<?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-5528993</id><updated>2012-01-30T15:00:06.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V a m p y r i c  A d d i c t i o n</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>337</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4080952018644477517</id><published>2010-06-12T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T16:16:51.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright blogger.</title><content type='html'>I'm cheating on you with Tumblr. But this time, I fully intend to post here too. It's just, well, darling love, you don't have any gyaru pages to follow the way Tumblr has. And I've decided that from today on, I'll let the world know that, at the very least, I like hime gyaru and would love to end up dressing that way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm unable to help myself.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4080952018644477517?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4080952018644477517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4080952018644477517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4080952018644477517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4080952018644477517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2010/06/alright-blogger.html' title='Alright blogger.'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-6529748101763127307</id><published>2010-06-01T06:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T06:13:04.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/TAQztBoh3rI/AAAAAAAAAC4/F5y_20pP6AE/s1600/jonathan_rhys-meyers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/TAQztBoh3rI/AAAAAAAAAC4/F5y_20pP6AE/s320/jonathan_rhys-meyers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Jonathan Rhys Meyers, that mouth of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Really, ugh, quite unbearably sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's just not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-6529748101763127307?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/6529748101763127307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=6529748101763127307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6529748101763127307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6529748101763127307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2010/06/jonathan-rhys-meyers-that-mouth-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/TAQztBoh3rI/AAAAAAAAAC4/F5y_20pP6AE/s72-c/jonathan_rhys-meyers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3753981576132199140</id><published>2010-05-25T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T02:28:55.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S_rDm5A5XWI/AAAAAAAAACw/rT2guORlXf0/s1600/5112595.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S_rDm5A5XWI/AAAAAAAAACw/rT2guORlXf0/s320/5112595.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have something to tell ya'll. At the moment, I'm just a wee bit miserable. I need to get to bed but that's proving to be quite difficult. Normally that might be the reason for the misery but today, well today it's something entirely different.&lt;br /&gt;I just remember a time where every damn thing was easy, as opposed to now, where, just about every damn thing is difficult. You just look forward to one area of your life being pleasant but that's not the plan is it? The plan seems to misery being tossed back and forth between different areas of your life, somewhat like an awful tennis match. It's always one, the other, both, the other, or all of the above. Things that are supposed to make you happy do so once in a bit and do the opposite too much to ignore. It's all very exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted. The feeling of being carefree, I miss it so.&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that everyone else is having a better Monday, week, month, year and I'm sure eventually, life.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's rather hard at the moment, love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3753981576132199140?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3753981576132199140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3753981576132199140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3753981576132199140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3753981576132199140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S_rDm5A5XWI/AAAAAAAAACw/rT2guORlXf0/s72-c/5112595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4419224613197816593</id><published>2010-05-15T03:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T03:04:34.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;Here, weighty post countered with some kitty cat love. Makes things all better. Almost. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S-2eMW4bGKI/AAAAAAAAACg/oAfEui0w7ns/s1600/funny-pictures-kitten-uses-force.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S-2eMW4bGKI/AAAAAAAAACg/oAfEui0w7ns/s320/funny-pictures-kitten-uses-force.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S-2eR_NNSrI/AAAAAAAAACo/6J10TR0b3wk/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-needs-flashlight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S-2eR_NNSrI/AAAAAAAAACo/6J10TR0b3wk/s320/funny-pictures-cat-needs-flashlight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4419224613197816593?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4419224613197816593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4419224613197816593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4419224613197816593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4419224613197816593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2010/05/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S-2eMW4bGKI/AAAAAAAAACg/oAfEui0w7ns/s72-c/funny-pictures-kitten-uses-force.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3356186190181440833</id><published>2010-05-15T02:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T03:06:38.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S-2S2AGx4HI/AAAAAAAAACY/HCbWtdCfIDs/s1600/19153_323648110922_697885922_5136599_1135716_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S-2S2AGx4HI/AAAAAAAAACY/HCbWtdCfIDs/s320/19153_323648110922_697885922_5136599_1135716_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started typing that I'd spent my Saturday night home, alone for some part when I realised it was a Friday night that I'd just wasted away. I'm such a bum who has little to nothing to do to the extent that I don't even know what day it is.&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this that I miss school so very much. The papers, projects, exams and even the stress. I know how much this contradicts a post way back in March of 2008 where I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 17px;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 17px;"&gt;CAN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: 17px;"&gt;WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: 17px;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: 17px;"&gt;BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 17px;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6633ff; font-size: 17px;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 17px;"&gt;SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO BE A PENGUIN WITH A FLAT HAT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 10px;"&gt;I WANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I WANT!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #330099; font-size: 23px;"&gt;I WANT!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 23px;"&gt;NOW! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;but I can't help myself. What did I know, I was years younger and didn't realise that being done with school didn't automatically put me where I wanted to be after I was done with school. Before I finished my last final, before I excitedly turned in my Animal Behaviour paper beaming that I was no longer an undergrad, I didn't have to make quite so many choices. My path was laid out for me, I needed to complete a number of classes before I could graduate, I needed to take certain Psychology classes and I didn't have very many electives to waste away. I needed to go to school for an attendance grade and I needed to turn in papers before the deadline to avoid a penalty. How did I think these things were hard?&amp;nbsp;Now that I'm done with those things, I have to choose. Do I want to go back to school? Do I want to start working?&lt;br /&gt;If I want to go back to school, can I afford it? Which school do I go to? Do I go to a school here or back in the States? Which choice is most beneficial to Mummy, Keiran and myself?&lt;br /&gt;If I want to go to work, what do I want to do? Where do I start looking for a job? Aren't jobs hard to come by now?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly choosing between two difficult essay topics seems like so much more fun. I suppose the grass is always greener and all that. It's just so exhausting to think about. And it's so much heavier and scarier than silly thoughts like Project 10 Pan. The thought of it almost knocks the air out of my chest and it really does feel like I'm being pushed into the ground with all these heavy thoughts weighing me down. Suppose that's why I hate dwelling on them, it really is almost like a physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;I have a Polish song that a friend sent me a long time ago on repeat because Keiran wanted to hear it as he slept. It's quite lovely, this song. I can't remember what the words mean anymore but I remember all the feelings I associate to it. It's from the time of MU madness where I'd be up all night on Ventrilo talking to Evil and Dominik till they went to sleep. It's from a time where I lived across the world, in a room across from Keiran and Ana's. It's only been a few years but it feels like forever ago.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking back upon different points of my life of late. From the times in secondary school, to the number of afternoons I spent in Orchard people watching with Punitha or 'fishing' with Jenny. From being in the States with Ana and Keiran for the first time, meeting Jonny for the first time when I got back, to the time with Keiran, Mummy and Ana when we went back.&amp;nbsp;Nostalgia, quite lovely really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3356186190181440833?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3356186190181440833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3356186190181440833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3356186190181440833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3356186190181440833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2010/05/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia.'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S-2S2AGx4HI/AAAAAAAAACY/HCbWtdCfIDs/s72-c/19153_323648110922_697885922_5136599_1135716_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-2058223238449252451</id><published>2010-05-12T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T05:20:31.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamin' dreamin'</title><content type='html'>I've had the most boring day. Just spent it poking around the Internet and having Sumi assassinate my Project 10 Pan. I don't know if everyone knows what Project 10 Pan is but I first heard of it on Lollipop26's YouTube channel. It's something you do when you feel you've been buying too much make up and it's kind of like a self imposed shopping ban where you don't allow yourself to buy any new make up until you have finished 10 products in their entirety. After the MAC Private Sale and another much more private MAC sale, I thought I should take on Project 10 Pan seeing as I don't even want to count how many brand new (still boxed) make up products I currently have. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so yesterday I met Sumi for dinner and a spot of shopping. She passed me my loot from the uber private sale and I said I would start from there. Sadly though, another list of products on sale found it's way into my inbox this morning (let's guess from who, shall we?) and I couldn't help but pick up one teeny weeny eyeshadow. All Sumi's fault I say! Pssh.&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh yes, boring day. The only good that came out of today is that the boredom drove me to pluck my much neglected eyebrows and well I'm meeting Punitha for dinner in a little bit. It's not so much dinner as it is random heartland wandering while attempting not to buy any and every exciting thing we see but that's neither here nor there. &lt;br /&gt;Being this bored almost makes me wish I had to sit for the GRE all over again. If there's one thing we all know, it's that I can distract myself from an important task in the most spectacular way.&lt;br /&gt;Blog soon my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-2058223238449252451?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2058223238449252451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=2058223238449252451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2058223238449252451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2058223238449252451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-had-most-boring-day.html' title='Dreamin&apos; dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-2410646204513366097</id><published>2010-05-07T04:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T04:37:58.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S-Mm5eWd_rI/AAAAAAAAACQ/094YP9VWuDs/s1600/23468_380883882623_566137623_4279009_275511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S-Mm5eWd_rI/AAAAAAAAACQ/094YP9VWuDs/s320/23468_380883882623_566137623_4279009_275511_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468257141399617202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sleepy that for the first 3 minutes of the new episode of Naruto, I worried that I might fall asleep. The episode was far from boring but I was just exhausted. I made it through the whole thing, it was very emotional and I teared a few times. Also after, I made an excuse to leave the room, had a good cry, came back and lay in bed for 30 minutes, unable to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I want to start writing more, both here and in my journal. Every time I get it in my head that I need to start writing more, I go out, buy a fancy new journal, write in it for a few months and lose interest after that. I think that's because my previous journals had the most 'mummy friendly' content. For all of my teenage years, where I was stupid enough to write down every little thought I had and leave the journal lying around, my mother always seemed to 'find my journal opened to the most exciting page' and had some follow up thoughts that she was always ready to talk to me about. Once she thought I was really suicidal, another time she thought I was ready to run away with a boy. Naturally she applied some of that motherly overreacting skill and blew things out of proportion. I was never suicidal. I wondered, quietly, to my journal what I would miss out on if I died. I never said I wanted to run away with a boy. I spoke of some stupid teenage crush, describing his 'perfect smile' and lamenting over the fact that he never knew, in some stupid fashion.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm a big girl now, I think I can, at the very least, hide my journal better but for some reason I still write only the non important, non juicy bits of my life down, for fear that my mother will stumble up these entries and her eyeballs will fall out of her head and roll away while her jaw dropped to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose my new resolution should be to write properly and with decent detail. Perhaps I could use real names and not have to write in code. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;And I know I say this a lot, but I really do want to blog more. Maybe at the very least, shoe/beauty/make up bimbo posts. I miss it. I remember forever ago where I was so excited to blog. Jenny and I would giggle on the phone for about an hour, then run off to blog, only to call once we were done so we could read each other's new entry together.&lt;br /&gt;I've rambled quite a bit and I have to say, I'm starting to feel sleepy again. I better hop off to bed before I distract myself wide awake again. &lt;br /&gt;Good night blog.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: My mummy is awesome, naturally I meant no offence to her. I think just as children go through phases where they do silly things, parents do too (usually just fearing that the child is up to something silly). ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-2410646204513366097?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2410646204513366097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=2410646204513366097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2410646204513366097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2410646204513366097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/S-Mm5eWd_rI/AAAAAAAAACQ/094YP9VWuDs/s72-c/23468_380883882623_566137623_4279009_275511_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-7605724201581432284</id><published>2010-05-06T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T02:26:46.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha</title><content type='html'>I feel awful. I had successfully put any trace of missing you aside for at least a year now. One little image, one little line and here I am. &lt;br /&gt;I feel awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-7605724201581432284?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7605724201581432284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=7605724201581432284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7605724201581432284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7605724201581432284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha.html' title='Ha'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-7667697379131629855</id><published>2010-03-06T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:11:43.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamt...</title><content type='html'>...that I started blogging again. It didn't come out of no where seeing as I was just talking to Sumi about getting our blogs active again.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, here I am. Hopefully it'll be for a bit longer than my Tumblr fascination lasted. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-7667697379131629855?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7667697379131629855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=7667697379131629855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7667697379131629855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7667697379131629855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dreamt.html' title='I dreamt...'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-1906647568585138533</id><published>2009-12-20T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:28:57.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr ♥</title><content type='html'>I think perhaps it's time for a change. I'll blog at &lt;a href="http://thebratprincess.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://thebratprincess.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for always unless, you know, Tumblr starts to suck. Then I'll come running back to my blogger. Till then, if you're interested in my nonsense still (see: still check back here for some reason!) firstly, aww, how sweet ♥ and secondly, go here: &lt;a href="http://thebratprincess.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr Tumblr Tumblr ♥&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the heart to delete this blog though so it'll stay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-1906647568585138533?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1906647568585138533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=1906647568585138533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1906647568585138533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1906647568585138533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/12/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr ♥'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-6349746281304324669</id><published>2009-06-05T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:40:38.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>I last blogged in March.. It's now June. I'm such a bad blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should stop. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Got a haircut yesterday. It's the shortest hair I've had in a while. It's still past my shoulders though. I guess my ends must have been so bad, Yvonne just chopped them all off. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I blog less because I twitter a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-6349746281304324669?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/6349746281304324669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=6349746281304324669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6349746281304324669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6349746281304324669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/06/oo.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5698450059761051147</id><published>2009-03-21T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:02:00.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/ScS3CQqDolI/AAAAAAAAACI/UtmvNIMpuFw/s1600-h/20032009372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315574709663015506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/ScS3CQqDolI/AAAAAAAAACI/UtmvNIMpuFw/s320/20032009372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From before I slept last night, till now, I've been feeling this strange lost feeling. Sleep was the only time this feeling was lifted. Even then, I was plagued by dreams of terrorist organizations and what not.&lt;br /&gt;The weather today seems to agree with my mood. I opened my eyes to this grey, grey day and just went back to sleep. Now I've been awake, had something to eat at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;insistence&lt;/span&gt; of my grandmother, talked on the phone and I've been expected to feel better. However, my head still throbs from all the tears, my mind is still in a fog and I still feel like nothing more than the dirt someone scraped off their shoe on the side of a pavement.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I find myself unable to express this? I can never find the right words or when I do find the right words, it doesn't reach the intended person the way I want it to. I'll sit back for a moment, sure that what I just said was going to make him realise just what I am feeling only to find out moments later, that isn't the case.&lt;br /&gt;I should have known something like this was going to happen. From the start of yesterday, it had just been a horrible horrible day. Messed up makeup, late to the music center, realising after about 20 minutes of being in public that while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clinique's&lt;/span&gt; Eye Make Up solvent is amazing, if the user doesn't use it on the rather green spot that had smudged over her eyebrow, chances are it'll remain green not caring that she was out in public. I think all my bad luck from last weeks Friday the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, gathered up and decided to explode on the rather innocent Friday the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Only one good thing came out of yesterday. I found that while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NYX's&lt;/span&gt; Creamy Beige round lipstick washes my face out on it's own, with a layer of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Clinique's&lt;/span&gt; Full Potential Lips Plump and Shine gloss in Glamour Full over it, it looks rather nice. I have a picture but I'm just not in the mood today. Truth be told, I would trade finding this pretty colour combination for a less heavy yesterday. In a heartbeat, I would trade it for the heavy heart I have today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5698450059761051147?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5698450059761051147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5698450059761051147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5698450059761051147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5698450059761051147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-in-way-she-moves-attracts-me.html' title='Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/ScS3CQqDolI/AAAAAAAAACI/UtmvNIMpuFw/s72-c/20032009372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3593460920523377146</id><published>2009-03-20T05:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T05:34:36.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 81</title><content type='html'>The new Nana manga came out a few days ago. I didn't realise and just read it today. It only comes out bi-monthly. It's almost as if the happier days when Nana was fun and the sad parts were bearable are over. I've cried for the last couple of chapters now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I have to wait so long for 40 pages, especially when about 5 of them aren't story related. It's not going to be easy to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3593460920523377146?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3593460920523377146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3593460920523377146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3593460920523377146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3593460920523377146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-81.html' title='Chapter 81'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-786563077418887201</id><published>2009-03-20T03:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:00:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twit, twit</title><content type='html'>As you can tell, if you glanced over at my sidebar to the left, I've been twittering like a maniac. I love that it's so random and fun. And today, joy of all joys, Sarah (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sassychix&lt;/span&gt;) joined and I finally have someone I know a lot better than some others that I follow. :D&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I haven't put her off in my glee. I've been replying her little messages rather often. :S&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go to bed. I shall blog soon. Kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-786563077418887201?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/786563077418887201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=786563077418887201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/786563077418887201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/786563077418887201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/03/twit-twit.html' title='Twit, twit'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-1205748201509856487</id><published>2009-03-18T01:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:50:00.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme, Gimme, Gimme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/Sb_uKDakH5I/AAAAAAAAACA/Wfu3AiS5o7c/s1600-h/17032009280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314227941803302802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/Sb_uKDakH5I/AAAAAAAAACA/Wfu3AiS5o7c/s320/17032009280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though I needed to be up for school today, I just could not get myself to sleep yesterday. My eyes were tired, just like they are now but I just would not sleep. After about half an hour of lying in bed, I got up and started looking for new applications for my phone. I only ended up going to bed just before 6 am, to toss and turn some more, after putting new pictures, applications and tones in my phone. Something must be the matter with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like that, tomorrow I have tuition rather early but here I am. I collected pictures for my 'new stuff' post and edited them like I have all the time in the world to sleep tomorrow. It's not like I'm one of those people that thinks sleep is a waste of time and they should use every moment to the fullest. I love sleep, even more so when it's the knocked out kinda exhausted sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, at least it gives me a chance to do blog posts. I didn't have a long day today but I'm rather tired. I've been twittering like a crazy person of late, it's been fun. Most of the people I follow on there are from make up blogs or YouTube channels that I subscribe to. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving along! To my new wallet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SonjaGetsAName.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/SonjaGetsAName.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love how Juicy Couture puts so much into their packaging and all the extra frivolous bits that come with their stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_5321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22022009197.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/22022009197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A close up of the little logo on the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Valentines day this year, Jonny bought me a charm for my charm bracelet. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I mentioned it to him or he just thought it was very me but he ended up buying just the one I wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SonjaGetsAName1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/SonjaGetsAName1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it so berry much. He also wrapped it himself, which I loved more. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the Body Shop sale I was talking about? This is what I ended up getting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5824.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_5824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I went I only picked up the Cranberry shower gel, the White Gardenia body mist, the three little shower gels and a few cloth and regular loofahs. They're not in the picture because I've already stared using one and mostly because I just plain forgot. The second time I went I ended up buying the rest. I bought a bigger bottle of the Aqua Lily body lotion and shower gel because I love the smell. As you can see, I've been abusing the little bottle of lotion quite a bit. Kavitha was going crazy with the grape seed glossing serum for her mum and since her mum swears by it, I just had to try. So far, I quite like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had taken a picture if the queue on the first day. It was really insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should really get to bed. No wait, what I should actually do is go tone and moisturize my face then remove my contact lenses. I don't know why I don't just do these things right after washing my face. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, quickly before I go, that right hand corner picture shows a my Aqua Zone nails and a make up free face. It also features exquisitely unkempt eyebrows. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this! is a darling thing I found crawling on my slipper when I was leaving for school. I had to stop and take a picture even if it meant being slightly late. ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=05032009242.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/05032009242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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/5528993-1205748201509856487?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1205748201509856487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=1205748201509856487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1205748201509856487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1205748201509856487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/03/gimme-gimme-gimme.html' title='Gimme, Gimme, Gimme'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/Sb_uKDakH5I/AAAAAAAAACA/Wfu3AiS5o7c/s72-c/17032009280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-1543647685031502848</id><published>2009-03-17T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:48:43.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>I painted my nails &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maybelline's&lt;/span&gt; Aqua Zone while watching a couple of episodes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rurouni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kenshin&lt;/span&gt;. I got a little nail polish on my ankle and that beats me spilling nail polish all over the room and on my laptop so I'm rather pleased. It's a very pretty ocean blue.&lt;br /&gt;The Body Shop sale last week has got me broke but smelling very nice. I went on the first day and since I couldn't stop thinking about some items when I got home, I went again a day or so later and picked up a few more things. It was A LOT less crowded the second time around. The first time I went, the queue took about 20 minutes at the very least. After I got home, I organized everything nicely and found a tub of Mango Body Butter from my 2007 birthday! I'd finished the shower gel and the scrub but this body butter was tucked away somewhere in my room. It still smells great and didn't break me out or anything so I'm using it nightly now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a picture post with a bunch of my new things sometime soon. I really should be sleeping. I have school tomorrow and I'm quite tired. Yet I'm quite content just lying here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-1543647685031502848?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1543647685031502848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=1543647685031502848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1543647685031502848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1543647685031502848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/03/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-6146802042860075988</id><published>2009-03-16T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:38:57.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>I don't quite know whats the matter with me. I'll sit on my bed in my pink bathrobe, with my hair dripping down my back, knowing that I need to leave for tuition in about 10 minutes but I'll still be looking for something to do, read, play with online. Bah of the humbug variety.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now mentally bribing myself to get ready and leave as some items from a Cherry Culture spree might just be waiting for me in the mailbox. I'm so cheap, it's actually working.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a good day!&lt;br /&gt;Love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-6146802042860075988?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/6146802042860075988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=6146802042860075988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6146802042860075988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6146802042860075988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/03/oo.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4116303084621668605</id><published>2009-03-16T03:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T04:15:33.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/Sb1fL6T68wI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4DU8c1UBLK4/s1600-h/Nana_and_Ren_by_c0ma_teen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313507793603064578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/Sb1fL6T68wI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4DU8c1UBLK4/s400/Nana_and_Ren_by_c0ma_teen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been thinking, about relationships past. I'm not talking about just my relationships past. It's just strange and rather sad to me that once the relationship is no more, everything that transpired between two people is supposed to go away. I suppose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why no one likes to face the same people very much anymore. How do you stand beside someone, perhaps with a new someone by your or their side, and talk, laugh, when so much has happened, when this is someone you knew intimately for a period of time? