday? Coming back on Sunday night if I'm not wrong. So you see how bad this is? SOMEONE&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;" title="save me"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;救我&lt;/span&gt; CAN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/jpxw6g.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad Romance &lt;/b&gt;by Lady Gaga is stuck in my head right now. &lt;i&gt;*screams*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fivemiles/11360.html#cutid1" style="border: 0pt none;"&gt;credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-1716426895979032014?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1716426895979032014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=1716426895979032014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/1716426895979032014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/1716426895979032014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/two.html' title='Lonely Nights.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/28cja78_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891347307266900421.post-7583900371840038923</id><published>2010-01-23T03:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:33:01.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing to VivoCity.</title><content type='html'>Hey darlings. Am at this blog now. Changed due to those idiotic spammers and attention seekers out there located at my old blog. Hopefully they'll stay away. Or at least for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to link anyone, therefore vice-versa - need not link me either. Realise that's where all those unneeded visitors arrive, while bloghopping, or stalking, etc. Feel free to link me up if you'd like though, I just feel it's unfair if I don't link you when you link me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enough of those blog information. On to my life now. Outing with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenna, Bryan, KaiLin, Valerie, Derrick and JunJie&lt;/span&gt;. Cabbed down to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivocity &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; waited outside &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harbourfont MRT&lt;/span&gt; for them to arrive. Because I was the only one, except Jenna, to cab down to Vivocity, I arrived first. Mad crazy. The wait was super sian. Then luckily &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenna &lt;/span&gt;came not long after I did. Hooray for cabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in &amp;amp; walked around Vivocity when all of them came. Headed into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;with the girls. I love my Mummy. She gave me extra money today... because she was at home and knew I was going out with friends. She asked me to get some new clothes since Chinese New Year is approaching, so I therefore went for a shopping spree. Mad love. Extremely lazy today, so the following pictures of what I got today are from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/69598348-06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/67702048-07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/71181565-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/68296867-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/69863830-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/71087911-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/68550352-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/69509725-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're either the same or something similar, since I couldn't find the exact images for some. Been quite some time since I stepped into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;! Heh, satisfied with what I got there. Plan to go there again in the near future to get more stuff, since they have lovely clothes. Didn't get more since I felt bad for making them wait. Sorry boys! /: But thanks for waiting for us! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around more, and passed the shop Valerie. Haha the crazy Valerie, no surprise, screamed "OMG MY SHOP!". Hur hur hur, we all know lah. Bryan that funny fella even whispered and predicted to me that Valerie will yell some comment about the shop. Turns out, Bryan was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2ljsz20.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burger King &lt;/span&gt;for lunch. Ate a burger and coke and shared fries with them. Jenna's so slim already yet claims she's on and needs a diet. Wasn't going to eat any burger. Crazy much? She just ate fries &amp;amp; Milo. Even Derrick thinks she's joking with all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2s0ig4k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, went to catch the movie, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Spy Next Door&lt;/span&gt;. Quite a good movie, though not like, MAD amazing. Lived up to my expectations though, HA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KaiLin &lt;/span&gt;thought it was not worth the watch, and that it was lousy, yet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bryan &amp;amp; Valerie&lt;/span&gt; thought it was superb. Hahehaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for now. Will &amp;amp; hopefully update soon.&lt;br /&gt;Lovee, Priscilla. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891347307266900421-7583900371840038923?l=thepriscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7583900371840038923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891347307266900421&amp;postID=7583900371840038923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/7583900371840038923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891347307266900421/posts/default/7583900371840038923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepriscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/fresh-new-start.html' title='Outing to VivoCity.'/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276473044414148438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/2ljsz20_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