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thinking about all this suddenly because I've had an encounter or something. Recently, past relationships of others I know, have been coming up in conversation, even the past relationship of someone I now know intimately. It hasn't been upsetting, though I know some might think it should be. It's been strange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just plain strange to hear tales of people you know with people you don't know. It's hard to pair them in your head and imagine the sort of conversations they would have had or things they could have done together. Surely it's all very different from the things you've seen, heard or done yourself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm well aware that it's an odd time of the night/morning to be speculating all this. Though, really, when else is it quiet enough for these thoughts to invade your mind? I can neatly put most of these things away according to my definitions but... Even though I may have been that stupid before, how do you jump from one to another and be as intense or as involved as you claim to be or have been? Jumping from one to another without intense involvement is easy, I should think. I just think it would be harder to fill your head with new conversations and experiences when, if you had been as intensely involved, the conversations and experiences past would still be haunting you. I don't quite have a compartment for that. Perhaps since I want what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ren&lt;/span&gt; and Nana have, I don't need one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be asleep. It's been a long time since I have slept for a double digit number of hours. I think the last time was before Ana visited. When it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; and me and he was home all the time. When he's home on the weekend, I know he likes to have lunch with me so I end up waking up earlier than I would like, after sleeping just as late as always, so he doesn't have to wait. Today I walked with him to the bus stop and when he got on the bus and it waited to turn, he did just the sort of childish marathon waving that I can only hope we'll still do at 60. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found that picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Deviant&lt;/span&gt; Art. I think the artists name is C0ma teen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4116303084621668605?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4116303084621668605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4116303084621668605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4116303084621668605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4116303084621668605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile.'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/Sb1fL6T68wI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4DU8c1UBLK4/s72-c/Nana_and_Ren_by_c0ma_teen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4777303047545551501</id><published>2009-02-13T04:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:07:57.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suki</title><content type='html'>I'm lying in bed, listening to Kuroi Namida. It's been a tiring day and even though I swore I would sleep earlier today, here I am at 5 am. I can't be up late. I'm meeting the girls for a super secret project.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Ana for a while on Skype today. Its been a long time since we'd talked so that was really good. &lt;br /&gt;I just found out today that Gayatre, my aunt and uncle will be coming to Singapore for the weekend. :) I get to have my two littlest cousins around me this Valentines day, then I get to go off and have a fab time at night. I'm happy, I didn't want to say it and jinx it but this year has been going rather well. Perhaps years from now I'll tell Sonja that the year she was born was a truly awesome one. I really hope so. &lt;br /&gt;I'm off to try and sleep. Good night ya'll. Kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4777303047545551501?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4777303047545551501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4777303047545551501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4777303047545551501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4777303047545551501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/02/suki.html' title='Suki'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-7008080061614353746</id><published>2009-02-12T04:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:23:54.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkure</title><content type='html'>I listen to Kaya's Walkure almost each time I leave the house. I drives me insane because that song makes me want to dance so badly and it seems rather inappropriate to go crazy dancing on the bus. I do wiggle around in my seat though, if no one is around.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm about to go to bed now, I just danced like crazy to it around my room. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little more contact with my brand new little cousin, Sonja today. She's less than a week old and she's as precious as they come. I love her so much already! As much as I want to squash her and love her, she's too little for that now. So I just lay beside her rocker and talked and cooed to her about how beautiful she is and how I love her so much as she slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in such a good mood after hanging out with her this evening! Love love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Did I mention that I have the best Mummy in the whole wide world? My wallet got here a little over a week ago and I LOVE it. Not nearly as much as I love my Mummy though! I shall post a picture of it soon before it gets all old and wrinkly. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-7008080061614353746?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7008080061614353746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=7008080061614353746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7008080061614353746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7008080061614353746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/02/walkure.html' title='Walkure'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-1066467713522176145</id><published>2009-01-28T07:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:30:00.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana, Naruto</title><content type='html'>It's almost 7:30 in the morning and I haven't gone to sleep because I couldn't stop myself from getting to the latest chapter of the Nana manga. I got to the Naruto one yesterday afternoon and you know, it's the exact same thing. I was left crying for both of them. It's just too sad and both of them are still ongoing so I can add more heartbreak to the equation.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose if it wasn't so sad, it may not have been as interesting. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to go to bed now. Without crying some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it is stupid to get upset over something you read or watch, well I'm sorry but I don't think this is an appropriate space for you to come to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-1066467713522176145?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1066467713522176145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=1066467713522176145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1066467713522176145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1066467713522176145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/01/nana-naruto.html' title='Nana, Naruto'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5442688068379074423</id><published>2009-01-21T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:45:07.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SXYNcmotOCI/AAAAAAAAABg/JmivUmTq6IE/s1600-h/Lick_by_mausmouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293433197079377954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SXYNcmotOCI/AAAAAAAAABg/JmivUmTq6IE/s320/Lick_by_mausmouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just spent the last half hour or so removing a few pans of eyeshadow from this palette I bought about a month ago. I got it online and by the time it got here, some of the shadows had broken. I tried to live with it for a while but then it got to messy with the broken eyeshadow mingling with the other colours. I think I'll try to re-press them and then put the pans back into the palette. It was a really messy job and by the end, I emerged a (fat) warrior complete with war paint. Either that or a kid that had just gotten into her mothers make up. But I told myself if I did all that and sort out some other stuff, I'd watch the new Gossip Girl and perhaps the new How I Met your Mother after a shower. Now that I'm all fresh and clean, I thought I'd blog a little before.&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun lunch with the girls today. They do something embarrassing to birthday girls at Hard Rock Cafe and now we know why Munesh kept insisting we tell the staff it was Punitha's birthday. I'll blog more about that with pictures when I'm a little less lazy (and anxious to get to my shows).&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Punitha went off to get ready for her trip to Bali and Kavitha and I decided to watch Changeling. I really loved it. I felt like crying at some parts thinking it would be so horrible if I was a mother and that happened to me. It was nice to see Angelina Jolie in a kinda different role though she still looked unbelievably gorgeous to me. I'm starting to think that, at least to me, the woman just cannot look bad. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;We walked around town and got something to eat after. It's been a long day. I think I spent something like 10-11 hours out of the house. Time to dry and put serum in my hair to my shows and get to bed. Good night everyone. I hope ya'll had a good a day as I did. Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case any one is wondering, the picture at the beginning is one I found on Deviant Art, fan art by an artist that goes by MausMouse. It's of a character in Naruto. He's not my favourite or anything and even though I should hate him for something, I don't know why I can't. I'm a little obsessed though, it's even my desktop background. ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5442688068379074423?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5442688068379074423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5442688068379074423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5442688068379074423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5442688068379074423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/01/war-paint.html' title='War Paint'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SXYNcmotOCI/AAAAAAAAABg/JmivUmTq6IE/s72-c/Lick_by_mausmouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3666579164714253864</id><published>2009-01-20T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:19:44.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ru-chan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4536.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_4536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4541.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_4541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ru-chan. Sure, I came up with his name because of a folder name typo but I love it nonetheless. And in case you're wondering, Batman and I have the same phone. It's too awesome and so is Jonny. ♥&lt;br /&gt;It's Punitha's birthday today so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday you gorgeous lil thang! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going out to lunch in the afternoon. I can't wait, partially because I love lunches with the girls but also because I'm hungry now and not letting myself eat. I need to get to bed as soon as possible and a shower is required before that. I know that by sitting here and wasting time, it's going to be that much harder to wake up tomorrow but it doesn't seem to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;You know whats really cute? I told my mum I sometimes go for runs at night and her biggest concern was that I don't put my foot in a hole and hurt my ankle. ^_^ I don't blame her, I'm as clumsy as they come.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many pictures left from Ana's stay here. I still have to organise them and put them up on Facebook. The number of them is rather overwhelming. That'll teach me to be so trigger happy with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4429.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_4429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4441.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_4441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_4442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4437.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_4437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4446.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_4446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4445.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_4445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4456.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_4456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ridiculously unflattering picture of me (photography credits to Kavitha) that seems to make everyone else laugh, so here, ya'll get a laugh out of it too. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4444.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_4444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a recent Ikea adventure with the girls. I decided to use Keiran needing a towel as an excuse to go to Ikea. ^_^ I was also nice enough to soak his towel in hot water a few times before washing it to get rid of that new towel waxy feeling he hates.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy bought me a second part to my birthday present and she was nice enough to let me change my mind about it once it got to her and return it for me. :D I can't wait for it to get here!I'm on MSN talking to her about hair now. It's so awesome how even though we're sometimes talking about some serious life altering topic, we can just switch and talk about hair and how we feel one hairstyle works against another. ♥&lt;br /&gt;I'm off now. I need a shower and then, it's off to bed with me. I'm not even going to think about watching Ponyo on the Cliff by the Sea before sleeping, no matter how much I really really REALLY want to. Good night all. I hope ya'll are going to bed feeling good (and not hungry T_T).&lt;br /&gt;Love love!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Before I go, look everyone! This is what Kavitha's phone does when you open the photo gallery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4326.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_4326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too cute! I was obsessed with him all of that Makeup Party Sunday we had a week or so ago. After a while the girls just ignored me but I've named him Robot Face. Kavitha's quite mean, whenever she asks me to do something and I don't get around to it, she threatens to kill him. T_T Poor Robot Face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3666579164714253864?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3666579164714253864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3666579164714253864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3666579164714253864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3666579164714253864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/01/ru-chan.html' title='Ru-chan'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3247520141942434829</id><published>2009-01-15T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:09:24.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gama-chan</title><content type='html'>I'm in my only class for this semester, Cross Cultural Psychology. Its not that bad or boring but i got distracted by my new phone hang. Its a cute froggy.&lt;br /&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Things have been pretty alright of late. I've been pretty bored with Keiran in camp all week. If I'm not out with Jonny or the girls, I'm home watching 'How I Met Your Mother'. Its pretty funny and now that the Lipstick Jungle season has ended and that might actually be the last season, the Gossip Girl season is coming to an end, I need something new to watch! A new anime perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;Its weird that the house is so empty now. For most of December we had a full house and then some and now its suddenly so quiet without even Keiran for most of the week. Ah well, my lecturer is showing differences between culture in advertising and just showed Pizza Hut ads. Gah! I haven't eaten today and now I'm hungry. &lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, i won't be one of those bloggers thats always talking about food or whining. I'll just go back to giving this lecture my undivided attention. &lt;br /&gt;Love love all, don't fret, i'll take a picture of my phone hang, Gama-chan, and show ya'll soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3247520141942434829?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3247520141942434829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3247520141942434829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3247520141942434829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3247520141942434829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/01/gama-chan.html' title='Gama-chan'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-6758736543707790312</id><published>2009-01-13T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:32:50.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Yay, I love Opera Mini!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-6758736543707790312?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/6758736543707790312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=6758736543707790312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6758736543707790312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6758736543707790312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4694096159243688428</id><published>2009-01-01T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:39:41.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!</title><content type='html'>I spent New Years Eve at my uncles house. Its been a while since we gathered this many of us for New Years Eve. We only missed Mummy terribly.We had a pretty awesome time, even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; and I only lost money during Bingo. After midnight passed and the adults started falling asleep, we went to Cedric's place for a bit to meet up with Cedric, Lidija, Jonny, Ravi and a few others. Didn't do much but we had a nice time. They played a little XBox and I didn't get to play my sumo game in the end. Pfft. Ana fell asleep so we sleep stalked him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lidija&lt;/span&gt; threw a cat at him. :)&lt;br /&gt;My hair smells like smoke from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; at my uncles but I'm happy and lazing my New Years day away. Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; are doing good too.&lt;br /&gt;Love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4694096159243688428?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4694096159243688428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4694096159243688428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4694096159243688428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4694096159243688428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year!'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-2143590348539564362</id><published>2008-12-31T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:51:16.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weee!</title><content type='html'>I've found ways to perhaps blog more often. Its almost the new year and its my grandma's birthday today! My birthday breezed past, my mummy gave me a cute pink camera and Jonny got me the awesome phone i'm currently blogging from,while brushing my teeth i might add. I also got a bunch of other cool things from other people. I had fun, we went to watch Yes Man and had dinner. Anyway, i've got twitter too now so i'll try to do mini updates as well. Love love all. I hope ya'll have a great New Years Eve and a even better new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-2143590348539564362?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2143590348539564362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=2143590348539564362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2143590348539564362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2143590348539564362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/12/weee.html' title='Weee!'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5692451782748265033</id><published>2008-12-05T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T03:50:21.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>My last final is tomorrow~! I studied tonight but not as much as I would have liked. It was stupid of me to think I could read 14 chapters of notes as many times as I would like in such a short amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I still have some of tomorrow since my exam is only in the evening. Also, new episode of Naruto this week! :D&lt;br /&gt;True to my habits around finals, I gave myself a manicure last night. Nothing fancy, just a couple of coats of O.P.I's Bastille My Heart (It's another deep red, I know, I know, I'm predictable). I swear O.P.I only tempts me because of the awesome names they have for the different polishes. I'm full of tom yam cup noodles and fairies are gently pulling down on my eyelids. And yes, they do seem to be wearing boots.&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog more, hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;Love love~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5692451782748265033?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5692451782748265033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5692451782748265033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5692451782748265033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5692451782748265033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/12/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4721754693652248332</id><published>2008-12-01T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:11:23.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Kiss</title><content type='html'>I have an exam tomorrow. I've been putting off studying for it for a while now. I'm ready to start, see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Fullscreencapture112200865029PM.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Fullscreencapture112200865029PM.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm ridiculously lazy. Keiran just went out to meet Ravi. I'm so jealous. I cannot wait to be done with exams and school! I know I've said it tonnes of times before but gah, I can't help myself. It's going to be another long night before exams. I have another exam after the one tomorrow AND it's cumulative. I'm really not looking forward to that. It doesn't help that starting to study automatically makes me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go and I shall not do one thing remotely internet-ey till I've read through all chapters 2 times and taken a look at the appropriate appendix questions a few times!&lt;br /&gt;Gambatte!&lt;br /&gt;Before I go though, I love this picture even though I'm not wearing any make up and I'm very possibly greasy. She's so very beautiful. I miss Gayatre! Sigh. Kavitha says in this picture we look like sisters. :D We were playing with Scrabble tiles and forming words. She only needed the littlest bit of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/IMG_2028.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else isn't stuck home, studying for exams.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: How did it become 7pm without me realising?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4721754693652248332?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4721754693652248332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4721754693652248332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4721754693652248332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4721754693652248332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/12/paradise-kiss.html' title='Paradise Kiss'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5950666911951985989</id><published>2008-11-28T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:45:51.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been such a boring day. I should be studying but I haven't. I'm sitting in front of the computer now, talking to Dominik, with my face covered in Queen Helene's Mint Julep Masque. It's filling the room with this really lovely minty smell and thats making me rather happy.&lt;br /&gt;It's a Friday night and my plans (which don't really involve me leaving Seng Kang) don't start till later. For now, I'm sitting here and oooh-ing and aaah-ing over the new Picasa 3 and it's text and retouch functions. Those are almost all the things I like about Photoshop!&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, I just received an email from Neiman Marcus telling me there is something like a 60% Thanksgiving Sale going on. I'm too broke for any sale. Black Friday or not! I'm unable to resist though. So I shall take a peek and be back in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Ferra.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Ferra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.. I want a new wallet. This is so pretty but I don't know if I like the inside lining. I do love tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ferra2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/ferra2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally came across some Juicy Couture bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/jc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jc2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/jc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some Alexander McQueen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=am.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/am.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=am1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/am1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some Oscar de la Renta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Fullscreencapture28112008105631PMbm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Fullscreencapture28112008105631PMbm.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Fullscreencapture28112008105648PMbm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Fullscreencapture28112008105648PMbm.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Fullscreencapture28112008105820PMbm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Fullscreencapture28112008105820PMbm.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love! by the way. It's really stupid but Oscar de la Renta always makes me wish I was skinny and rich.&lt;br /&gt;Peeked at one Christian Louboutin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/cl.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one Giuseppe Zanotti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Fullscreencapture28112008105917PMbm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Fullscreencapture28112008105917PMbm.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I purposely fell into some Manolos. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/nm.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nsn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/nsn.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've put this up before. It's the newer open toed Mary Janes. I love 'em but not as much as I love the older one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=w.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/w.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather depressive to look at these things. I'm so poor right now I haven't even spreed in God knows how long. :(&lt;br /&gt;What are ya'll lusting after? I really want a new wallet. I'm rather bored of mine and I think it smells funky (even though no one else does). I've been looking at the Juicy Couture wallets. They're very lovely and not that expensive. It's not like I can go out and buy my self this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11745868_red.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/11745868_red.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has been my dream wallet since I was much younger. My aunt used to carry it and I loved it long before I knew it was Louis Vuitton. When I grew up a little and realised it was Louis Vuitton, I've just silently lusted after it.&lt;br /&gt;Juicy Couture is much more in my budget. Perhaps I can coax someone into getting me one as a birthday present. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to find something to watch. It really sucks that I'm already up to date on all my weekly shows (and that there was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Gossip Girl &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Naruto this week).&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to tag, comment, email me, about what you're lusting after. I love finding out that I'm not the only one in a constant state of material want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love love!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5950666911951985989?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5950666911951985989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5950666911951985989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5950666911951985989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5950666911951985989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-such-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3097696432827249721</id><published>2008-11-27T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:32:25.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals!</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the semester again. Next week is finals week so you may be seeing more blog posts from me all of a sudden. I'm only doing Health Psychology and Social Psychology this semester but I'm sure I'll need to be distracted from them when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long semester mostly because of my 9am class. It's just hard to wake up so early, so few days a week.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been rather uneventful of late, save for Ravi coming home. We went to the airport and Keiran and I made signs to hold up and embarrass him. I think we did a pretty good job. Gene, Denise, Keiran and I jumped and made so much noise with our signs that a random lady came up to us and said she had to meet this person we were making such a huge fuss about. Later, she also decided that she'd run up to him and hug him as soon as he came out. It was all very funny and Ravi was rather red when he came out so it was totally worth it. Jonny just stood around pretending not to know us since we were behaving so fangirl-ish. :(&lt;br /&gt;For my sign I wrote Usagi-chan in Japanese and drew a cute rabbit or two. It was the first time I wrote any Japanese characters. It was kinda hard but also fun. I should learn Japanese properly. When I have the time and money, I surely will.&lt;br /&gt;I would have pictures of the KL trip but Keiran has been rather lazy with the resizing and editing so all I have are my pictures from my webcam when I was bored and a couple from Gayatre's playroom which was my room for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob1059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob1059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taking over! Keiran helped me set up an air bed. With some clean linens and a nice blanket, I was set. It was a little scary because I was all along amongst toys but Meera Aunty turned off all the noise making toys so I wouldn't be freaked out. I did imagine a scary woman with red eyes was floating outside the window but I made myself check several times and there was no one there. Also, it always helps me to make the scary thing animated in my head so she just looked like a cartoon after awhile and I slept well.&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, I'm gathering pictures for this entry and realising I have a lot to catch up on. I've decided to blog one proper-ish long blog post to make up for prior months of laziness. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing Keiran in his room for the stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Snapshot_20081115_14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Snapshot_20081115_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising that I'm web camwhoring with him in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Snapshot_20081115_15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Snapshot_20081115_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Snapshot_20081115_20.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Snapshot_20081115_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes a face when I don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Snapshot_20081115_23.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Snapshot_20081115_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks away when I join in. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob1041.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob1041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to KL wearing my new favourite cropped hoodie. It's so cute. I also wore my red and black pants. Mummy bought them for me and I love love love them very much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob1045.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob1045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm greasy and tired looking but still! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time. Perhaps once Keiran resizes pictures, I'll post the better ones too. With Gayatre. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what else I have. Oh! Bob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03068.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC03068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created him at the Ice Cube in Serangoon Gardens after an awesome dinner at Arab Street. I can't remember the ice cream flavours and toppings right now but you can create your own there! Just write down what you want and they'll do it for you. You can name it too. Like most things, I named it Bob. I love love love Bob. Mmmm. Excuse me if I look &lt;s&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt;fatter than usual. It was just one of those days. Perhaps without ice cream I wouldn't be so fat. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob1099.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob1099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little snail buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob1100.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob1100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtle buddies!&lt;br /&gt;These are some random paintings from the Kindergarten. I think they are so cute. In fact, I think I shall put them up on Facebook and tag Keiran and Ravi as the turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random make up shots. I'm just getting into it so I'm not very good but I try once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob315.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is the e.l.f cream shadow duo in Blueberry. I'm not a big fan when I use them alone. Can be a little hard to manage but with it as a base, it's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob327.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on the way home from the Night Safari. I wouldn't normally wear a lot of make up to places like the zoo but I'd just gotten stuff from a spree and I was itching to try it out. I think these are e.l.f custom eyeshadows. I like some of them but some tend to be a little too powdery and the colours aren't very vibrant. I like this colour combination though. Rather subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob429.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! This is how I looked going to watch RocknRolla. Or rather after watching RocknRolla. Don't remember if I said this here but I quite liked it. Jonny did too. :D That was such an awesome night. I shall elaborate more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup!&lt;br /&gt;Some random champagne eyeshadow I got from Target and a MAC pigment. Not sure on the colour but number 3 on the pigment pyramid from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;MAC with Love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a present that night. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob493.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only brown I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob497.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! It's so pretty and I like chunky jewellery. Jonny got it for me as a random present. I love it so very much. Heeee! If you're reading this, thanks for it again. ;p ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is possibly the longest entry I've had in a long long time. There's more but I'm tired and Keiran is owning me at Yahoo! Pool because I'm blogging while playing. Okay fine, I usually suck too but it's worse when I'm in the middle of something.&lt;br /&gt;Before I go though, I went to the zoo with my aunt and a few cousins. I had an awesome time and Keiran got kissed by a sea lion. I'm jealous. Oh! Also, the tigers seemed bored and anti social yesterday. I do think that whole suicide incident has got them traumatised after all. Poor tigers. I missed them prowling around and swimming like they usually do. I'd love to adopt that last tiger but Jonny says adopting them doesn't mean I get to go hug them. :( Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll have a fun weekend coming up. I've just been excited all day about Friday being Naruto day, more so since today's episode of Bleach was kinda awesome, but it just hit me that there isn't an episode this week. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Love love all of ya'll. And kisses!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3097696432827249721?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3097696432827249721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3097696432827249721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3097696432827249721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3097696432827249721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/11/finals.html' title='Finals!'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5576854819027417825</id><published>2008-11-17T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:50:25.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>I just spent the weekend in KL with my uncle, aunt and their little genius daughter, Gayatre. They've just moved there and I'm so happy since I'll get to see them more often now. We had a pretty good trip, just lazing around and playing with Gayatre. She's so clever and adorable, I'm so crazy about her. Keiran can't stop talking about her. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again soon, perhaps with pictures. I think it's been so long since I blogged that I have enough pictures and things to make the longest blog entry but ah well. I tend to forget about things if I don't blog right away.&lt;br /&gt;Things are complicated right and I wish I could go back to when they weren't. It's not as easy as it sounds and I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I hope everyone else had a weekend almost as good as mine (as good if you were too with Gayatre, her mummy and her daddy) and hopefully we'll all go on to have a good week (even though I have an exam on Friday T_T)&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5576854819027417825?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5576854819027417825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5576854819027417825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5576854819027417825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5576854819027417825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5997159537568533688</id><published>2008-11-13T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:37:07.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minky nooooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.heyquiz.com/quiz/cat_kill"&gt;&lt;img alt="Is your cat plotting to kill you?" src="http://www.heyquiz.com/bimage/14_100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you do this to me Minksterfer Rabbit Cat? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from this funny link that Super Bert put up on Facebook. &lt;a href="http://www.catswhothrowupgrass.com/kill.php"&gt;How do you know if your cat is trying to kill you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ya'll. And Minky, stop being so evil. I love you anyway, you Satanic cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5997159537568533688?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5997159537568533688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5997159537568533688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5997159537568533688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5997159537568533688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/11/minky-nooooo.html' title='Minky nooooo!'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-2692863994131757781</id><published>2008-10-31T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:15:02.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuroi Namida</title><content type='html'>As Anna Tsuchiya's (for Oosaki Nana/Black Stones) Kuroi Namida plays, I feel a little lost and a dull ache in my chest. Isn't it odd that we can long for relationships past even though there's nothing left there? Even though people have changed and there is really and truly nothing that can be done to change anything? It's only human to long for someone who was once that close to your heart, a part of who will always stay that close to your heart, I suppose. I really feel like crying but that would be very stupid as I've already gotten ready to leave for dinner with Punitha and Munesh. I don't feel like cleaning mascara lines off my face.&lt;br /&gt;It's a lovely song though. Not just because it was on Nana.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-2692863994131757781?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2692863994131757781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=2692863994131757781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2692863994131757781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2692863994131757781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/10/kuroi-namida.html' title='Kuroi Namida'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3713929681561818536</id><published>2008-10-18T05:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T05:14:54.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is a spoiler for those who have yet to watch Naruto this week.</title><content type='html'>I was waiting all day to watch this episode but I had to go to the music center and Keiran went out. He just got home a while back and we watched the mostly recap episode of Bleach with the annoying sidebars and one of the most depressive episodes of Naruto ever.&lt;br /&gt;I have been super upset since I saw the last episode but still carried some of Ana's naive hope with me that Asuma wouldn't die (Yes, EVEN though the preview for this episode titled it Asuma's Last Words). I cried a lot during the episode and some after. It's worse for me than when the Third died.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to sleep now. I have some stuff to do at the post office tomorrow and then I am meeting Kavitha and maybe Punitha for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Good night all.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Asuma, I shall miss you much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3713929681561818536?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3713929681561818536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3713929681561818536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3713929681561818536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3713929681561818536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-post-is-spoiler-for-those-who-have.html' title='This post is a spoiler for those who have yet to watch Naruto this week.'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-8789002944057325551</id><published>2008-10-10T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:44:08.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no...</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog but by the time I uploaded pictures from my phone, hung up new curtains in the room, spoke to a frantic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/span&gt; twice about upcoming travel plans, spreed and became broke and called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Punitha&lt;/span&gt;, it's now time to go shower and get ready.&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading out to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RocknRolla&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jonny's&lt;/span&gt; been rather excited since he saw the trailer. He keeps going on about how he knows it's not going to be as good as Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels but it seems to be the most recent Guy Ritchie movie with potential.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I need to go get ready. I don't even know what I'm wearing! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I just spreed for a corset and I was the second order. Guess who the first order was! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sumisweet&lt;/span&gt;! I don't know if she reads this but: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heya&lt;/span&gt;, fellow spree/corset maniac! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! Have to run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love love love and kisses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-8789002944057325551?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8789002944057325551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=8789002944057325551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8789002944057325551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8789002944057325551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-no.html' title='Oh no...'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-133750452682832407</id><published>2008-09-29T05:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:04:04.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Split</title><content type='html'>I have just taken my fourth pill (with the appropriate amount of time between the first 2 and the last 2) and it still feels like the right side of my brain is trying to make a run for it. I guess I'm still waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-133750452682832407?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/133750452682832407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=133750452682832407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/133750452682832407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/133750452682832407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/split.html' title='Split'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-1591440017514926510</id><published>2008-09-28T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:32:04.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=030520082806.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/030520082806.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ishtar27. She's a noob elf but I love her. ♥&lt;br /&gt;I spent another Saturday night out with the girls! I'm especially happy because I've already seen them once this week. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Also, also! It's the week of new seasons of shows.. Well, okay, Gossip Girl has been showing for a bit, but I just caught up last night. I also caught the first episode of the new season of Lipstick Jungle (I love Victory Ford!) and last Tuesday/Wednesday I watched the new Heroes episode! Gossip Girl and Lipstick Jungle are very entertaining but Heroes, sigh, so much in the first episode. It seems silly to add more new weekly shows to my Naruto and Bleach (since waiting really sucks and I always wish I had the whole season to watch at one go) routine but ah well. Also, Heroes has Milo Ventimiglia and we all know how I feel about him (even though he's not Jesse from Gilmore Girls cool in Heroes).&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Night Safari last night with Keiran, Jonny and Nick. I had such a good time. And even though the lonely tiger didn't come up to me to say hi, the leopard did. I wanted to steal the tiger so I could keep him like Jasmine did Raja in Aladdin. We also watched the Creatures of the Night show before we left. Jonny was surprised to learn that I thought the host, who might have annoyed me had I seen her hosting elsewhere, was kinda cool. She was so protective of the animals and seemed to have a genuine love for them that I couldn't be annoyed by her. Besides, she had to make the show a little cheesy because it's largely for kids.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off now, I need to wash my face, and perhaps jump into bed with some Love Hina or a book. The next time I blog I shall talk more about today and include a picture of Bob. He is super yummy and I've fallen for him quite madly.&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-1591440017514926510?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1591440017514926510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=1591440017514926510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1591440017514926510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1591440017514926510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/le-tired.html' title='Le Tired'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-8238318320053482223</id><published>2008-09-25T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:55:44.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>My claws are out and I'm ready to go. So just bring it love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-8238318320053482223?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8238318320053482223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=8238318320053482223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8238318320053482223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8238318320053482223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-8373734074725906772</id><published>2008-09-25T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:31:52.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Saturday Nights and Border Crossing</title><content type='html'>Ah, with the rate I've been blogging of late, it feels like a long time since I last blogged. I felt much better after resting that night though.&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying before, on Saturday night, I met Punitha and Kavitha for a sort of dinner thing at Cafe Cartel in Serangoon gardens. Instead of eating a whole lot, we just shared an appetiser, entree and dessert. Poor dessert didn't stand a chance under the wrath of 3 PMS-ey girls.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went over to Kavitha's house to just hang out and do nothing much. We found a deck of tarot cards and played around with them. We were messing around but one 'reading' for Punitha was eerily accurate when compared with the question she was thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;Completely stuffed! And very chocolate full and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02965.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC02965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punitha's awful shot of me. She thinks it's arty. I look like a cow that was mock posing while talking to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02970.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC02970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Punitha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02985.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC02985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love my cupcake too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02989.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC02989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were messing around in some underpass on the way back to Kavitha's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02992.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC02992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punitha is happy to admit that she's 'The Ultra Bitch'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC03003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us messing around with the tarot cards and my rather weird looking leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC03033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC03035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left early but it was a fun night. There was a lot of laughing and even though I don't get to see them as often as we could before, it's nice to know there are some people you can always count on should you need anything.&lt;br /&gt;I know this jumps, rather suddenly, from one thing to another but those are my really cute shoes from a GoJane spree! Ahh, how I love them. In addition to my new found &lt;s&gt;obsession with&lt;/s&gt; love for pink, these are really comfortable since they are wedges. Yes yes, I know I do love a thin beautiful heel more but I like wedges for low key days and days that I know I'm going to be walking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Keiran and I decided to go to JB, just for fun. We had a good time, just walking around and looking at things. I think we walked all around this one mall like 3 times. We had an alright lunch at this pizza/pasta place and good gelato somewhere nearby too. I bought a one top, a post card for Dominik, 3 hairbands and a couple of things meant to be a little gift. (Suthram FTW~!);D&lt;br /&gt;OH! And you know what! Keiran and I have been looking all around Singapore for a bottle of Febreze but not one store had it. -_- I know it's really weird for us to be looking for a fabric cleaner but it really makes things smell clean and nice. Plus, mummy used to use it on everything so I really love the smell, partially because it reminds me of her. Anyway, so I dragged Keiran into a supermarket in JB and we found it. I was so happy. Febreze almost made it seem like Clean Sheet Day all over again. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm off now to waste a few hours then, I'll poke Keiran in the shoulder till he wakes up. He's like a bear and I'm like someone who likes to live life on the edge. In reality, I'm just really bored and Keiran is my entertainment. He's free too, for the broke me.&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, my e.l.f products from the spree finally came, along with my polka dot ruched front jacket from Wetseal. I'm so happy with them both but I shall blog about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC03014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lot of love and little kisses!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Late Tuesday night, someone messaged me this: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Turtles! Under water! And sometimes on land! But mostly under water!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm not saying who sent it, just in case the person finds this sms embarassing but! It's become my favourite sms in a very long time. So random but so very very cute! It also made me very happy. ♥ Turtles and ♥ the Sms-er!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-8373734074725906772?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8373734074725906772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=8373734074725906772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8373734074725906772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8373734074725906772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-saturday-nights-and-border-crossing.html' title='Of Saturday Nights and Border Crossing'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-6634407964873565145</id><published>2008-09-21T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:27:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob261.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met Punitha and Kavitha today in Serangoon Gardens because we were all ultimately bored and I needed to take my new wedges from a spree out for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob261.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 399px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob261.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun but I'll blog more later. I've decided to have a quiet &lt;s&gt;evening&lt;/s&gt; moment or two before I fall asleep instead. I feel a bit of a sore throat coming on and so I've taken some Vitamin C and some precautionary medication. I'm just enjoying the scents from two of my Ikea candle sets, Christmas scents and Strawberry. I'll blow them out in a while and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob275.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob275.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope ya'll had a good Saturday too, whether you had some low key fun and laughs with old friends like I did or if you're still out on a dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;Love love and plenty of kisses.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-6634407964873565145?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/6634407964873565145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=6634407964873565145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6634407964873565145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6634407964873565145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/quiet.html' title='Quiet'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4314670816444830155</id><published>2008-09-19T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:48:30.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Stock</title><content type='html'>One of my spree items went out of stock today and I was so depressed. It was the most beautiful jacket, possibly in the world. It's that kind of over exaggerated feeling that helps me realise my period might be on the way. I have 2 weeks at best. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;I went by the music center yesterday and since I had a lot of time to get ready, I decided to try something different (for me) make up wise. I tried (not very successfully) to recreate this eye make up I saw on Sarah (SassyChix). I'm a big fan of her creative and amazing make up skills so when I watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_CrbBewPbc"&gt;her tutorial for her black and red&lt;/a&gt; look, I decided to give it a go. I was out of black eyeshadow though so I used this dark silver AND I substituted red for this pinkish purple. She makes it looks so effortless but I didn't quite get the same results. Far from it, rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob198.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="293" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob198.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the day so excuse the shiny skin. I think I didn't do too bad for a first attempt. I have proper black eyeshadow on it's way so I shall hunt for a bright red in the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking to the music center yesterday, I had this playlist consisting of songs I stole from Keiran's computer and Olivia (since I will apparently never get over her). While listening to Kaya's &lt;em&gt;Walkure&lt;/em&gt;, Armin Van Buuren's (featuring Sharon den Adel) &lt;em&gt;In and Out of Love&lt;/em&gt; and David Guetta's &lt;em&gt;Love is Gone&lt;/em&gt;, I felt like dancing so very much. It's not fun to just listen to songs on your iPod and dance scantily clad alone in your room (much like the iPod girl, only fat). It made me realise I'd missed clubbing on Wednesday and that got me slightly grumpy. I also have to add, I really love the androgynous Kaya and his voice very very much. Much thanks to Keiran for finding it and sharing it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob204.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 198px" height="198" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob204.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I was a little late. It says 6:05 on the ERP gantry and I was supposed to be there at 6. Thankfully, this gantry is only 2 minutes away and Mrs. White is such a lovely lady. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little sick today. I think I may get a full blown flu so I better take precautionary measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I did my eyebrows today, Keiran truthfully told me I'd butchered my right eyebrow but made me feel better by telling me the right one was a work of art though. I had to run an errand for Mrs. White and Keiran followed me. We had a nice lunch after at this little Japanese counter. I thought it was pretty good for the price. We spent the rest of the afternoon walking around and doing not much really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left to meet Nick, I walked around a little more. I bought a pair of shorts in Medium and I'm rather happy to fit into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is exactly but my skin has been looking better of late. Perhaps it's the fact that I've given up green tea for water and these days that's usually all I drink. Or perhaps it's the new scrub routine I've incorporated into my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob228.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still this one particular patch that looks awful but on the whole, I'm happy. Also, I discovered this one pigment today that I was very happy with. You can't really see it but it's a very soft purplish blue that looks like I've used 2 different colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware that this is a rather bimbotic post but bah, its the mood I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I get really irritated with people when they spend so much time bashing a particular type of person when they are exactly that way themselves. I don't understand them. It's like this, if I went around calling every chubby girl fat and saying how it annoys me that they are fat, it wouldn't make much sense since I'm huge myself, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think PMS is starting to show it's ugly, fat and pimple causing head because I'm feeling bitchier than usual. Time for preventative medication and bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all. Much love and kisses to most of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I love bloggers auto save thing very much because after writing all this out, I accidentally pressed something or another and found myself back at blogger's dashboard. If this had happened when I first started blogging, I'd have given up and gone to bed by now. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4314670816444830155?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4314670816444830155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4314670816444830155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4314670816444830155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4314670816444830155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/out-of-stock.html' title='Out of Stock'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-9148044300727193159</id><published>2008-09-18T00:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:36:07.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day..</title><content type='html'>Since I started my day rather early, I'm actually feeling sleepy now. It's not even 1 am yet. I'm practically a normal person with a boring sleep routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; and I spent just under &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cleaning the room today. I drove him crazy with the disinfecting spray. What? I needed to kill 99.9% of the germs that he still is sneezing around. Plus it was fun. While cleaning today, I was randomly wearing a variety of hats (probably 4-5 of them in total?) for the fun of it and once I also found this sash that I tied around my head (Rambo or Karate Kid style) and drew war paint on my face with lip liner. I even got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; into it by telling him we were reenacting Karate Kid and made him be the 'bad kid' that Daniel-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; fights in the end. We fought for a few seconds before it seemed like the 'bad kid' was winning then I called it off. I mean seriously, Daniel-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; has to be victorious! It was fun even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; called me a retard. But the interesting thing is, I walked out of the room with a different hat/sash each time (unintentionally) and you know what was cool? My grandmother didn't even flinch. She just glanced at me and then back to her drama. I love that she's so cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got done though, we were so tired (partially from playing around while cleaning up) that we plopped down in front of our (newly cleaned) laptops and just spaced out. I was doing some spree tracking and helped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/span&gt; order her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kickass&lt;/span&gt; shorts (which I totally would have gotten if I wasn't a fat cow who couldn't pull it off) and cute bomber jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after just sitting for about an hour, we decided on Subway instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; for dinner and lazed around for a few more minutes before we got ready to leave. I was ridiculously hungry but SOMEONE had to watch this silly video &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the 'trailer' for the Lego version of 300. -_- I should have just eaten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; but then I would have been so bored later at night when there wasn't anyone to beat up. Also, I would have gotten blood and stuff all over the newly cleaned room and I didn't feel like cleaning anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! After Subway and tasty Oven Roasted Chicken Breast subs, we walked to to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Daiso&lt;/span&gt; and I just had to buy a basket for my make up, a bigger box for our pigments and 2 rolls of pink and white polka dotted felt. I initially thought the felt would be a good underwear drawer lining but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; pointed out that I'd never be able to see the felt under all that underwear and I just measured it and it's not big enough. Maybe I'll just buy more or I'll find some other use for it. It's unbelievably cute though.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'll go to bed early today. And that brings me to what I actually wanted to say. Today is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Yes, such an happy occasion gets happy colours.)You can jump into bed snuggle into new smelling sheets. And I've just talked myself into doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one last thing. A stupid woman ruined my clubbing plans with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/span&gt; today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;.. If I should see her tomorrow, I shall (in my head) shake her furiously like a doll till she passes out or (in reality) give her the evil eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-9148044300727193159?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/9148044300727193159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=9148044300727193159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/9148044300727193159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/9148044300727193159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-day.html' title='Long day..'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-7413807406900516593</id><published>2008-09-17T08:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:30:59.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn..</title><content type='html'>It's been a rather slow week. I managed to meet &lt;strong&gt;BOTH&lt;/strong&gt; appointments yesterday by the way. With little inconvenience only to myself. I even managed seconds on the first appointment. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up early again. While I did go to bed rather early yesterday, that's not the reason I'm up early. You see, I'm supposed to do something for Mrs. White and if you can believe it, I actually remembered I needed to do it when I was half asleep and couldn't sleep after. Age catches up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keiran and I have decided to clean and disinfect this room today since he was so sick last week. Gah, but I want to go out! I want to do something! But I'm also so very broke. So no, I shall stay home instead.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I wore these heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob107.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 399px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob121.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I look so ashy. Also my hair is beginning to misbehave here.&lt;br /&gt;And found out, the secondary camera on my phone takes awesomely bad quality pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob117.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 322px" height="322" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob117.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I made my hair really cutesy and followed up by making really cutesy faces to irritate Jonny. In case you were wondering, it worked quite well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob128.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="321" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob128.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I mostly love my hair. It's only on days where it's so hot that my hair gets sticky and stuck to my forehead that I truly hate it. Yesterday it was pretty though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my awesome Forever 21 shades from the GSS by the way. I love them so berry much. Oh! The boy behind me was reading Teenage magazine! I used to buy that magazine when I was in lower secondary &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and still a teenager)&lt;/span&gt;. It's Aunt Agony column used to be rather frightening for the new teen that I was. Full of hormonal boys and girls considering having/have just had sex for the first time. I don't even want to get into the questions from the boys but I used to bring it to school and shove it in the faces of all my girlfriends. They'd all chime 'Ewwwwwwwww'.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I felt nostalgic seeing it. I stopped buying it somewhere in the second year because I needed the money for other things. Like for example, anything related to Robbie Williams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my fan girl scream by the way. I remember poring through magazine interviews, memorizing every detail about him I could (Also secretly looking for his message of love to me because it was bound to be in there since we were &lt;strong&gt;obviously&lt;/strong&gt; meant to be together), daydreaming about meeting him, sticking mini posters of him in my books and giving Punitha the 'are-you-insane?' stare when she said she did not find him remotely attractive. Sigh. I still find him rather attractive no matter what anyone says! In fact, there is this huge old Lime magazine cover poster of him in this 7-Eleven in Bishan that I plan to hug (or steal, whichever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=robbie_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/robbie_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeee..&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I've rambled quite a lot just from seeing that boy reading Teenage magazine yesterday. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob176.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Oh my God! I just remembered this! Recently we were at Kavitha's house and I had my laptop with me and I made Punitha sit and look through all the pictures in my Robbie Willams folder (yes, I still have one) asking her how she did not find him attractive AND all she'd would give me was that he was KINDA cute when he was younger. -_- Excuse me? When he was younger, I was in class showing you his picture in my book and you were still saying you didn't find him attractive! GRRRR! It's okay. I shall remain calm and be happy that my love for him is still unrivaled (amongst the people I know).&lt;br /&gt;♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-7413807406900516593?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7413807406900516593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=7413807406900516593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7413807406900516593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7413807406900516593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/yawn.html' title='Yawn..'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3257019532956721351</id><published>2008-09-16T06:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:37:11.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double booked!</title><content type='html'>After getting on Keiran's case for double, triple and even quadruple booking himself constantly, I've gone and double booked myself today. Gah. Sleep now, deal with it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3257019532956721351?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3257019532956721351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3257019532956721351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3257019532956721351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3257019532956721351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/double-booked.html' title='Double booked!'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5779123891724774274</id><published>2008-09-15T08:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T04:57:27.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>If you guys can believe it, I've actually been up for the last hour and a half. Sigh. I went to bed right after blogging yesterday since I was actually that damn bored. I woke up around 3 because Keiran needed his medication and I went back to bed at 5 and got up again before 7. It feels so weird to be awake at this time and not go to school or something though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bob105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Bob105.jpg" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my breakfast. One green apple and a handful (it's supposed to look like I just grabbed a handful but I've actually counted out 12 exactly) of little Meiji biscuits. I didn't quite feel like coffee, what with my problems with sleeping these days, so I'm having some hot green tea instead. Oh! Thats my pretty cup and saucer for whenever I drink green tea at home. It's rather nice, this breakfast thing. I haven't had breakfast since I went out to meet Punitha and Kavitha a few Saturdays ago and before that, I think I last had breakfast with Kavitha when we went GSS shopping. It's just not a part of my usual routine.&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of hours, I'm going to set up Skype in the living room for my grandparents since they talk to my mum and aunts in this mad conference call each Monday morning. I wonder what I'll do today. I hope Keiran is feeling better because it's rather boring with him asleep most of the time. Also, there isn't anyone to police my spreeing. :(&lt;br /&gt;In any case, good morning everyone. I hope you guys have time to have your morning coffee and a bite to eat before the rush of a Monday consumes you.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5779123891724774274?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5779123891724774274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5779123891724774274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5779123891724774274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5779123891724774274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-7819205456643419298</id><published>2008-09-14T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:52:10.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Angie-chan tagged me so I have to do it or she'll think I don't read her blog when in fact, I'm actually big fan of hers. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 20 people you can think of: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jonny&lt;br /&gt;2. Keiran&lt;br /&gt;3. Punitha&lt;br /&gt;4. Kavitha&lt;br /&gt;5. Vicky&lt;br /&gt;6. Ravi&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;s&gt;Gilbert&lt;/s&gt;Super Bert&lt;br /&gt;8. Cedric&lt;br /&gt;9. Lidija&lt;br /&gt;10. Angeline&lt;br /&gt;11. Sarih&lt;br /&gt;12. Jason&lt;br /&gt;13. Dominik&lt;br /&gt;14. Evil&lt;br /&gt;15. Joel&lt;br /&gt;16. Gene&lt;br /&gt;17. Malini&lt;br /&gt;18. Munesh&lt;br /&gt;19. Vicky M&lt;br /&gt;20. Sumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.. I totally cheated and stole names off my MSN friends list and blog links. ;p&lt;br /&gt;That was harder than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm, I met Evil when I used to play MU. He actually has a real name and it's Michał.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you never met 1?&lt;/strong&gt; Yikes, I don't know but it couldn't be good. Things would have been much harder and I would have been rather lost, I should think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if 9 and 20 are fated?&lt;/strong&gt; Lidija and Sumi? ^___^ No no, they can't be. I like Lidija with Cedric. Also, Sumi seems to be rather fond of one particular man. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will 6 and 14 date?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope, that's rather impossible. They don't even know each other and they're both boys that like girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe 3. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, rather insane and ruthless. Also very protective of those that mean something to her. (I'll tell ya'll a secret. She's nice to us so she does have a nice side!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 8 attractive?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I think he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe 7. &lt;/strong&gt;Super Bert is funny and sweet. He's also magic with computers and somehow always says the most unexpected things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know 12's family members? &lt;/strong&gt;Yes! Buahah! I'm one of them. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if 18 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;/strong&gt; Munesh? That's crazy. That would never ever happen because 18 is madly in love with 3. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What language does 15 speak?&lt;/strong&gt; Joel.. Hmm, English mostly. And some Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is going out with 9?&lt;/strong&gt; Cedric! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is 16?&lt;/strong&gt; Yikes, as unbelievable as this is, Gene is actually 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you last speak to 13?&lt;/strong&gt; Dominik.. I think I last spoke to him on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's 2's favorite singer?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think he has one. He has always been madly in love with Sharon den Adel's voice. Oh! But he too loves Olivia Lufkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date 4?&lt;/strong&gt; Kavitha? Of course, she's my Facebook girlfriend. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date 1?&lt;/strong&gt; Buahah. I totally would. Sigh, if only he'd date me.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 19 single?&lt;/strong&gt; No! He steals my Facebook girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's 10's last name?&lt;/strong&gt; Angelineeee erm.. I know this~! Ang! I'm sorry Angie-chan. I had to go to Friendster to double check. I was right though. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What school is 3 in?&lt;/strong&gt; Heh, Punitha is a fresh grad yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/strong&gt; Ravi.. Well, when Usagi-chan is in Singapore, he lives in Serangoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of 5?&lt;/strong&gt; Vicky! Awesome, sweet girl who is always always finding the best buys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you seen 2 naked?&lt;/strong&gt; Keiran? Err, maybe as a baby. But mostly no. He's my brother. Don't be gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose 5 people to do this test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Punitha&lt;br /&gt;2. Sumi&lt;br /&gt;3. Malini (I put her down as number 17 and there wasn't a question about her!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;5. Keiran/Kavitha (Maybe one or both of them will come out of their extended blogging hiatus and do this! ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came at a very right time. I am so very bored that I might just go to bed to escape it. Where is everybody?! GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please someone, stop all the sprees so I can live a normal life again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But also don't stop them, its not their fault I don't have an ounce of self control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not ramble here just because I'm bored. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And getting rather hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-7819205456643419298?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7819205456643419298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=7819205456643419298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7819205456643419298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7819205456643419298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/angie-chan-tagged-me-so-i-have-to-do-it.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-256714425473858208</id><published>2008-09-13T09:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:25:13.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>I loved the movie! I know the Pierce Brosnan is not the best singer in the world but you have to understand, he has a lot going for him already. It would be rather unfair (like in the cases of Ewan McGregor or Jim Sturgess, what they have is rather ridiculously unfair) if he was an awesome singer too. Also, I love love love Meryl Streep. She's so fantastic, she makes being in your fifties seem fab. Although Jonny felt the need to pretend like he didn't enjoy the movie to this one metal bassist (was it bassist?) we ran into on the way out of the theater, I shall tell the world the truth! ^_^ I had a great time though, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Keiran's been feeling quite sick for the last few days. I don't think he's gotten out of bed for an extended period in about 2 days now. Quite poor thing. It's always the same with us. We don't get slightly sick, have slight fevers or a passing cold. When we're sick, we're sick. High fever, flu, cough, the works. I haven't gotten this sick in a while. -knock on wood- I think the last time I felt that miserable was last year the week before fall finals. Yikes, I hope that doesn't happen again for a long while. Anyway, Keiran is very manja when he is sick. He likes to be pampered and for people to know he's sick so they will pity (and pamper) him because that's just the kind of sympathy whore he is. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Oh! It's Super Bert's birthday today so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Bertie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't know if he still reads this but anyway. If ya'll secretly read his blog, go wish him. I'm sure it'll make his day better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off now. Go watch Mamma Mia! It'll be good for ya. Oh! Before I forget, I wore my awesome sparkly gold tai tai Guess slides yesterday. These shoes are moving up my shoe ranks quite quickly. Sure, they're wooden so a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; heavy but they are mostly comfortable and about 4.5 inches high. Jonny says I only like really high heels because I'm short. -_- I'm average height dammit! Also, I think if I was super freaking tall, I'd still wear my heels high and not care what people thought. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;Love love all!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-256714425473858208?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/256714425473858208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=256714425473858208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/256714425473858208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/256714425473858208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-1404773632786319262</id><published>2008-09-12T00:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:17:46.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>Even thought something rather unfortunate happened today, it's still a good day! I got my haircut and yay, I have bangs again. ;p But but but! That's not all. After forever, I met Punitha, Kavitha and Vicky for lunch today. Weeee, I'd missed my girls so very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;berry&lt;/span&gt; much. :D We had an bitchy awesome time talking about demented people, my online shopping craze (which I've bitten Kavitha with. Muaha.), Punitha's relief teaching stint (which somehow she does rather bitchy-ly) and a bunch of other things (including but not limited to: Fernando Torres, jackets, the news and shoes). After that, Kavitha, Vicky and I walked around for a bit while Punitha ran off to an appointment. Don't tell Keiran but I bought purple tights. I'm hiding them in my bag till I get a chance to stuff them into my cupboard. At a later date, I'll casually wear them and if he asks when I bought those, I'll say I've had them forever and look puzzled that he didn't know. Or perhaps for greater effect, I'll pretend to be pissed off that he didn't remember me asking him about them at some point or another. I am queen!&lt;br /&gt;But wait! There's more!&lt;br /&gt;There was a book sale at school and while somethings were either not worth the money or not that interesting, I found this awesome book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Walk-High-Heels-Camilla-Morton/dp/0340836067/ref=ed_oe_p"&gt;How to Walk in High Heels: The Girl's Guide to Everything&lt;/a&gt; by Camilla Morton. I was first attracted to it's &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink cover&lt;/span&gt; since I've gone loco for pink of late, then the fact that she was talking about shoes and while I have no problem walking in heels, this book is full of cute, funny and at times, rather useful how to's. What made all this better? As I was looking at the content pages, thinking about buying it, I saw 'How to pick a shoe by Manolo Blahnik'. As soon as I saw that, I walked right up to the cashier, walked back to take newer piece of the same book, then paid for it and left. Weeee, now the shoe love of my life has just told me about how to pick a shoe and all about his passion for shoes. It was only a few pages but totally worth it. :D Also, the writer too, like me, thinks the higher the heel the better and scoffs at tiny heels and kitten heels. Enough to make me love her plenty I should think.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the cherry on top of the cake!&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to watch Mamma Mia! since I saw the trailer for it, like forever ago but obviously it hasn't opened here. It's supposed to open on the 18th of September and I haven't seen a movie since The Dark Knight (which was awesome but I don't want to talk too much about it or SOMEONE will get all smug). But yay of all yays, Jonny told me today that he's booked tickets for sneaks at 930pm tomorrow! :D He's actually been checking online everyday since I told him I was dying to see it, to look out for sneaks. Heeee, that makes me super happy (and quite loved as well). What an awesome end to such a good day. It almost makes me feel like digging around in the bushes for my hand phone never happened. We'll never speak of this again but sometimes, as I said earlier, unfortunate things happen. But no sadness from me. I found my phone and went on to have an awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;This post has too many weee's and heee's but I can't help it, it's been a rather happy noise inducing recap.&lt;br /&gt;Love love to all those who made today so awesome. Including Yvonne my awesome hairdresser. If I was a millionaire, I'd still go to her and leave ridiculously high tips. I just had to mention her because everyone else got a name mention. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Love to everyone else too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-1404773632786319262?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1404773632786319262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=1404773632786319262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1404773632786319262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1404773632786319262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/weeeeeee.html' title='Weeeeeee!'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5056344934009497442</id><published>2008-09-10T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:25:00.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I'm going to go get ready now. I'm rather sad now because of a stupid misunderstanding. Unfortunately to add to that, I'm still very fat and have no clothes to wear out. I don't even know what I'm doing here.&lt;br /&gt;Love love. (No exclamation mark because I'm not in the most chipper of moods)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5056344934009497442?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5056344934009497442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5056344934009497442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5056344934009497442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5056344934009497442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5964937183271232227</id><published>2008-09-10T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T02:06:27.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change!</title><content type='html'>I've switched to that new blogger thing. I hated it and tried to make it look as much as my old blog as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Shall now hop off and paint my nails.&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5964937183271232227?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5964937183271232227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5964937183271232227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5964937183271232227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5964937183271232227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/change.html' title='Change!'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-8593328322008467638</id><published>2008-09-09T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:08:18.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in forever but its actually not my fault. You see, I fell into a flurry of online sprees and couldn't get out till my bank account was completely empty, leaving me to do activities that cost nothing (such as blogging!).&lt;br /&gt;It's been rather boring of late. Mostly I'm at home, out with Keiran or Jonny or at school. I haven't even seen Punitha and Kavitha in forever. I think it was the lack of window shopping that led me to spreeing. :( It's quite sad. Now, even though I can't afford anything, I still look for spree updates and look at online stores people are happily spreeing at. Though I have to admit, I mostly only do it to go, 'Ha! I don't even like anything anyway!' or 'Ha! Don't have it in my size anyway!'. Yes, it's a rather sad time for me. Keiran always looks at me disapprovingly whenever he sees me looking at online stores. :(&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, it's been ages since, but there are pictures from the last time we went clubbing. I picked the better ones of me, of course, but all the awful ones are on Facebook thanks to the uber camwhores, Punitha and Kavitha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02626.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC02626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02650.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC02650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02677.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC02677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the night, probably while waiting for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02685.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC02685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this was the last picture of the night before the silly (read: BAD) ones of all of us I took in the cab home.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being the satanist Punitha is, she organized going to Sentosa on National Day but! EARLY in the morning. Really really ridiculously early in the morning. So armed with tonnes of sunblock, we set forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02721.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC02721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wait for Kavitha at the train station. Buaha.&lt;br /&gt;See, the thing is, I hated most of the pictures from that day because well.. I looked like a beached whale, even more so since we were at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02750.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC02750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02790.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC02790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here. With no make up and rather tired from splashing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=160820083899.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 401px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/160820083899.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! This picture! I took this while being bored and waiting for Punitha when she decided that she was truly a satanist and asked us to breakfast on a Saturday morning. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She killed my Saturday morning 2 weeks in a row but I had fun both times. We played Captains Ball at the beach and we had awesome breakfast gossip and catch up so it was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=160820083916.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/160820083916.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee, that night, Jonny and I went out to dinner. It was crowded but fun. He was being patient and I was being agitated. See, I suggested the place, so I felt the time we were wasting standing around was sort of my fault. He was nice about it though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't much else to say. It's a rather slow semester. Only 2 classes, though I wish I had more. I guess I'll be off now. But! Not without random pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=120820083836.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/120820083836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edamame buddy! I love him. From a random time at Sakae Sushi with Keiran. I'm going to use him in the next photo project I send to mummy. From time to time, I make these little cute things to send mummy to make her happy and to show her that we're thinking about her. Usually a few pictures of us and what we've been up to and a few pictures of things she'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n707470131_1694311_7106.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/n707470131_1694311_7106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I love this! Ana uploaded it to Keirans ♥ Penguins group on Facebook and I think it's like the cutest thing ever! Next to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sss-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/sss-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the one I uploaded!&lt;br /&gt;Weeeee, so cute that many high pitched noises are coming from me and I have to look away to stop making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=emoticon-anime-080.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/emoticon-anime-080.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? It's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-8593328322008467638?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8593328322008467638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=8593328322008467638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8593328322008467638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8593328322008467638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-awhile.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;It&apos;s been awhile&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4508084971267914732</id><published>2008-08-22T03:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:16:40.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You see the thing is...</title><content type='html'>Whenever I talk about someone, without naming them, usually associated to a ridiculously good day, rarely so but at times associated with a really bad day, I mean one particular person. I just didn't use a name before. From now on, I shall.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I'd wanted to put down his full name, address and phone numbers here but he can be cranky and I don't want anybody else but me annoying him. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a long blog post, with clubbing, the beach and arguing to the world why I think Punitha might be a Satanist. But for now, I'm off to fall into a book and then fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love love love~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you, boy who has been looking at more shoes over the last few days than I have in the last week all for me, extra special love. Tomorrow onwards, you'll have a name. Not like everyone didn't already know who you were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4508084971267914732?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4508084971267914732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4508084971267914732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4508084971267914732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4508084971267914732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-see-thing-is.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;You see the thing is...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-8672524194470336678</id><published>2008-08-05T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:58:50.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Bob</title><content type='html'>Instead of sleeping, I've been up watching Season 6 of Sex and the City again and I just finished the episode where Carrie first goes out with Aleksandr Petrovsky. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say I will love Aleksandr Petrovsky, or rather Mikhail Baryshnikov forever and ever. I don't care that they decided to make him an asshole all of a sudden so they could conveniently bring Big back. PFFT to Big.&lt;br /&gt;♥ to the sexy Russian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-8672524194470336678?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8672524194470336678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=8672524194470336678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8672524194470336678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8672524194470336678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/08/call-me-bob.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Call me Bob&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-1123382072266366031</id><published>2008-08-05T05:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:52:59.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain pain yet again</title><content type='html'>My head really hurts. I don't know why I get these really bad headaches every week or every other week. D:&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I shall leave my socks to entertain you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=040320082052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/040320082052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought these months ago and I forgot that I had a picture. I love them only partially because they remind me of Minky. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Also, pictures before The Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/collage-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeee for collages. They let me put up many pictures of myself without seeming ENTIRELY self obsessed. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=170720083611.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/170720083611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one big picture so you can see that my head is huge. Muahaha. Of course this picture might be up all by itself because Kavitha said my hair looked good in a good messy way. But I'm not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;La la love and good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go save Keiran because he claims he might have thrown out his back. On a side note, why do they say thrown out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Seems it's just a muscle cramp. O_O&lt;br /&gt;PPS: It's really sad that I know it's bed time when I go to the kitchen to get water and realise the LRTs are running already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-1123382072266366031?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1123382072266366031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=1123382072266366031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1123382072266366031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1123382072266366031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/08/brain-pain-yet-again.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Brain pain yet again&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-7147904611788248672</id><published>2008-07-31T06:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:48:25.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one, I promise!</title><content type='html'>I know this is like my third blog post and I still haven't slept yet. I finished my notes about 45 minutes ago and I found myself wandering about the Internet instead of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Meh, at least I found this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Usagineko.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Usagineko.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I MISS MINKY! I MISS MY RABBIT CAT! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I miss Vaderlicious as well but I'm guess he's happier now with Dan. What with all the swimming, possibility of steak and weekly ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Can't wait for Mummy and Minky to come back at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Good night for real now.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-7147904611788248672?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7147904611788248672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=7147904611788248672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7147904611788248672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7147904611788248672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-one-i-promise.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Last one, I promise!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5759427827339666496</id><published>2008-07-31T03:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T03:56:56.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleah, studying!</title><content type='html'>I am getting sleepy and I don't want to write anymore notes for Biopsychology. :(&lt;br /&gt;I shall persevere as doing this now gives me tomorrow's travel time to the music center and other places to study. It also gives me tomorrow night and the travel time to school to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, a random picture from a Scientific Enquiry last semester. Big Hug strip from a Hershey's kiss that Sarih gave me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=130620083214.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/130620083214.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAWN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambatte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sleepy kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5759427827339666496?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5759427827339666496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5759427827339666496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5759427827339666496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5759427827339666496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/bleah-studying.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Bleah, studying!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-7740302104641570869</id><published>2008-07-31T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:06:34.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again</title><content type='html'>I realise I haven't done a shoe post in a long time so I thought I'd do one today. Actually, I'm feeling rather lazy and thought that I would escape doing it by convincing Keiran to watch Naruto now. Unfortunately he's a stupid noob who is talking to someone online and therefore is making me blog first. OH! Now he just said he's done! But I'm going to be devoted and blog! HMPH~! Eat that Keiran! One might wonder why my options of things to do tonight are fun things when I have an exam this Friday and my final next Friday but that's neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes shoes shoes!&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with Manolo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ManoloLOML.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/ManoloLOML.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these and fell madly in love. I even named the file ManoloLOML (loveofmylife). By the way, these are so nice even Keiran said he wants them, just without the heel. Speaking of which, I was out shopping with Ravi and Keiran and saw these awesome Dr. Martens with a vine pattern running up them but they don't have them in black so I really want these now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DrMartens20eye.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DrMartens20eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee, 20 eye awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to Manolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Manolostud.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Manolostud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keiran hates these but I'd wear 'em. Happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ManoloCamo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/ManoloCamo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I love these camo ones! LOVE LOVE LOVE!!! Marry them and have babies but I cannot promise not to cheat on them with other shoes. Like the boots above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Manolo-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Manolo-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ManoloBuckle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/ManoloBuckle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the big buckle. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ManoloBootie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/ManoloBootie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been going mad for booties of late. You'll notice as I move on to other designers as well. I haven't bought a pair because it's hard to find one I truly adore. In my budget. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ManoloStrappy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/ManoloStrappy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ManoloSATC.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/ManoloSATC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something blue from Sex and the City. I'm sure ya'll remember.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I love these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=OscarBootie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/OscarBootie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love Oscar de la Renta! :D&lt;br /&gt;Christian Louboutin. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CLCrystaled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/CLCrystaled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ClAsy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/ClAsy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CLbootie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/CLbootie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CLBootie2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/CLBootie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all the booties in this post!!! And all the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CLBlue.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/CLBlue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CLClutch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/CLClutch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random Louboutin clutch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CLLeather.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/CLLeather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what else I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CLlovee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/CLlovee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This! Reminds me of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=McQueen2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/McQueen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Alexander McQueen! ♥&lt;br /&gt;I remember once when I was younger I saw a few of his outfits in the cable vision magazine and there was this one red dress with a short skirt made entirely out of red feathers. There was also a picture of him walking a dog.&lt;br /&gt;I've always had fond feelings about him since then.&lt;br /&gt;I also love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=McQueen3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/McQueen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=McQueen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/McQueen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=McQueenBootie2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/McQueenBootie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=McQueenBootie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/McQueenBootie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I want to many things. Now I shall watch Naruto while feeling depressed about not having all these shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love and kisses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, will blog soon unless I've died from exams. Or shoewantingness. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-7740302104641570869?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7740302104641570869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=7740302104641570869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7740302104641570869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7740302104641570869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-that-time-again.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;It&apos;s that time again&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-200493624419654101</id><published>2008-07-17T04:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:11:49.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meems</title><content type='html'>I'm so much of a geek that I actually just logged onto Facebook to check what anime I watched just before watching Nana. On the way to the music center the other day, I was thinking about how much Nana meant to me and I remembered that Kavitha watched it before me, picking it quite randomly one night when she was bored (and couldn't find Deathnote to stream). She made it sound awesome and I remember racing through the anime I was watching then, to get to Nana. Then I couldn't stop thinking what anime I raced through.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up finishing Nana before Kavitha. ^_^ And falling madly in love with Takumi, possibly above all other anime characters. Sigh. Then the Nana movie brought about Tetsuji Tamayama. Playing Takumi.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Enough now.&lt;br /&gt;Initial D, by the way. Was the anime I'd raced through for Nana.&lt;br /&gt;I had a rather pointless day today. Studied for a test that was supposed to be today, a test I thought got moved to Friday so I was actually being early with the studying. Turns out, it's next Wednesday so I put my axons, dendrites and central Nervous System away. All this seemed much easier with Dr. Durm. Then again, that was Intro to Psych, not Biopsychology. :(&lt;br /&gt;Ended up getting bored, raiding Keiran's computer while he was at work and watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and Juno. I loved both. I'm so happy I finally got around to watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It gave me a warm feeling today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also happy because I painted my nails and bimbotically stuck crystals on them all by myself, almost going blind in the process. I'm back to red by the way. The blues never worked out and I gave them away. Sometimes I go with light browns, nudey or happy colours like orange but it's almost always red or pink again. Also seem to have accumulated tonnes of nail polish from The Face Shop. :S I blame it on the bottle with the leaf design on the top. No no, I shall not post pictures because while I thought my nails were pretty, Keiran said they were weird. :(&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else notice that I've been blogging rather diligently? Ah yes, of course no one does because no one reads this stupid space anymore. Even I'm bored of me. But I have a new tagboard and it's much pinker.&lt;br /&gt;I should be asleep. I actually might have something to wake up for tomorrow. Other than 'The Dark Knight'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weeeee, pink suki!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=150720083533.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/150720083533.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love love love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-200493624419654101?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/200493624419654101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=200493624419654101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/200493624419654101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/200493624419654101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/meems.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Meems&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-2723038913889271353</id><published>2008-07-16T04:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T04:58:57.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may have a problem</title><content type='html'>I was frantically looking through my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cupboard&lt;/span&gt; for something to wear when I came across a shopping bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shopping bag I'd tossed quickly into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cupboard&lt;/span&gt; when I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; coming into the room. (Since he scolds me for shopping so randomly. Especially when it's underwear. :( It's not my fault I run into sales, is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shopping bag with underwear I'd bought weeks ago that I'd forgotten about completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was before the mad Cotton On episode of XX underwear. O.o At least this time, the number was in the single digits.&lt;br /&gt;I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Punitha&lt;/span&gt; to tell her this as soon as I found 'em and all she said was 'You're damn sick, you know that? How much underwear do you even have?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long I could go for without repeating underwear. I should try one day. And at the end of it all, I'd have a mountain of newly washed underwear. A small mountain though. More like a molehill actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a problem. At least if I ever become the old lady that lived in her shoes, like Carrie said she might become in an episode of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SATC&lt;/span&gt;, I'd have a blanket made out of underwear to keep me warm. (Though the idea of an underwear blanket makes me uncomfortable. Partially because I'd have to give them up as underwear. Shall make it a point not to live in shoes or if it comes to that, to buy a blanket.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I don't nearly have as many shoes as Carrie Bradshaw. For now. ;D&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-2723038913889271353?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2723038913889271353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=2723038913889271353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2723038913889271353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2723038913889271353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-may-have-problem.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;I may have a problem&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-6729276112658839393</id><published>2008-07-14T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:57:48.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashita no imagoro ni wa watashi wa kitto naiteru</title><content type='html'>I was walking towards Plaza Singapura today after running an errand for my mum, and First Love by Utada Hikaru played on my iPod. That line in Japanese above this? It's only there today because while she sang it, I managed to understand what she was singing. Somewhat. And that made me very happy today. :D&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I have an exam this week. :( It's a bit of a better week though. I've managed to sort through some of the mess in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I met Kavitha and Vicky for some Botak Jones yumminess after the errand running. I'm so full now. Ugh. And fat. I'm so full and fat now. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the concert I helped Mrs. White out for. And pictures. Because I have nothing left to say. And as a big fat pig, I shall roll around fatly after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were these tasty biscuits set out for kids alongside some candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100720083448.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/100720083448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm well aware that it looks like a regular box of biscuits &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I thought the inside was so cute. Heh. The box is so happy to be thrown away. And the dustbin is so happy to have the box thrown in it. ^_^ Weeeeeeeee, dustbin drop! Fun fun fun! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100720083446.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/100720083446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with Punitha and Kavitha earlier in the day and had to rush to the Japanese Association after so I wore a skirt and a polo then changed tops before I went. I love this skirt. It's the one I got at the Robinsons 150th Anniversary Sale. ♥ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100720083458s.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/100720083458s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wore these shoes. For like the second time. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100720083486.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/100720083486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's really hot at the reception area and one of Mrs. Whites friends was so kind as to bring me a cute fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100720083479.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/100720083479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhore, camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100720083484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/100720083484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100720083477.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/100720083477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly... Camwhore with the fan. In a spastic manner. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100720083491.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/100720083491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love and kisses. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I streamed and loved Gossip Girl. ^_^ Well Season One anyway. Now you go watch it too okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-6729276112658839393?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/6729276112658839393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=6729276112658839393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6729276112658839393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6729276112658839393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/ashita-no-imagoro-ni-wa-watashi-wa.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Ashita no imagoro ni wa watashi wa kitto naiteru&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-662074510866841418</id><published>2008-07-11T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:16:26.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyaaa haa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weeeee&lt;/span&gt;, I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; I would be home studying and doing my homework before going out to meet him and other friends in the evening BUT I'm secretly going to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Punitha&lt;/span&gt; for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Why is my LITTLE brother making me do my homework? I don't know, ask him! (But don't tell him that I'm escaping homework today. :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Japanese Association last night to help Mrs. White out. I spent about an hour bored and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;camwhoring&lt;/span&gt; while there was nothing to do. Will blog with pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;Now! Onward I march, to wash my hair.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-662074510866841418?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/662074510866841418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=662074510866841418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/662074510866841418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/662074510866841418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/nyaaa-haa.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Nyaaa haa&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5214908097302508935</id><published>2008-07-07T03:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T04:24:24.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust in me</title><content type='html'>Hancock turned out to be better than I expected. While it's not one of my favourite movies of all time, I did enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;I spent today lazily. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; woke me up past one telling me that my grandmother made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thosai&lt;/span&gt; for lunch. While I was brushing my teeth, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; started to do his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thosai&lt;/span&gt; dance. So I joined him while brushing and synced up quite quickly. ^_^ It's funny. When he does silly things and expects me to ignore him or tell him to stop being such an idiot and I simply join him like it's normal, he turns around and tells me I'm a freak. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Weeeee&lt;/span&gt;, may have now perfected the art of counter irritating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I knocked him out with cold pills since he's been feeling a cold coming on and with our seemingly busy schedules, I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Punitha&lt;/span&gt; and caught up for a little bit. Sooner or later, the lull of a lazy Sunday put us both to sleep as well.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I woke up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; was ready to go out to lunch and I started to freak out about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Biopsychology&lt;/span&gt; quizzes. T_T Ah well, I managed to get done and meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Punitha&lt;/span&gt; for a late dinner of lamb chops and chicken wings. :D&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling jaded of late. I don't know whats wrong with me and I want it to stop but I can't simply be as I want to be. My head is swamped with reasons, possible explanations, as to why. I wish it would be as easy as to pick one I liked and say I'm all fixed.&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I loved dreaming. I thought dreams were, I don't know, like a form of entertainment while you slept? And the entertainment could carry on when you woke up and perhaps daydreamed. My dreams trouble me of late. I have uncomfortable dreams more often than I used to. When I do dream of something that makes me feel wonderful, it simply causes me distress when I wake.&lt;br /&gt;I once wrote a story where each night a girl was tormented by her dreams, so tormented she couldn't rest. In her dreams, she was as perfect as she could be but she was seeing a guy who had a girlfriend. She would feel the agony her dream self felt when she woke up but it was coupled with being exhausted by this intense dream that didn't let her rest when she slept. I don't know why I wrote that, it was probably based on a stupid dream I had. I wonder where it is. I wrote it on thick white paper with a black felt pen. I still love how black ink looks on white paper I suppose. Perhaps now I'm paying for how I made the girl in my story feel, of course mine is a much smaller distress.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to end this post exactly. I don't have a conclusion or a solution to my issue. So I'll just end here. Good night all.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5214908097302508935?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5214908097302508935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5214908097302508935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5214908097302508935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5214908097302508935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/trust-in-me.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Trust in me&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-2747485286841419658</id><published>2008-07-05T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:29:50.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeee</title><content type='html'>I'm heading out in a few minutes to watch Hancock. I'm not dying to watch it or anything but it's better than staying home. At least I'll have company. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the purpose of this post is to say I'm all ready but it's too early to leave. -_- So? Camwhore with webcam is the way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/collage-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that in the time it took me to research natto in great detail  (for Keiran), camwhore, choose pictures and collage them, upload collage and type out this post, it would be time to go. But it seems not. Grr..&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Angie-chan! Here's a special mention to you. I was so excited you tagged that I replied you twice. ;D&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not too lonely with your bf away. :(&lt;br /&gt;♥ ya much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ♥  for most of the rest of you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-2747485286841419658?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2747485286841419658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=2747485286841419658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2747485286841419658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2747485286841419658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/weeeeeee.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Weeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-7429608662807295083</id><published>2008-07-04T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T04:47:41.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come be as one, And fall in love</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I blogged properly. I feel like I don't even know what to say here anymore. It's odd, I felt like blogging on the way home today but now that I'm here, I'm not quite sure what to say. I went out to run some errands for Mummy and ended up watching 'Wanted' with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt;. It's not a movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; typical of me to watch but it stars Angelina Jolie and well... That pretty much says it all. She looks so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unbelievably&lt;/span&gt; beautiful in the movie. Sigh. Is it odd for me to wish I was Brad Pitt? I suppose it is rather odd and perhaps disturbing to some. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; was going to go off to meet some friends and I decided to walk around Plaza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Singapura&lt;/span&gt; instead of going directly home. I keep telling myself to buy a new bag because I need a gigantic one for school but I never get around to it. I think in the end I am just going to steal the bag that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/span&gt; stole from one of her sisters because it's the first super large bag I've coveted this much in a long time. Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a lie. I'm still on that bag because I just saw it again yesterday when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/span&gt; carried it out to taunt me. In the end, I looked at bags and ended up buying a ring, Lip Ice, 2 bottles of nail polish from The Face Shop and some other small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the Great Singapore Sale now but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GSS&lt;/span&gt;-ed myself out on the first day itself. I said I would blog about that but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;, it's so long past now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just make a quick mention of what I remember. Lets see, oh yea, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/span&gt; and I met early, in our most comfortable and easily change-out-able outfits. We had breakfast and bitched about how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Punitha&lt;/span&gt; cheated us at the last minute and would only join us later. Then looked around the underwear sale in the middle of Plaza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Singapura&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for M)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;phosis&lt;/span&gt; to open. We went mad at M)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;phosis&lt;/span&gt; and decided to give the rest of the stores in Singapore a chance as well. We walked down and looked at stores all the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Takashimaya&lt;/span&gt; where we ran into M)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Phosis&lt;/span&gt; again and threw more money their way. Met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Punitha&lt;/span&gt; and shopped more at Forever 21 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kick ass&lt;/span&gt; sunglasses ♥ forever!), Cotton On and Cotton On Body. After looking in Tangs for a little bit we spontaneously decided to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Robinsons&lt;/span&gt; 150&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary sale at the Expo. That turned out to be an awesome idea despite the disgusting thing that happened on our journey there -shudders-. Shall not think or talk about that now. After the warehouse sale, we went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Punithas&lt;/span&gt; house to roll around in our purchases (not literally, I found out later). There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/span&gt; and I realised we'd actually shopped for 12 hours that day. Sigh. That just made me so happy. We should marathon shop more often!&lt;br /&gt;Things I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 pairs of shoes. 1 pair of wooden wedges and 1 pair black slides from M)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;phosis&lt;/span&gt;. 1 pair of gold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tai&lt;/span&gt; slides and one pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;strappy&lt;/span&gt; shoes from Guess at the Robinson 150&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary sale. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Punitha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/span&gt; said they were disgusted with me for being able to buy 4 pairs of shoes in day but I know they really meant impressed with me or in awe of me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair of slippers from M)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;phosis&lt;/span&gt;. Awesome for school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pair of fab sunglasses from Forever 21&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;14 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;individial&lt;/span&gt; pieces of underwear. From PS underwear sale/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt;/Cotton On Body/Robinson's 150&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary sale. Mostly not in sets. I've been so bad though. Recently I ran into another Cotton on Body sale and the sale was so good I bought another XX more. T_T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 tops, 2 skirts, 1 sweater and one jumper from M)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;phosis&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 skirt from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Robinsons&lt;/span&gt; 150&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pair of super cool tights from T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;opshop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, what a good day that was. Sigh. In case you're wondering, I didn't type that all out from memory alone, I have a picture reference as well. ;D I would post the picture here but it's got bras and panties all over the place and I don't want you to know what kinda underwear I like. ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; that for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;GSS&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure I've bought little things here and there but I don't quite remember.&lt;br /&gt;Jumping away from shopping before I go, I had 2 awesome lecturers this semester. They were a couple from Buffalo and Dr. Matt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Bowker&lt;/span&gt; taught us Philosophy while Dr. Julie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Bowker&lt;/span&gt; taught us Scientific Inquiry into Psychology. I loved both their classes very much and if I REALLY had to choose (like at gunpoint or something. Why someone would have me at gunpoint to ask me this is quite besides the point.) between them, I'd cry, think for a while and say Julie. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; only because she's so cute and nice and she didn't have a participation grade. I guess she didn't need to have one for the class she taught but I'm scared to say things in class, like really really, nervous-heart-pounding-in-throat-feel-like-I-might-vomit kind of scared. Ah well. Nonetheless, loved them both very much.&lt;br /&gt;My finals were alright, I got an A in the Psychology class and the grade for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt; hasn't been posted yet but I know I won't get an A. I aced my reading response average and I think I did pretty alright on the final but the scared to talk in class part is gonna kick my grades ass. :(&lt;br /&gt;So much for not knowing what to say. I've got a huge headache and I think I'll stop here and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Night and love love love!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-7429608662807295083?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7429608662807295083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=7429608662807295083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7429608662807295083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7429608662807295083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/come-be-as-one-and-fall-in-love.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Come be as one, And fall in love&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3833187497847152717</id><published>2008-06-26T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T09:20:21.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals finals finals!</title><content type='html'>Yeap, before I even fully realised it, it's that time of the semester again. Sigh. It's the first time in a very long time that I'm having 2 papers on the same day. An hour or so apart, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the sight of something stunned me. I was consumed with jealousy. Then I exhaled, reminded myself of a promise made not too long ago and it passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like I was telling Punitha of late, priorities my darling, priorities. I can do as others, but I suppose things that happened with me has slightly jaded that careless side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Back to my Plato, Lucretius, Epicurus, Epictetus, other stoics, Sextus Empiricus, Montaigne, Camus, Kafka and the small mountain of Scientific Enquiry into Psychology notes I've taken. One one hand, I'm happy to have read all I've read but ugh, it's one thing to read for pleasure and and another to read for school. No no! Leave me negative thoughts! I need to pwn the finals! GAMBATTE Santhiyaa~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps with the finals over, I'll blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love to some of you all!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3833187497847152717?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3833187497847152717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3833187497847152717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3833187497847152717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3833187497847152717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/06/finals-finals-finals.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Finals finals finals!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-1353802776079584045</id><published>2008-06-09T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:23:48.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well hello to you too.</title><content type='html'>I just want to clarify something. I'm sorry if I am being presumptuous in thinking what you wrote was about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't harbor anger and hatred toward you. I am not at war with you either. I'm stating this here because for one you seem to have it wrong and also, I want you to know I'm not writing any of this in anger. I'm just writing this because I felt that some of the things you wrote weren't true and some I found unfair. I get agitated by you at times and for that I apologise. I really am working on fixing that. I don't see what you're accepting and I didn't see where you tried so much either.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have to say this since you spoke about it. If you remember awhile back, you once told me you believed in something, that somethings were meant to be shared with special people and not a year from that day you acted otherwise. I understand that people make mistakes and I make plenty of them as well. I'm pretty sure you're well aware of a large portion of them. I just don't think it's fair of you to say that you don't say you believe in something and act otherwise. If you felt like the way you acted was in line with what you said you believed in, shame wouldn't have kept you from sharing it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not holding your mistakes against you. It's more like your actions lead me to believe that you're a very different person from the one you show me, the one you, I at least hope, used to be. They seem to say to me, the girl I once shared my world with, whose world I shared, doesn't exist anymore. The soft, kind one who knew what I was thinking all the time, the one who was herself and kept to her promises, she's gone. To be honest, I will love and cherish her forever. But she's not you. And I'm coming around to accept that. For her I will care for forever.&lt;br /&gt;For you, I'm working on putting aside agitation and moving towards indifference. I'm not trying to be cruel. I don't hate you and I don't want to either. Hating you would be unfair to the girl you used to be.&lt;br /&gt;One thing though, you were right. I'm not saying that all of this is your fault. I think we've both made mistakes. Perhaps some of the things I did were unnecessary. I'm sorry for the past and this shall be my last post about you.&lt;br /&gt;Again, if I made a mistake in assuming it was me you were talking about, I am extremely sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-1353802776079584045?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1353802776079584045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=1353802776079584045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1353802776079584045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1353802776079584045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-hello-to-you-too.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Well hello to you too.&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4073903548307222892</id><published>2008-05-29T02:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:37:20.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City love</title><content type='html'>I went to watch Sex and the City: The Movie today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you person who went with me despite having to wake up at ungodly nation serving hours tomorrow. All because I was being a brat who needed to see it TODAY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY!&lt;/span&gt; And NOW &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-stomps feet- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ya for it though. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say much about the movie 'cept to say I teared up only once and was able to blink it back. I think that has more to do with PMS than the sad part though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog about the GSS soon. Now I'm tired and off to irritate Keian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love love love la la love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Makes the world go round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4073903548307222892?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4073903548307222892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4073903548307222892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4073903548307222892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4073903548307222892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-and-city-love.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Sex and the City love&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-954853877871121816</id><published>2008-05-17T04:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T05:18:14.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>How is it possible in the one session that you drew the most positive emotion from me in the longest time, you also manage to irritate me in so many ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elbow hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose just as much as you're not the you that you used to be, I'm not the me that I was. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the name of that tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Edit:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Last night I dreamt of going so very close to obtaining Manolo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blahnik&lt;/span&gt; open toed Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Janes&lt;/span&gt;. They were out if my size and I tried to squeeze into a size 7 before deciding if I was going to buy them, I want them to be quite perfect for me. Someone, buy me these shoes before I completely lose my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT THEM SO BAD. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-954853877871121816?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/954853877871121816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=954853877871121816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/954853877871121816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/954853877871121816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/05/question.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Question&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3370720002237500905</id><published>2008-05-14T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:14:06.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleagh</title><content type='html'>I'm awake now thanks to an incessant pinging sound from my computer. Yawn. Something closed while another something was still open. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;. What do people do when they wake up at this time? (Obviously when they don't have school, work etc.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; but he's doing some dumb quiz thing. He just scared the crap outta me though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nergal&lt;/span&gt;- -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Minnenes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ekko&lt;/span&gt; stiller &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;timen&lt;/span&gt;.- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana i got some bad news for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brat Princess says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brat Princess says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nergal&lt;/span&gt;- -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Minnenes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ekko&lt;/span&gt; stiller &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;timen&lt;/span&gt;.- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to cut my hair before the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brat Princess says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nergal&lt;/span&gt;- -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Minnenes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ekko&lt;/span&gt; stiller &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;timen&lt;/span&gt;.- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says so on my medical form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought something really bad had happened. He'd sent the blackmail pictures of me to someone, he was actually not coming home in June, somehow I'm trapped in my room with a pigeon (shudders at the thought). Silly boy. I am quite sad that he's going to cut off all his hair that soon though. :(&lt;br /&gt;Last night I decided to be overambitious and clean out one side of the cupboard for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; AND at the same time, tidy up my clothes as well. I remember falling asleep at one point and now in the pink hued morning light, I can make out a gigantic pile of clothes that need to be sorted out and put away. UGH. Why don't I ever learn my lesson? T_T At least this time I didn't fall asleep on my clothes. I shall not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;despair&lt;/span&gt;. I'll have this done by the end of the day. Somehow. I'm going out tonight and I don't want to come home late and look at this mess. Oh no, mummy, if you are reading this, I'm joking. Of course I don't have a pile of clothes on the floor. Ha ha. Who does that? Not me, for sure. It's just funny. Is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I'll force myself back to sleep or force &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a tiny martian army somewhere that wants to help me with the clothes? I won't tell anyone you're on earth and I will house you for the entire time it takes to put my stuff away. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; are really good at it, maybe I'll even keep you full time. Think about it and let me know. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Preferably&lt;/span&gt; really soon) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3370720002237500905?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3370720002237500905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3370720002237500905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3370720002237500905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3370720002237500905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/05/bleagh.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Bleagh&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-1224544179832050934</id><published>2008-05-07T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T03:27:42.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr!</title><content type='html'>All you people that go to perfectly innocent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; videos for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; songs and leave spoiler comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope it burns when you pee. No no, that's too nice, I hope you have the best sleep of your life but you have to wake up to pee and then when you pee, it burns so badly, you actually can't go back to sleep for nights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope your penis falls off/girl parts itch uncontrollably.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mostly, I hope you too have something you anxiously look forward to and have something spoil it for you. But not something minor like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;. Something like your wedding day or graduating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm in a very bad mood over this whole spoiler thing. Some people can be so damn retarded. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side note, I watched Ghost in the Shell yesterday and Final Fantasy VII today. I did like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ghost&lt;/span&gt; in the Shell but I think I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; Final Fantasy VII. The animation is really quite awesome and though I had to read up a little on the game to get the story a bit better, it was quite worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so bored with not much to do. Perhaps I should clean my room. My clothes have gotten out of hand. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;, not today. I'm too agitated with this spoiler guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why would someone do that?!?!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-1224544179832050934?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1224544179832050934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=1224544179832050934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1224544179832050934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1224544179832050934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/05/grr.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Grr!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-7862713168198006221</id><published>2008-05-05T06:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T07:07:24.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. My. God.</title><content type='html'>As I've said here before, I have been following Project Runway patiently on TV since it's always nice to have a show. (Especially since I don't watch much TV anymore) Usually I just stream or watch stuff off my computer. I thought it would be nice for a change to follow a show. The other day I was telling Jonny about my favourite designer from the show, Christian Siriano. He was wondering what the big deal was and wanted to look it up. -_-&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: I'm gonna look up this show and see who won.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: No, please don't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: I'm not gonna tell you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: I know but my sick brain will find a way to get it out of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: I'M NOT TELLING YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Fine. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PLEASE DON'T TELL ME WHO WINS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: Wow, this guy is our age.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt; Are you telling me the guy that wins is our age? Wow, thanks a lot. I can't believe you just said that. I can pretty much guess from that, can't I? -_-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: No no no, this guy didn't win.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Are you talking about the guy I like then, Christian?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: Yea, wow, he's only our age.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT CHRISTIAN DIDN'T WIN? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Also, thank you, you've spoilt that for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: I told you so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after watching the 11th episode, I couldn't do it anymore. Now that he said Christian didn't win I had to know who could have. Especially since he was still doing so well and he was one of the three who was going to show at NY Fashion Week. I went online and did what I should have from the beginning, I streamed the episodes.&lt;br /&gt;The more I watched, the more I couldn't believe he didn't win. Ugh. I thought for a second maybe Jonny lied to keep me from knowing that he actually won but dismissed it since the whole thing happened so quickly. When I saw his final collection, I couldn't believe he didn't win. Everything was fantastic. There was attention to detail. Simply, each look was spectacular. As always. When I saw the final guest judge was Victoria Beckham, I really couldn't believe Christian didn't win. His clothes seem very her to me. So I thought about Jonny lying more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Omg, in the end, Christian Siriano did win. I really loved Christian from the first episode. His clothes were fabulous. He was charismatic and bitchy. Oh, how I loved him right away. I couldn't stop talking about him for weeks and weeks. In fact, I think I'm still going to be talking about him for weeks to come. I am so happy he won. He really is very brilliant. Go &lt;a href="http://www.christianvsiriano.com/index.html"&lt;/a&gt;see his amazing work&lt;/a&gt; for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's almost 7 am now but it's so awesome that I can go to sleep knowing he won.&lt;br /&gt;This however, also means Jonny is getting rather good at knowing how to evade my sick crazy brain and it's strange ways of getting information. I'm not sure if that is entirely a good thing though. Does that mean that he knows how my brain works as well? Did he bait me with that 'Wow this guy is our age?'? Grr...&lt;br /&gt;I'm off but before I go, here are a couple of pictures of him. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christian_siriano_fashion_week.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Christian_siriano_fashion_week.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=64s.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/64s.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night! Love!&lt;br /&gt;PS: Go and see &lt;a href="http://www.christianvsiriano.com/index.html"&lt;/a&gt;Christians work&lt;/a&gt; at once. &lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-7862713168198006221?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7862713168198006221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=7862713168198006221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7862713168198006221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7862713168198006221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-god.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-8123171615723535201</id><published>2008-05-04T04:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T05:14:43.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poke, poke. Tickle, tickle.</title><content type='html'>I'm really tired but for some reason I've decided to blog instead of sleep even though its currently past 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Iron man&lt;/span&gt; today. I wasn't really looking forward to it seeing as I don't remember being much of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Iron man&lt;/span&gt; fan when I was a kid. In the end, the movie was quite awesome for what it was. I did have a hard time explaining what I meant when I said Batman Begins was better but not really THAT (by that I mean like a Grand Canyon of difference) much better. I still maintain that even with an impartial woman critic (not my terms), Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt; Jr is a still Mini Cooper and Christian Bale is a Ferrari. I'm not being insulting to Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt; Jr. I like Minis and I used to love Ally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McBeal&lt;/span&gt;. If you have no idea what I'm rambling on about and how Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt; Jr is linked to Ally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McBeal&lt;/span&gt;, you didn't really watch the show and I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;I came home and finished the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt; movie. It was entertaining but still very similar plot to the rest of the movies. -_-\ I realised that I've watched each Sex and the City episode often enough to know what shoes Carrie will be wearing and most times with what clothes as well. Also, I've watched the first 4 seasons of The L Word at least 2-3 times and have finished watching the new 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; season as well. I can't think of any other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;animes&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to check out. Now might be the time to watch the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ghost&lt;/span&gt; in the Shell' DVD Gene lent me ages ago and also read up more about game storyline of Final Fantasy VII and watch that DVD that Gene bought me. Oh my, he must really hate me. =S&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice not to have school and exams for awhile and all, but I'm terribly bored all the time. AND, it's only been less than a week since my last paper. I shall look forward to a time where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Punitha&lt;/span&gt; won't have exams and we can do fun things.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; constantly calls me a sadistic and while I thought it was quite mean of him, I find I can relate to this (Which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; thinks is proof enough):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=c8965f4bc5579c4f40e629cf7d2f27f8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/c8965f4bc5579c4f40e629cf7d2f27f8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=010420082219.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/010420082219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=010420082221.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/010420082221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=010420082224.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/010420082224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they look sugary but meh. They were in a bag with those sour strips that are covered in sugar. I know other people that have the habit of biting off the heads of the gummy bears too so ah well.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how I won't blog all day while I'm doing nothing but when I'm tired as hell and it's 4 am I'll decide, Hey! Lets blog!&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a nice day today even though I walked around for a very long time in a store that I wouldn't call my favourite. I got my revenge though. I made the person that dragged me in there follow me to the J Pop section to look for Olivia albums. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Iloveherandwanthertobemysongbird&lt;/span&gt;.Still) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;! And go away if you want to make fun of me for not being Japanese but liking some Japanese things. You're no fun.&lt;br /&gt;I feel quite happy that I was intuitive enough not to wear heels out today. Speaking of flat shoes, it really is about time I took my Emily the Strange shoes out again.&lt;br /&gt;Okay rambling now. It's less than 20 days to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;GSS&lt;/span&gt;. All this restraint I'm showing, even though I'm being pelted with sales from all directions, better show up in my bank account. I'm rather sad though. The cute double strapped Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Janes&lt;/span&gt; and the woven leather wedges from M)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;phosis&lt;/span&gt; seem to have been snatched up. I was rather demurely stating how sad I was when the person I was with accused me of shouting about it like a psycho. =( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sleep now, before I start going on and on about very random and stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave you with firstly, Takumi because yes, I am still obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Takumi2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Takumi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him, I love him, I love him~! ♥&lt;br /&gt;I find I am attracted to very similar characters in each anime I watch. Appearance and attitude wise.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Olivia, because I'm mad about her voice and I also think she is really very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=main010chti1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/main010chti1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love every thing she's wearing (and holding) in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly... Torres because well, he's just very berry sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=75028132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/75028132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tempted to repost that same picture from a few posts ago because it's like the best picture ever but thats just a very stupid thing to do. But still.. Sigh. Mmmm.. Sexytime.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep! Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-8123171615723535201?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8123171615723535201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=8123171615723535201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8123171615723535201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8123171615723535201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/05/poke-poke-tickle-tickle.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Poke, poke. Tickle, tickle.&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4145862227649822419</id><published>2008-04-29T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T03:03:15.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>Finals are over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weeee&lt;/span&gt;! I haven't talked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; in a little while, perhaps a day or two? I was on the way home this afternoon when I thought of this silly funny thing that happened once when he was last here. I won't try to explain it because it is most certainly one of those things that you had to be there for. I started giggling to myself on the bus. The couple beside me must have thought I was insane. 15 minutes before giggling to myself I was having a heated argument with someone right beside that couple.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thinking about that funny thing made me remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it's not long till he's back. It's only a little over a month till I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; again. I know it hasn't even been a year that we've been apart but I still miss him terribly every day. I am waiting to remind him about that silly thing when he gets home from school. That is, provided his bad memory allows him to remember.&lt;br /&gt;In an effort not to be late for school today, I took the train. I know you're probably wondering why I don't always take the train since it's faster. I just hate changing trains all over the place and taking that gloomy 'green line' to school. Anyway, I tried to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keiran's&lt;/span&gt; seat (Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; has a seat on the train he has to sit on or will grumble about. I used to roll my eyes but these days I always try to sit there. As stupid as that is.) but some woman rushed in and took it. -_- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;. Somewhere between my notes, I realised someone had sat beside me. A few seconds later I realised that he kind of smelled really bad. I'm sorry, if it is in the middle of the day I can understand. Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;deodorant&lt;/span&gt; failed you, the weather is really bad and it's hard not to be sweaty and a little smelly, you went to the gym and decided to wanted to go home to shower, you're a secondary school kid. I understand those things. They happen. I'm sure they have happened to me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if it is &lt;strong&gt;845&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then you just didn't shower. I thought perhaps he was just heading somewhere nearby so he must have thought he'd just shower some other time. I don't get why but anyway. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He was going to school! Thankfully not my school but a school on that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wretched&lt;/span&gt; 'green line' anyway.&lt;strong&gt; WHY? WHY GO TO SCHOOL WITHOUT SHOWERING? WHY!&lt;/strong&gt; A quick shower can take just 5 minutes, can't it? No matter how late you are, please don't say you can't spare 5 minutes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;! I had to sit beside him for &lt;strong&gt;twenty minutes&lt;/strong&gt;. -_- He just slept in peace. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt;! Am not going to think about it anymore or my head will explode and my brains will splatter all over the room and then what will I use for my Summer Semester?&lt;br /&gt;My exam was alright. I really can never tell if I did okay or not when it comes to Statistics. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bleagh&lt;/span&gt;. I hope I have no more statistics classes. Next semester I'm taking Intro to Philosophy, Scientific Enquiry into Psychology and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Biopsychology&lt;/span&gt;. I have to work harder. I know work is supposed to get harder as you go on to harder classes but I miss being proud of my GPA. I want Mummy to be proud of me. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; to math last semester, I'm going to have to work hard to achieve that. I know I sound like a child with the whole Mummy thing but ah well.&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chobits&lt;/span&gt;' over the last few days and I just finished it today. It's really sweet and I adore it very much. I tried to watch '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hellsing&lt;/span&gt;' and I almost got to the end when I realised how cheesy vampires seemed in it and I really didn't like it. I did like that there was a character named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Integra&lt;/span&gt; though. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Weeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;, I'm off. I shall mope around the house and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; to get home from school.&lt;br /&gt;Love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4145862227649822419?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4145862227649822419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4145862227649822419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4145862227649822419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4145862227649822419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/04/weeeeeeeee.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Weeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-7034575273678855597</id><published>2008-04-25T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:05:44.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals!</title><content type='html'>I finished my Nutrition II paper today and I have my Intro to Comp and Stats exam on Monday. After that, Summer semester. -_-&lt;br /&gt;I've been very bad. I keep running into shoe sales, especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;URS&lt;/span&gt; Inc ones, and I just can't help myself. I'm supposed to be saving. I'm supposed to be studying. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ungh&lt;/span&gt;! While sorting through my shoes, I found a pair I haven't worn in long time. I was going to say I found a pair I'd forgotten about but I don't think I have enough shoes for that. I celebrated my finished Nutrition final day by wearing them around my room and staring at them in the mirror for the longest time. I know most people that come into my room wonder why I have a large mirror propped against a wall. They must assume I'm too lazy to put it up higher. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;, little do they know. It's that way on purpose AND I stare in that mirror more than any other.&lt;br /&gt;I was late for my paper today and I saw a lecturer give me a very disapproving look. Stupid snooze alarm. I think I did alright but it was so annoying to have to travel forever to school for a paper that lasted 70 minutes. A paper that took me 20 minutes to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to spend the weekend with my girls studying. We were camped out at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kavithas&lt;/span&gt; country club for ridiculously long hours. Even I wasn't being terribly distracting.&lt;br /&gt;I came home today and took a nap. And I woke up with a stupid headache that won't seem to go away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BLEAGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Even after the finals, I am going to camp out at home. I cannot afford to step into malls. My shoe rack is full and the shoebox mountain is now taller than my bed. I am camping out here and saving for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GSS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; that.&lt;br /&gt;Love love even though I have brain pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-7034575273678855597?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7034575273678855597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=7034575273678855597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7034575273678855597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7034575273678855597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/04/finals.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Finals!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-8528030675410331055</id><published>2008-03-26T06:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T06:38:21.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to sleep.</title><content type='html'>I had tuition yesterday morning and I couldn't get to sleep. I lay in bed trying for hours, then gave up and watched stuff on my computer instead. I took a little nap in the afternoon and now I'm back to where I was. I have tuition in less then 3 hours and I can't sleep. It's irritating. I know I should be using this time to write my Nutrition paper and study for my Psych Stats test but I've been doing nothing of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very agitated and I want to sleep. How am I supposed to concentrate like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really stupid but as I was in bed, staring at the ceiling yesterday at 7 in the morning, the strangest thoughts came to me. I was talking to Keiran about it a few hours ago. He just laughed and asked since when did our lives take the normal path. I shrugged and we stopped talking about it. All this is so very tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to lie down and hope that even if I don't fall asleep, lying down will provide with sufficient rest for today.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-8528030675410331055?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8528030675410331055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=8528030675410331055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8528030675410331055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8528030675410331055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-sleep.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-2626633664323067437</id><published>2008-03-23T03:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T03:56:42.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>My hair feels like crap. When will I ever learn that I shouldn't leave buying conditioner to the very last watered down application? -_- In addition to that, I left home straight after washing my hair, towel drying it, combing it out and putting serum in it. Unfortunately my hair needs a repeat process in a couple of hours or so and I wasn't home to do all that. ALSO, it rained really heavily today and even standing at the SHELTERED bus stop didn't stop the rain. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna hope that since my hair usually looks its best the day after washing, some magic will happen and when I wake up tomorrow, it will look so splendid that I will make an excuse to go out somewhere to show off my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, it is very bimbotic to rant about hair here at almost 4 in the morning. Blame Keiran. I wanted to play Gunbound with him but he went out someplace. It's just not as fun playing with people you can't trash talk to over Skype. =(&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make myself get to bed. And sleep. Of late, I've been lying in bed, tired as hell, but unable to sleep. I really hate that. I'm grumpy, overly emotional, I feel fat and ugly, I have two new pimples on each side of my upper lip (I kid you not.) in addition to that ugly bastard on my nose bridge amongst other things. -_- Why does PMS make you feel like a ugly cow? And what I have to look forward to is my bitch of a period. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;It is not a good long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-2626633664323067437?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2626633664323067437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=2626633664323067437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2626633664323067437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/2626633664323067437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/03/argh.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Argh&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4200587910525861722</id><published>2008-03-21T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:15:30.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Olivia</title><content type='html'>I've had a somewhat tiring day. It was partially awesome because I didn't have to wake up for school and Friday is my earliest day. I celebrated that by spending most of the night awake talking to Keiran and he so cutely formed the word 'SanaGunbound' on a game of Hangman that I gave in and downloaded it. It's fun, and the characters are fat faced, big eyed and really cute. I'm an ultra noob but I think the best part about this game is that it's not as time consuming and therefore as addictive as MU was. I can play as and when I like, suck at it and not really care. For now I like it. I played about an hour after I finally managed to install it. I only got to bed at about 6am though. Most of the night was spent talking to Keiran and being a pain. So it was a good night indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up a few times to check if Dattebayo released Naruto and it wasn't til after 2, I think, that they did. I'd been waiting for this episode for so long, I was actually yelling it at Keiran for no reason. Bah, it was a very good, very emotional episode. I think I'm pms-ing as I cried a lot during the episode. On top of that, on the way to music center this evening, I was listening to Olivia Lufkin and though the song was in Japanese and I couldn't understand all of it, whatever I understood plus the gist of the song had me in tears. Ah bla, I could have sworn it was JUST that time of the month a little while back. -_-&lt;br /&gt;After going by the music center, I felt like walking around to look at stores. There was nothing I wanted to buy but I just like doing that at times. Before I hated doing it alone but these days, every now and then, I have to. Just my music and me. I suppose that was not the best idea seeing as today is a public holiday and people all over Singapore decide they want to go out. It also seemed like they all decided to go to Plaza Singapura and stand in my way as well. I tried to stay calm but it was so pointless. Whats the point of giving way to people in crowded aisles only for them to piss you off later by not returning the favour? I suppose that's the difference between us.&lt;br /&gt;I walked into Daiso and that was the only place I spent money today. ;D I didn't buy much but I wanted a glass for my green tea, like one of those Japanese tea glasses. I originally wanted to get it in black but ended up with this pretty white one with cherry blossoms on it. I also got a saucer for it, even though it would be totally unnecessary, just because it was so pretty. I did get an apple aroma therapy thing because well, I love the smell of apples. Some other mundane things like cotton pads, incense and pencil lead. I wanted to walk around more but it was just too crowded to even look around and remain sane for very long. In the end I just ended up meeting Punitha for dinner in Compass Point. (WHICH WAS ALSO RIDICULOUSLY CROWDED -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird that I am growing to like spending time alone? It's not like I enjoy it more than good company but I just like it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it's time for some Gunbound fun. I'm trying to impress Keiran by like getting a huge amount of gold or, leveling up (? Can you level up in Gunbound? =S) so yes. I shall make some green tea in my new glass first. Yes, I am very easily pleased at times.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a good long weekend. Kiss kiss.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALLY REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; love Olivia Lufkin. I don't seem to be getting over listening to her a large portion of the time I'm listening to anything. Perhaps it's because her voice and songs remind me of Nana and the mere thought of Nana brings about a very happy, fond feeling. Damn, I'm such a girl. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! I AM REALLY PISSED THAT THERE IS NO BLEACH FOR TWO WHOLE FREAKING WEEKS AND NO NARUTO NEXT WEEK! Why do these people like to leave us hanging? I suppose its so while I'm so crazy about it I'll go around buying all the Bleach and Naruto merchandise I can get my hands on but WAH! Like it's not excruciating enough waiting a whole week, they are gonna make us wait 3 and 2 weeks respectively. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRRRR!&lt;/span&gt; TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't keep adding to entries like this but I can't help it that I think of things after that first ♥..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4200587910525861722?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4200587910525861722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4200587910525861722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4200587910525861722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4200587910525861722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/03/olivia.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;♥ Olivia&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-8473090915761787634</id><published>2008-03-18T16:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:33:44.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeee </title><content type='html'>I'm off to do my Nutrition test. It's so annoying that there are make up classes for a holiday. That kinda voids the holiday bit doesn't it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I'm tired. I had tuition this morning and for some very stupid reason, after studying for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; test last night, I decided to watch 2 more episodes of America's Next Top Model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO BE A PENGUIN WITH A FLAT HAT! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I WANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I WANT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;I WANT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough, I'm off.. Wish me luck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;la,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS: As you can tell with the mad coloured words (time wasting), I really don't want to go. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kiss kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-8473090915761787634?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8473090915761787634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=8473090915761787634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8473090915761787634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8473090915761787634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/03/weeeeeee.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Weeeeeee &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5961685777183805014</id><published>2008-03-14T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T13:09:08.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epitome of grace</title><content type='html'>Today has sucked so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school today like forty five minutes late and sat beside this girl I don't even know. The&lt;br /&gt;whole time I was in class I felt she and her friends were smirking at me. It's cool though, I don't really care about those things. I was starving so I went to get dumpling noodles. I found a nice spot in school to sit with minimal people and a nice breeze. I set up my laptop and just as I am about to eat while watching something on the computer, I realise my laptop isn't being charged. I check all the points to make sure everything is connected and it is. -_- Sadly all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;power points&lt;/span&gt; in the section of the building weren't functional for some reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;I moved to the other half of the building, find a less empty, less breezy spot with a working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;power point&lt;/span&gt; and set up all over again. I eat, read blogs, watch America's Next Top Model, etc. In the process, I happily spill half the remainder sauce from my now eaten noodles onto myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! I had tissues in my bag for like the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time in my life and I get cleaned up. Now I'm feeling really really uncomfortable and sticky and yucky. I know I've gotten clean and washed up but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;, I've got another 4 hours till my next class. You would think this is all? Oh then you would be wrong. I touch my face and I find a huge pimple that WAS NOT THERE THIS MORNING. ON THE SIDE OF MY NOSE BRIDGE! Wow, life sure is awesome. I was just telling my mum yesterday that I haven't been getting too many pimples of late so I will just wait it out to see if I need a particular skin cream. -_-&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm convincing myself to stay for my next class because I've missed it before, A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MYNAH&lt;/span&gt; KEPT COMING NEAR ME! In fact, while I was writing the beginning of this post, that bitch was hopping up towards me. I really don't have much against birds, just that they flutter and scare the crap out of me. I'm rather close to the building ledge, WHAT IF IT SCARES ME AND I JUMP IN FRIGHT (off the building) AND FALL TO MY DEMISE? YOU TELL ME! I was wondering why it kept coming to me when I realise there is still some sauce on the floor beside me and I SMELL LIKE DUMPLING NOODLES + Tommy Girl which apparently = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mynah&lt;/span&gt; mauling you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;. GO AWAY! You see! It just hopped up to me again. I think I am going to move or go home to shower. What if this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mynah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;calls&lt;/span&gt; it's pigeon (ultimate fluttering scary thing) friends and they all maul me? Wow, I really really need to go home now. Or away from here. Though seeing how today is going, I'll probably get hit by a bus. Wait no, my strokes of bad luck are usually just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; not fatal. So I'll probably trip off the stairs in front of school so everybody standing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of/heading into school AND everybody at the bus stop will see me. On top of that, I'll fall onto a small thin person which will accentuate my being a fat ass pig. My cute Wonder Woman shirt will move up so people can see my bulging fats and instead of the cute bra I put on this morning, I will be somehow wearing an Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mah&lt;/span&gt; bra I don't even own. At this point when everybody is looking at me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;remembering&lt;/span&gt; my face for ever and ever and wondering if they should laugh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;multiple&lt;/span&gt; pigeons and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mynah's&lt;/span&gt; and all sorts of other birds will maul me for the sauce smell.&lt;br /&gt;Ah&lt;br /&gt;Life is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM GOING HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5961685777183805014?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5961685777183805014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5961685777183805014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5961685777183805014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5961685777183805014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/03/epitome-of-grace.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Epitome of grace&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-1341538048503819998</id><published>2008-03-12T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:40:25.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err...</title><content type='html'>You know you have a problem when you go to the Dattebayo site just because you're bored. Perhaps even hoping slightly that Bleach and Naruto got released a few days in advance for some strange yet awesome reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also know you have a problem when you're looking at pictures of Blahniks and are too depressed to save them for blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-1341538048503819998?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1341538048503819998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=1341538048503819998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1341538048503819998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1341538048503819998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_12.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Err...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3813569558203072299</id><published>2008-03-10T02:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T03:43:47.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway</title><content type='html'>I've started to watch Project Runway of late. I don't really watch much TV. I mostly only watch movies and stuff off my computer. This show is so awesome. It reminds me of how I used to sketch clothes as a kid and shows me just how ridiculous my sketches were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm ridiculously happy that the few designers I like haven't gotten booted off the show. Weee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, it's been a very long time since I've enjoyed watching a reality TV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love it,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Okay, initially I ended here and left with the PS bit below but meh, I feel like it so..&lt;br /&gt;I was flipping through my tuition kids assessment book to see what kind of stuff he had coming up when I found a Comprehension passage that caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=280220081944.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/280220081944.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ozzy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh how I love him. It made me smile throughout the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. It's not just because he plays for Liverpool, you have to believe me. But why is Fernando Torres so freaking hot? How dare you not believe me! See for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=foto_390.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/foto_390.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=oo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/oo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was just me but I mentioned him in front of Kavitha yesterday, her eyes grew wide and she went 'He's so freaking...' and fanned herself. Mmm... My sentiments exactly. Sexy time indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my new laptop has a web cam and this cute program that can take pictures distorting my head but I think for today we'll stick with non-alien headed pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/collage.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll head to bed now. I promised my grandmother that I'll come by tomorrow to help her unpack since she just moved and I'm meeting Super Bert for dinner and a movie in the evening. (Yes, henceforth he shall be known as Super Bert. =D) Love and kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I had an awesome day. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's to thirty five more. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3813569558203072299?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3813569558203072299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3813569558203072299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3813569558203072299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3813569558203072299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/03/project-runway.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Project Runway&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-784505257231791312</id><published>2008-03-08T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:33:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>You'll only ever be a cheap knockoff, no matter how hard you try. It used to annoy me but these days I can ignore it. It makes me laugh sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;You know, if I can ignore it, I can ignore you. Seeing as your claim to fame is that you're the times infinite equivalent of me, this should be your worst nightmare. However, seeing as I'm just me, meh, all is well. Perhaps better than ever. I never have to compete to be myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, isn't it nice to have people around you that appreciate the way you are without wanting to be the same way? (Albeit more extreme! More means win, right?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-784505257231791312?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/784505257231791312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=784505257231791312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/784505257231791312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/784505257231791312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4020635602711618583</id><published>2008-03-07T14:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:04:19.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absent</title><content type='html'>My computer died a couple of weeks ago. TT_TT But! Mummy had some mad motherly intuition coupled with some Circuit City sale and she bought me one about a week before my laptop crashed and she sent it to me so all is well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Gilbert helped me out and I managed to get back some of my files. So all is pretty fantastic, actually. :D I even drew a Super Bert stick figure in my organizer on the day he fixed it. It's on the same week as my mad motherly intuition swirly, hearty entry.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;♥ Super Bert!&lt;br /&gt;I've been super busy with school and all this stuff so I haven't had a chance to blog. Also, I found this awesome site that lets me download Japanese lessons so perhaps soon I'll do a &lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt; lot better than I attempt to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at school right now, on my Friday 5 3/4 hour break. I had to run an errand for Mummy yesterday and so I missed my Intro to Comp and Stats class. So in about an hour, I'm gonna try and &lt;s&gt;sneak into&lt;/s&gt; ask my lecturer if he'll let me attend today's class to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pictures uploaded from a random Saturday involving more Double Chocolates.. And a couple from O Bar a number of weeks back. Wow, apparently I've been meaning to blog for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=090220081614.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/090220081614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Punitha. (Who drove us around for that Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=090220081624kk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/090220081624kk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=310120081494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! A little Valentines day lovin'. I shall not elaborate more than to say I had an awesome one. EVEN THOUGH PUNITHA GAVE KAVI AND I OUR PRESENTS TOO EARLY AND! Kavi and I still haven't exchanged gifts. -_- Her extremely cute gift is still sitting on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=160220081758.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/160220081758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty flowers that hang above my shelf, drying out now. Just the way my mummy used to dry out and keep flowers, the way they were presented. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=160220081749.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/160220081749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, looking a bit spazzy after I got home. My hair looks a lot more interesting than it is. Heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=130220081682.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/130220081682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a PSP have to do with Valentines Day? ;D Heh, needless to say, I love it very much. Initially I really wanted a red PSP. I love this pink one though. It allows me to Puzzle Bobble to my hearts content. (Eh, I already finished Sims. Pfft, so much for that.) (♥ &lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=animated_bee.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/animated_bee.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and spanks. ;D Shoo, you, don't look here if you don't know what I'm talking about.)&lt;br /&gt;What else... Oh, one Sunday, Punitha dragged me to Borders. They were supposedly having this gigantic sale but when we got there, we found out that was on SATURDAY. -_- I believe I was dragged out of bed at that. We went to McCafe for a bit. Oh shut up you, if you're thinking that's a lot of Double Chocolates and then smiling condescendingly at my fatness. THESE EVENTS ARE WEEKS APART OKAY! My fatness is not entirely McCafe.&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing next to no make up though and Punitha still whipped out the camera and started snapping away. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01563small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC01563small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01565small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC01565small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I don't want to. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01566small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC01566small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take something else will you? Look, Mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01579.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC01579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me that!&lt;br /&gt;She was happy to pose with her haul for the day though. Sale or no sale, Punitha will shop. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01578.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC01578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I relented. And ya'll get to see my skin in all it's blemished glory. Bleagh. Also, I'm well aware that my face is ridiculously round. Thank you very much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Serangoon Gardens after, for a little swimming and though there are a few pictures of Kavitha studying before that, I shall not include those. (She looks psychotic when she's studying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01636.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC01636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01652.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC01652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of pictures before we got into the water. I won't put any of us in the water up as I looked like a drowned rat. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Punitha and Kavitha have been busy studying for exams, and I've been sort of busy with school so not much as been going on..&lt;br /&gt;I had missed 2 Nutrition labs so far and so yes, I made myself get up for class this morning. I got up late though, and I had to take the train to school.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that listening to Olivia's (for Reira) Shadow of Love in the morning will make you have to try really hard not to cry (since you're on the train and enough people think you're unstable). Last week, as a joke, I told Keiran I wanted to kidnap Olivia and put her in a giant cage in my room to sing for me. He just said I was crazy (like he does a few times everyday. =( ) and moved on, but I'm really madly in love with her voice.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is stupidly long for a post that has little to no content. Sorry. I'll blog more. And um, about something proper next time. Wah, like it is my fault that my life can be boring. In an awesome way. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love, and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Also, pet, pet and nyaa nyaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Just ran into someone I know. And as usual, at time like this, I look sweaty, oily, flustered and like an idiot. Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4020635602711618583?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4020635602711618583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4020635602711618583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4020635602711618583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4020635602711618583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/03/absent.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Absent&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3508810072055904996</id><published>2008-01-27T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T03:41:10.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of gig days and lazy Sundays...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Meza Virs played a gig at Arts House at Old Parliament House. It was quite awesome but did I take pictures of the band, the set or the place? Nah unh. Just pictures of myself. It's not just the usual narcissism here. It's just well... I already know the band, isn't it weird to take pictures of them? Perhaps next time round I will. I mean, it's not everyday they play gigs right...&lt;br /&gt;Argh... Here, random pictures of me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=260120081330.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/260120081330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=260120081338.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you think my nose is like the biggest spoiler ever? Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though the school week is so short, it still tires me out. I suppose it's school+tuition+having a life at all = super tired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=250120081325.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/250120081325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super bored waiting at Dhoby Gaut for a late Jonny. See the corner of my stupid Stats book! Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;OH! Once, Malini commented asking if I had birthday pictures and I replied saying I'm such a bimbo and am more likely to document a good hair day than my aging process. Soon after I realised I hadn't any good hair day shots of late and I grew to be quite sad. Last week though I had an uber good hair day (by my standards) and document it I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=240120081296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/240120081296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I'm sure ya'll can guess I'm just putting up random pictures and rambling on but ah well. You know what is really annoying though? My good hair day didn't come about on a going out to have fun! day. Or a date day. Or a just going out to on a lazy Sunday where Punitha will still bring her camera and attempt to take very unflattering pictures day. NO! It came about on a SCHOOL DAY. GRRRRR! I MEAN SERIOUSLY! DOES STATISTICS REQUIRE NICE HAIR? DOES IT? HUH? Moving on though...&lt;br /&gt;Last week, while everyone was going on about the army, I took a bunch of leaves and proceeded to smash them with the base of my empty green tea bottle and look what happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=190120081175.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/190120081175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a heart! Just like I found a heart in my Honey Nut Cheerios! Weeeeeeeee! I'm not unstable, I was just bored and I really don't quite get how I thought to smash up some leaves. Perhaps its the Indian woman in me that secretly longs to pound up ingredients for some reason or another. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! Today Kavitha and I had a lazy Sunday walking around Hougang mall. We swapped pigments and shopped for the most frivolous things. This is my bunch of stuff and trust me, it's no where near as bad as Kavitha's. I think she has an array of Disney stationary now. And she was sooo excited when she found them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=270120081356.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/270120081356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought handphone socks for both me and Punitha. We went to Comics Connection and I got this Itachi sticker for my phone along with that freaking cute mechanical pencil with the heart on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=270120081367.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/270120081367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Keiran I wanted to get this and he said Itachi will kill my handphone. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Later, I bought the pack of pencils in the picture just because they were so cute. Kavitha was very disapproving but I just asked her to look in her bag at all the Disney stationary and she went quiet. I know it's quite shamelessly cute and I don't quite have a pencil sharpener since I haven't used these sorta pencils in a while but they have all these cute, fat, wide eyed creatures on them! Omg, just looked at the pencils and realised the erasers at the top weren't all the same &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; (three green, three yellow, three blue and three pink). I am super happy with my buy now.&lt;br /&gt;OH! And I love my new fake eyelashes. I know they look super fake but the thing is, I don't think my eyelashes with just mascara look that bad so I tend to go for SUPER FAKE when I buy false eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;Like here! Super fake lashes... Though they don't look half as bad with my eyes open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11012008893.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/11012008893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wah, look at my stupid, gigantic, ugly pores though. BLEAH. -cries and hides in room forever-&lt;br /&gt;But my new ones are so preeeeeetty! They have red stones em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=270120081362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/270120081362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So berry cute.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a super pointless post but ah well...&lt;br /&gt;I love ya'll? :D&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3508810072055904996?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3508810072055904996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3508810072055904996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3508810072055904996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3508810072055904996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/01/of-gig-days-and-lazy-sundays.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Of gig days and lazy Sundays...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-4198785499148541371</id><published>2008-01-25T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:35:19.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no...</title><content type='html'>No no, it's really not like that. I'm not a liar. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just made major mistakes with my time management. I know you must be wondering how one makes mistakes in time management resulting in no time to blog in a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FIVE HOUR AND FORTY FIVE MINUTE (made intentionally smaller so it seems like a lot less time than the last time I blogged. I'm shameless, I know.)&lt;/span&gt; break between classes but hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;You see, the thing is, I planned to read a few Chapters of Nana, have some lunch, pick up my Psychological Statistics text, hang with Puni, start on my Psych Stats homework and then blog. What I did not count on was that Nana Manga would take as long as it did (okay, FINE, perhaps I had not planned to read as many chapters...), and most importantly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I THOUGHT MY PSYCH STATS HOMEWORK WAS DUE TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The thing is, the lecturer only collects homework 3-4 times during the semester and I was going to do it anyway (even though I didn't know if this week she would or not, but I thought she might since it is week 2 and some or most people might expect that she would go easy on us). However, while starting my homework (feeling damn good about myself that I was actually doing homework more than 12 hours from the deadline at that), I heard some classmates who are in the earlier tutorial group go on about how she collected the homework today! Firstly, wow, news to me that she collects homework on tutorial days but gives out homework on lecture days &lt;strong&gt;(LISTEN MORE ATTENTIVELY IN CLASS SANTHIYAA!)&lt;/strong&gt; and secondly, I just bought the book today and was banking on it being due tomorrow and doing it tonight. Another thing I didn't know was that this damn homework would take as long as it did. Its like 10 questions, give or take, and it started out innocently enough, some tables and stuff then BAM, graphs after graphs and questions with more than one part, questions with more than 5 parts. I promise ya'll, I just got done. I also promise I won't take Psych Stats homework lightly anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm exhausted. Stats is not something I enjoy. In fact, I find it slightly mundane and pointless. 2 out of my 3 &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Yay, UBER LIGHT SEMESTER! Pink because whats lighter than a pink fluffy cloud? Punitha probably but she is not a colour. Well she is but -stops wandering thoughts-)&lt;/span&gt; classes this semester are Statistics related. -_-` Weeee indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. At least I only have 2 classes left for the week. Yes, I am getting used to the idea of a morning class on Saturday. It's alright. I already have a 4 day weekend. And a class on Saturday morning is not something to fret about. Saturday afternoon or evening would have been much worse. ;D Brighter side/silver lining yo.&lt;br /&gt;Love very &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;berry&lt;/span&gt; much. And &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for those of you that watch School Rumble... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DUWA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS: Also have to make a good impression in this class from now as last week I waltzed into class late for BOTH TUTORIAL AND LECTURE! AND! For the tutorial, as soon as I put my bag down and walked toward her to get my copy of the syllabus, MY PHONE STARTED RINGING! MY LOUDEST TONE AT THAT! My default tone is Uverworld's D Technolife and if you've ever heard it, you know the beginning bit is a wee bit intrusive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-4198785499148541371?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4198785499148541371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=4198785499148541371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4198785499148541371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/4198785499148541371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-no.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Oh no...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-9095580572453171020</id><published>2008-01-23T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T04:02:26.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeee</title><content type='html'>I'm not a bad blogger. I've started school! Okay, thats an excuse. The thing is, after rushing through Samurai Champloo, Keiran asked me to watch this funny anime called 'School Rumble' but it's extremely pointless so I haven't finished it. BUT! I started (and finished) watching Heroes! It's quite awesome really. It's also very nice to see Milo Ventimiglia on screen again. I'd missed Jesse on Gilmore Girls so berry much.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should blog gigantically about many events that have happened this month, complete with pictures and all that jazz but right now I am too, err, lazy. I have the perfect time slot to do it though! On Fridays I have a class from 9-11,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; -INSERT FIVE HOUR AND FORTY FIVE MINUTE BREAK BETWEEN CLASSES HERE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and my day ends with my Psychological Stats tutorial from 4:45-5:45. I know a lot of you might feel waiting such a long time for such a short class is pointless. Ya'll would be right, it is, it really is. Last week, Punitha met me after 3 to ease my boredom and we had pasta for lunch right before my class. It was such a struggle to stay awake because of that!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the point. I have such a huge break and will drag my laptop to school to make longest blogpost ever. On this blog. Lately.&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting the girls tomorrow to, err, earring shop? Or just shop? I'm not quite sure. All I know is, Kavi and I have Wednesdays off school, Punitha's class only starts at 7pm and Suba is on leave this week! Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;I've neatly arranged all my earrings on my notice board and realised everyone was wrong. I don't have that many earrings, they don't even fill one board up! I didn't even use the 100 pushpins! So until I do, I cannot possibly have too many earrings. Though, over December I bought peacock feather earrings and thats something I've been hunting for, for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;I do realise at this point I am just rambling. You have to forgive me. My body clock is a bit messed up because of my early morning tuition student on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I should be off to force myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Plenty love my darlings.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;PS: Have adopted a flying Giraffe on Facebook and will screenshot his cuteness for use in the longest post ever as well. All of you on Facebook, please pet him. He loves ya'll really. His name is Ai. And he has a mini Tiger friend named Tiggy. Tiggy doesn't say much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-9095580572453171020?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/9095580572453171020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=9095580572453171020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/9095580572453171020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/9095580572453171020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/01/weeeeee.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Weeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-7653614474777725748</id><published>2008-01-10T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:57:11.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riled up?</title><content type='html'>I was riled up, I'll admit. Can you blame me? Not only have you been following me around and taking whatever was me and attempting to make it you by taking it to the extreme (which had to be pointed out to me before I would admit to noticing it too)but to go on to physically take whats mine? Bloody hell, perhaps I am petty but it's not just that is it? If you're going to do that, don't do the ultimate bitch thing of telling me you'd neatly put whats mine together for me. Don't do that and then parade whats mine around. It's bloody irritating. Perhaps you do that on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Or then again... I suppose I should know by now that you say you'll do/want one thing, turn the other way and run like &lt;s&gt;the fate of the world&lt;/s&gt; your fate depends on it.&lt;br /&gt;I think now I really give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention is key isn't it? Perhaps it is my fault for giving it to you. Or trusting you for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-7653614474777725748?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7653614474777725748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=7653614474777725748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7653614474777725748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/7653614474777725748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/01/riled-up.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Riled up?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-8548624584331669665</id><published>2008-01-03T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T03:57:58.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A disorder of sorts</title><content type='html'>Once again, I'm Brat Princess and Kavitha is 'perhaps you're the only man that can save me.'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiple Personality Disorder perhaps? Or Tourette's Syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brat Princess says:&lt;br /&gt;BITCH&lt;br /&gt;Brat Princess says:&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;br /&gt;Brat Princess says:&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;Brat Princess says:&lt;br /&gt;Love and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you're the only man that can save me. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you're the only man that can save me. says:&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah she seems used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are aware of the fact that MAC is awesome especially so when it comes to eye make up. A rather popular option people go for in terms of eye makeup are their vibrantly coloured pigments. However, MAC pigments come in quite a large quantity and some might find it to be too much for one person. A couple of friends and I are selling the pigments from the post before this in 1/4 teaspoon as well as full tub quantities. For more information, please go to &lt;a href="http://macwithlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;MAC with Love&lt;/a&gt;. As for all you MAC (and I mean make up and computers alike.) fanatics that took up all the nicer names we came up with... I wasn't aware there were as many of you.&lt;br /&gt;Girls, they're pretty, we'll have better pictures up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I'll put up sexy and somewhat unclothed shots of Kavitha here if you buy plenty. (Am only partially kidding about this. -prays Kavitha isn't reading-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end with some pictures of a random outing with the 2. If Kavitha and I look heartbroken, its because Punitha had just dragged us the the Mango sale at Marina Square and we were rather broke. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel bad for Kavitha though. She whined to her mummy and attacked the sale the &lt;strong&gt;VERY NEXT DAY WITH A VENGAENCE&lt;/strong&gt;. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00449.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me looking disapprovingly at Kavitha blatantly camwhoring. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00450.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh McCafe, how we love thee. Your yummy Double Chocolates and desserts. Plus, we've ordered the same thing at different places before but only the girl at this McCafe wrote prettily on our plates with chocolate sauce and filled in some spots with CARAMEL. I shouldn't have to fill anyone in on my opinion on caramel. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00454.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us and the 'Free Tibet' button Ravi got me when he went to India. :D Am well aware my hair is possessed. There is really nothing that can be done save for perhaps rebonding and that is an option I will not explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00474edit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00474edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavitha loves Double Chocolate too! =D It's so much less sweet than the frappes at Starbucks and therefore you don't get that funny sick feeling after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00458.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punitha and I! Skinny people who can eat all they want and stay skinny &lt;strong&gt;SUCK&lt;/strong&gt;. Part One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you explain firstly how Punitha gets such horribly unflattering shots of me? And secondly, how come my face looks fat and disgusting while my collarbone looks a bit sticky out-ey and a considerable bit less fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00486.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny people who can eat all they want and stay skinny &lt;strong&gt;SUCK.&lt;/strong&gt; Part Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00466editwwcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00466editwwcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely camwhoring to end it all. I've stuck the star on my face because my many attempts to draw one on there have mostly ended up with a very unpretty black smudge under my eye and while I will get a tattoo one day, I really really doubt I'll ever tattoo my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! I can be a good blogger again! Though I have a feeling it might be too late now. =(&lt;br /&gt;Love and kisses darlings...&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-8548624584331669665?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8548624584331669665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=8548624584331669665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8548624584331669665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8548624584331669665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2008/01/disorder-of-sorts.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A disorder of sorts&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-596318304215799057</id><published>2007-12-31T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T06:47:35.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday or something like it post</title><content type='html'>I had an awesome birthday this year, for most part. Needless to say I was miserable because I missed my Amby and Keian. Other than that, well, I found myself in tears for a large part of the hour before I was to turn 21 for the second time (Or if I am to be more reasonable, which I seldom find myself being, 22.). I had planned to go to O Bar the night before my birthday with the closest ones to drink and dance the night away. Sadly, some cancellations and complications involved me walking around Compassvale in a state of tears and disarray. I walked to the 7-11 at Compass Point to buy Green Tea, Panadol and as an afterthought, Hello Panda. I found some lonely steps and sat by myself, taking the pills in an attempt to ease the quickly intensifying headache. I ate my Hello Panda and at one point was so irritated, I wanted to line them up on the floor and stomp on them till the became nothing more than smudges of chocolate with powdery specks. Then I thought about the starving children and just quietly ate them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 1130, most of the complications had resolved and I decided I would not simply sit there and feel sorry for myself so I took a cab to O Bar and got hugs and kisses aplenty. I wish I had taken pictures. I don't think I took very many pictures. Anyway, we had a few drinks, danced and went off to have supper as O Bar closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday day itself, I was taken out to buy my awesome birthday and Christmas presents. :D After which I was given more presents and taken out to dinner. Had plenty fun and slept happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I received my letter from Keiran which made me super happy and he doesn't know this yet, but he bought me a 2GB MiniSD card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, a birthday celebration was organised for me at Cedric's place. I got more presents and a yummy Tiramisu. I also got to spend some time with more people I love. (Even though the bitchy Pun Baby and Kav Kav left &lt;strong&gt;OBSCENELY EARLY&lt;/strong&gt;. Grr.) Ying took some pictures here but I haven't received them from her and am frankly quite happy about that as I looked like a fat ugly servant girl that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=31122007263.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/31122007263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big brown bear is named Beefy. Kavi and Sashes got it for me and since I generally associate Kavi with beef, yea. Punitha, Munesh and Kavitha (SIM) got me the stuff from The Body Shop and it is simply divine smelling. Jonny's mum bought me that brown blouse you can see a part of. It's very pretty and quite comfortable. The Tamagotchi is a late Christmas present from Jonny. I love my Tamagotchi! I named him Bob. He's so cute and is now 4 years old. Kavi said he was ugly today but what does she know. He's kawaii! The red couch is from Cedric and even though it is mostly a pretty red paper weight (I think), I will use it as a place to put Bob. The Final Fantasy VII DVD is from Gene and Denise. I've never seen or played any of the Final Fantasy stuff but am quite keen to. I was told my anime habit is disgusting and should not be encouraged as such by more than one person but ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all though! After this, my aunt gave me perfume (Tommy Hilfiger, as always) and I got monies too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but wait wait wait! I haven't told you about my biggest present this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=-_-122.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/-_-122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you spy, with your little eye, bad camera quality and a little something missing from my present picture from above? Do you? Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a brand spanking new phone for my birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=-_-123.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/-_-123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mostly from Jonny. I love my N73 so very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;-reaches out for it, strokes, hugs and kisses it-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent New Years Eve at O Bar with Kavitha. We danced so much, I woke up all achey this morning! Some of the pictures from that night/morning. Excuse my our general sweatiness and Kavitha's overwhelming sexiness. It really can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=31122007294.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/31122007294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=01012008295.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/01012008295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=01012008296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/01012008296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=01012008305.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/01012008305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met Punitha and Kavitha for dinner nearby and we gathered our acquisitions and look! So pretty! -hugs and kisses gently-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00723.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also fooled around with the camera for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00731.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punitha and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00717.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00752.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00741.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am well aware that around them I look like a Godzilla of sorts, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00788.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you act like an idiot, we're likely to spoof you darlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00780.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/DSC00780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless lonely camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted and I have to get up early for tuition. Yet somehow I would decide I simply had to blog now. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! To think I almost forgot! On Sunday I went shopping with Ravi and this time we actually managed to buy some things though he still hasn't bought shoes. -_- After shopping though, we met Jonny to watch 'Across the Universe'. It's simply a fantastic movie and I will watch it probably 10 million times more in my lifetime (am, in fact, in the process of acquiring it right now ;D). Also, this Jim/James Sturguss man is very exciting in a heart and other parts skipping way. And that scouser (I was informed) accent, ahh, it would be enough to say a pool of me was found in front of my seat at The Cathay by the end of the movie. Though honestly, the movie is awesome even if you take the element of sexy time man out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you, darling, try as you may, the sort of attention you want from me, you shall not receive. Someone once told me that nonchalant behavior was far more painful to receive than hatred. I think that pretty much defines how I feel (or rather don't feel) towards you. I think it is probably safe to say what we had once is now nothing more than a fragment of my memory. It was good while it lasted though. Thank you and good bye.&lt;br /&gt;Take care all. All my love and best wishes for the New Year. Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-596318304215799057?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/596318304215799057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=596318304215799057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/596318304215799057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/596318304215799057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-or-something-like-it-post.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Birthday or something like it post&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-1858734886235261406</id><published>2007-12-19T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T05:03:31.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>I am scared to go to sleep because my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; is charging beside me. A few days ago, a classmate named Vincent, sent me one of those forwarded emails about charging your phone. The subject was something like 'Don't charge your phone the whole night with it beside you'. The email contained pictures of an exploded phone, a phone charger (now kind of attached to the phone because it sorta melted), random pillow and bed debris (badly burnt) AND pictures of a swollen and burnt looking hand. (!!!!!!!) HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP WHILE MY PHONE CHARGES BESIDE ME NOW??? YOU TELL ME! What if my pretty red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; sheets end up like those baby blue sheets? Or my hands like that persons hands? OR! My face gets burnt like the pillow? (I usually sleep with my phone under my pillow.) Oh no! That email was worse than a chain letter. -_-&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting another 5 minutes before I decide my phone is charged enough, thank you very much and attempt to sleep in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid my library fine. I can borrow books again! Also! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; called me this afternoon. We talked for quite some time. So regardless of the rest of the day (which wasn't bad, because I shopped and some clothes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; can fit me! -gasp, shock, horror!-), I was quite happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't know how I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;leapt&lt;/span&gt; from exploding phones to my library fine. How I got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keiran&lt;/span&gt; though, is easy. I'm always thinking about him and Amby. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-1858734886235261406?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1858734886235261406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=1858734886235261406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1858734886235261406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1858734886235261406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2007/12/scared.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Scared&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-1988966122573802981</id><published>2007-12-19T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T04:35:22.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a girl who thought she was a doll. Everyone said, 'You're not a doll. You're just a big fat ugly pig!'&lt;br /&gt;To them, she said, "Ah yes, but a big fat ugly pig doll.' and sent them kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/-_-73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I know, this is a super no life post. But, I'm bored. So yea, that. Also, I think I want more red clothes. I made my Mummy very happy when I told her I went shopping and nothing I bought was just black. :D&lt;br /&gt;And yes, perhaps this is a post about stupid bitches who just can't keep their mouths shut about others or perhaps I'd just found this picture and had doll-ish thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: On the nights I had exams, I would suddenly feel the need to do my nails (As I've documented here before). A result of the night before my Nutrition finals, is the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/-_-43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/-_-44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not laugh! I had just been reading about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NUTRITION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was also somewhere close to 1 am. Ah, the things I do to distract myself. I promise I studied very hard after this though. The lack of precision with my nails is entirely to do with my lack of sleep and exam stress and nothing to do with lack of talent. Also am well aware my phone camera SUCKS. Shhh, instead of complaining, remember it's my birthday soon. And you love me. Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;EH! I know my fingers are very fat and ugly and my hands look rough and bla bla. Don't be so mean can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-1988966122573802981?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1988966122573802981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=1988966122573802981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1988966122573802981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/1988966122573802981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2007/12/once-upon-time.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-5075655799717112488</id><published>2007-12-15T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T07:07:57.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titan</title><content type='html'>I cried really hard talking to Ana about Titan. I don't know if I've ever mentioned Titan here. Titan and Luna are two Great Danes that Ana introduced to me. Absolutely precious and while Luna was a bit apprehensive of people at first, she warmed right up. Titan though, he was so trusting. He reminded me of a new born. Pure, you know? Untainted by the world. He loved you right from when he met you and only grew to love you more.&lt;br /&gt;Ana told me he had some blood disorder and had to be put down. I just couldn't stop crying. I know I didn't know him long but I still remember how I love him. I remember when I met them, I thought their names really suited them. I remember his collar, black leather with red, blue and yellow spots. As I got to know him, I thought it really was the perfect collar for him. I remember once Ana handed me his leash and he nearly took my arm off. I remember he was soft and I remember the white tuft of hair on his chest. I thought it looked like chest hair did on men and therefore made him look older. But he was just the most playful little puppy. I remember the both of them loved to sit on peoples laps. They were heavy but I loved hugging them as they sat. I remember they drooled all over the place. Ana told me they very rarely licked people as they were taught not to and that when they did, they really liked you. I remember being envious as they lovingly licked Ana's face and feeling really happy with Titan licked my face and a while later Luna licked me too. I remember Titan playing in the yard with his ball, just like a little baby puppy would but he was so big.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/Image214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Ana with them. They both couldn't be bothered with me or the camera. Luna is on the left and Titan on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, you beautiful puppy with the beautiful spirit, always.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-5075655799717112488?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5075655799717112488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=5075655799717112488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5075655799717112488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/5075655799717112488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2007/12/titan.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Titan&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-6378110052807089371</id><published>2007-12-15T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T04:40:53.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRR</title><content type='html'>I think I am PMS-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quite badly today. Not only was I very irritated by a lot of things today. I also almost cried more then once.&lt;br /&gt;Things I cried/almost cried for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Poster. Team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kakashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sasuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. T_T &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO NOT READ IF YOU WANT TO WATCH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NARUTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AND CARE ABOUT KNOWING STUFF BEFOREHAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just thought about Team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kakashi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; first dangerous mission with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zabuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kakashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was trapped in that water prison and asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sasuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to run away but they didn't. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came up with that plan where he transformed himself into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fuuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shurriken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sasuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; knew what the plan was and mad Teamwork happened) and they tricked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Zabuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. T_T I miss the whole Team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kakashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! It's just so sad you know. Ah go and watch and you'll get it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, read from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw a baby laugh. If you're laughing at me or giving me a what a weirdo look, shut up and die can? &lt;strong&gt;IT IS NOT MY FAULT&lt;/strong&gt;. I think a baby's laugh is just so very beautiful and that plus damn maternal instincts, you get instant tears! -sends imaginary punches to girl reproductive organs, telling them to piss off with the maternal instincts. For now.- OH AND ADD TO ALL THAT, STUPID USELESS PMS. -_-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cried while watching 'Meteor Garden' again but that isn't so bad because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Daoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Si is such an ass but also so very sweet and you can't help it really. If you're going to make fun of me for liking a show with F4/thinking a guy in F4 is hot (Not the Jerry dude! Ken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Zhu&lt;/span&gt;! -sigh-), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;! It is not my fault he is adorable and the show is awesome. I like sappy, love-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt; shows. Do I make fun of people for liking exploding movies? Sometimes but not enough to get made fun off. I am too cool for comprehension. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; just it. When you think I am strange or want to laugh at me, just remember that and take a moment to be in awe of me. Also remember I love you. ♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ungh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm gonna stop before everyone thinks I'm a loon. Don't worry, by everyone, I mean like all 2 of you (if that).&lt;br /&gt;I went to town with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Jonny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Ravi today. We were supposed to see 'Two Days in Paris' but the tickets were sold out. So we ended up having dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Takashimaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and not really doing much. I wore the red heels I'd bought in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Batam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but they pinched my toes bad. All the way I was hating them for the torture and consoling myself each time I passed a reflective surface and could see how fab they looked as I walked. Ah well, my toes will feel better tomorrow. I've already started to gain sensation in most toes.&lt;br /&gt;I have a threading+shopping date tomorrow! Now, if only I had and endless supply of money to go with that. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday draws near. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Still don't feel very much more than just sad about it. By the way, if you don't remember or didn't know, I am turning 21 for the next five years and will turn 22 some other time. Do take time to point and laugh at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Punitha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when they turn 23 in January. No no, it is not cruel to do so. When I was 15 going on 16 or 17 going on 18, they were 16 and 18 first and ENDLESSLY made fun of me for it. 'Oh, sorry kid, you can't watch an NC 16 movie yet, can you?' or 'Eh, legally, you're not supposed to be clubbing you know... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' SHOVE IT NOW MY DARLINGS! I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but HA! Even if I do admit I turn 22 THAT IS STILL ONE WHOLE YEAR LESS MY LOVELIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;OOOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Swan Lake! I am going to watch Swan Lake next week. I am super excited. Love ballet! Wish my mum had forced me to be a ballerina! Wish I was thin!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I saw the advertisement for it on a postcard. I've been picking postcards as I send the most 'Singapore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Foodieeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' ones to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Keian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Swan Lake, Swan Lake, Swan Lake! I am going to stop here or I fear I will ramble endlessly on ballet (which I really don't know much about), spending a large chunk of the time talking about Mikhail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Baryshnikov&lt;/span&gt; (NO, I have not forgotten him! My love for him was not passing!&lt;br /&gt;-_- ♥♥♥ him madly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; much too. Kisses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: As I write this my bangs are misbehaving like a bunch of 5 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hyped up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; and sugar. I want to take my cute pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Toyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; scissors and snip them OFF but I am sensible and know that would mean I would still have to go through this same phase of bangs in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;coupla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; months, only I would have had ugly short/bald patch for some time as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-6378110052807089371?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/6378110052807089371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=6378110052807089371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6378110052807089371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6378110052807089371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2007/12/grrrr.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;GRRRR&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-888989119874626551</id><published>2007-12-14T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T06:34:20.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I make such stupid expressions in pictures, that when I see them later, I want to slap myself. I AM NOT A SACHIKO OR ACT CUTE DAMMIT! Stupid face, understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do have now though, is not a stupid facial expression but some brand spanking new, fake green eyes. Shut up, I've always wanted green eyes okay. I know I'm fake, whatever, but I like 'em. I wish I was born with green eyes. I don't think I would ever look at my bland dark brown eyes (there are very few people with black eyes) and go 'Wow, I wish I was born with those dark brown eyes instead of my stupid green eyes'. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/-_-67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Keiran plenty on MSN today. It made me really happy. He told me I was crazy but it was cool because it gave me character. Which was when I started thinking my mum has a lot of character but I digress. I MISS MY NOOB BROTHER! I miss him so much that I don't care, when I see him I WILL HUG HIM PLENTY. I don't care if he is 'uncomfortable with hugs or being too close to people'. I WILL HUG HIM UNTIL HE GASPS FOR BREATH, LET GO, LET HIM BREATHE AND REPEAT PROCESS. As much as I would love to do this with my mummy as well, I think her tiny body would break seeing as I am a massive human being.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy time now. Love ya'll plenty. Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don't be afraid of hugging me, I swear, I won't hug anyone else like that. And mostly I am soft all over because I AM COVERED IN LAYERS OF FAT FAT FAT. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am not crazy. I'm too kawaii to be crazed. :D -slaps act cute self-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-888989119874626551?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/888989119874626551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=888989119874626551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/888989119874626551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/888989119874626551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-8299519113219515900</id><published>2007-12-11T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T04:40:08.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps...</title><content type='html'>Perhaps I really am the way you say I am. Perhaps you'd be better off. No, scratch that, if I am the way you say I am, you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ARE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; better off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-8299519113219515900?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8299519113219515900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=8299519113219515900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8299519113219515900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/8299519113219515900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2007/12/perhaps.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-3968649307669845892</id><published>2007-12-05T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:51:59.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't judge me... </title><content type='html'>This was weeks ago, mid November, when I'd just started watching Nana. I just saw this and laughed a little. Obviously Brat Princess is me. 'What I like about you, You hold me tight.Tell me I'm the only one,Wanna come over tonight,yeah.' is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brat Princess &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sure your mummy cooked something so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yummmy&lt;/span&gt; I could cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I like about you, You hold me tight.Tell me I'm the only one,Wanna come over tonight,yeah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dalchaa&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;det&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cheeken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;masala&lt;/span&gt; la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I like about you, You hold me tight.Tell me I'm the only one,Wanna come over tonight,yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WANTED FRIED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CHEEKEN&lt;/span&gt;!:'(:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brat Princess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brat Princess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mums chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brat Princess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ELSE IN THE WORLD COULD YOU NEED YOU PSYCHO PIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I like about you, You hold me tight.Tell me I'm the only one,Wanna come over tonight,yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;urm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I like about you, You hold me tight.Tell me I'm the only one,Wanna come over tonight,yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.id prefer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kfc's&lt;/span&gt; fried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cheeken&lt;/span&gt; actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brat Princess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brat Princess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE MAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I like about you, You hold me tight.Tell me I'm the only one,Wanna come over tonight,yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRISPY AS HELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I like about you, You hold me tight.Tell me I'm the only one,Wanna come over tonight,yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt;-so-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wickeddd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brat Princess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: WHY IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;REN&lt;/span&gt; SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SHIRTLESSLY&lt;/span&gt; HOT? AND WHY WHY WHY IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;TAKUMI&lt;/span&gt; SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;SUITINGLY&lt;/span&gt; AND LIKE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SHIRTINGLY&lt;/span&gt; AND LONG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;HAIRINGLY&lt;/span&gt; HOT UNTIL YOU WANT TO DIE? WHY WHY WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kavithas&lt;/span&gt; mum's chicken is awesome, she is a stupid pig who is thin even though she possibly eats her weight in cheeseburgers every week.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, don't listen to this junk food (err) junkie, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Punitha&lt;/span&gt; (W&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, why are all my friends pigs but still so thin?) STILL raves about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kavitha's&lt;/span&gt; mum's chicken. It's not something only I like because I am fat and must then eat ANYTHING (Very funny by the way, now go and die.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, ♥ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Takumi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ren&lt;/span&gt;. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying Communication, yea! (Breaks are not forbidden okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I KNOW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;SUITINGLY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;SHIRTINGLY&lt;/span&gt; AND LONG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;HAIRINGLY&lt;/span&gt; are not appropriate adjectives but, shut up, I can be a giggly schoolgirl. Also, slang doesn't make you stupid. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! JUST ONE LAST THING, I promise! Olivia Lufkin's 'A Little Pain' is awesome, it's been on repeat for hours now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-3968649307669845892?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3968649307669845892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=3968649307669845892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3968649307669845892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/3968649307669845892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-judge-me.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Don&apos;t judge me... &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-6267284197475830231</id><published>2007-12-05T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:43:00.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>I left the exam hall feeling like I wanted to cry. I'm still feeling like that though a little better. When I was on the way home, I found solace in the pages of 'Blood Canticle'. I suppose it's inexplicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my Communications Principles exam tomorrow but I am extremely demoralized after Math today. I walked in the rain and thought about how people say they cry in the rain so no one can tell and thought to myself that rain or not people could tell if I was crying. Depressed, I bought something to eat and waited at the bus stop with more Lestat. As I put the book away, tears welled up in my eyes and I only let one slip before I recomposed myself. I really thought I would do alright with this math paper. Shows how stupid I can be, I guess. I'm just really scared I'll get a D because I didn't get to finish most of the last two questions. Shall not think about it after this blog post. I'll go study hard for Communications and pwn that test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two more papers to go. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait to be free for a whole chunk of time after my exams though needless to say, I'm sure it'll breeze by and I will find myself moping after another botched final before I know it. Ugh, no more being depressed. I stole this from Angeline yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/illustrations_tuzki027.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cute and I love it so.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Angeline, she's so sweet! On Tuesday, we had our Computer Science paper and the night before I was talking to her on MSN and she said I better be early and I told her I was late for my Sociology paper. You know what she did? She gave me a wake up call on Tuesday! Eh! 8am is a shitty time okay! Especially after a night of studying. For someone to be awake then and still be nice enough to call another person at that time out of concern, I think it's a real sweetheart thing to do. I'm a bitch in the morning. Perhaps from now I should be more like her... Better not make resolutions I can't keep, even more so now that the new year looms. Either way, I ♥ her plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting to studying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/illustrations_tuzki027.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all. (Cept if Math gets personified, then you, you I don't love. Go away. Misery bringer.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-6267284197475830231?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/6267284197475830231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=6267284197475830231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6267284197475830231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/6267284197475830231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2007/12/today.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Today...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-327306865345504258</id><published>2007-12-04T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:24:22.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooh! AND!</title><content type='html'>This is my Tetsuji Tamayama! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/sigh.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERR! YEA! I AM TOTALLY STUDYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-weeps in defeat-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528993-327306865345504258?l=boredom-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/327306865345504258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5528993&amp;postID=327306865345504258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/327306865345504258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528993/posts/default/327306865345504258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-ville.blogspot.com/2007/12/ooooh-and.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Ooooh! AND!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Brat Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196748044279545981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TrfVE8cRbgA/SIBVadCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z87b58Xhz2Y/S220/030520082806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528993.post-2381653397131711780</id><published>2007-12-03T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:43:37.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehh</title><content type='html'>I'm the worst! When I have an impending exam, I seek to distract myself. Argh, whats wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I told myself I was going to water the plants like my granddad asked me to and then study, perhaps clean my room but I was going to study! Anyhoo, for some reason, I came home, looked up Nana when I was talking to Keiran online (!!! That's excuse because ♥ Keian and miss him berry much) and I found out someone named Tetsuji Tamayama played Takumi in the Nana movies. I proceeded to look him up, think he's very well, sexxxay, WATCH the Nana movies (but only parts after awhile, sucks compared to the anime, eh, more on that in the anime post) THEN water the plants, CLEAN MY ROOM (!!!!!!!), talk to Domi and Evil on MSN AND on VENT and finally after all that, I sat down to study. I studied like a good girl for about an hours plus when my mummy called. This, of course, was very welcome since I hadn't talked to her in a while and we talked while she got to work. After that, I wanted to go study but I ended up looking to see which notes were online (okay, this is quite excusable), painting my nails AND adding stars to the corner of every nail (-_-), prancing about, sitting to study, taking pictures of my nails, argh, I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;My nails though, are quite pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y212/BratPrincess27/-_-.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee, now! I WILL STUDY! AND! Manage to fall asleep when I want to! (Unlike last night, which really sucked with all the tossing and turning. 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