<?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-5263461</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:30:24.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Damsel Forever In Distress</title><subtitle type='html'>Issues Of My Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>535</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110301889027942993</id><published>2004-12-14T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:08:10.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear I absolutely hate doing sales. And this Mr Boss of mine is making me do sales pitching for the company to other companies.TIDAKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!5 calls, none successful so far. And then, in this horrible mood and all, I was sent down to photocopy the project manual. And which my bargaining did not work and the stationery shop practically daylight robbed me of $1.20 for 12 pieces, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110301889027942993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110301889027942993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110301889027942993' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110299285331180087</id><published>2004-12-14T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T10:54:13.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sorting out the company mail inbox and I have absolutely no idea whether I should delete the auto-reply msgs or move them all to a folder altogether.I think auto-reply msgs are quite cool. But I'm sure they are as irritating as those voicemail things.I am very very very very hungry today. And rather broke. So, it's off to the ATM to teet teet some money for lunch later. And that means I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110299285331180087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110299285331180087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110299285331180087' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110292650423221687</id><published>2004-12-13T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T16:29:20.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Die yuppie scum.No, not really. I mean, we can't help it that it rained during lunch and I was caught in it without an umbrella. We also can't help it that rain is water and when water drops on t-shirts, it becomes translucent and exposes one's bra.And of course, it's perfectly normal for men to be staring at a woman's breasts. Well, I guess I should be thankful that I was wearing a pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110292650423221687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110292650423221687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110292650423221687' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110266469971588478</id><published>2004-12-10T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T15:44:59.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did I say that the day was going to get better?I think it cannot get worse. Because,I dropped my phone in the toilet bowl.I am extremely saddened by the fact that the thing cannot work anymore and I might actually have to buy a new phone. And that one wasn't even 3 months old.I didn't purposely drop the thing (who would?). It just slipped off the damn toilet bowl back. Lucky it happened </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110266469971588478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110266469971588478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110266469971588478' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110264317564434911</id><published>2004-12-10T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T09:47:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who's excited about the pyjamas show this weekend?Who's excited about the Hugo show next Friday?Who the hell is excited about trying to finish up weeks of overdue logbook reflections?Who the fuck is excited to plan someone else's schedule for their trip to KL?Who the flying cheese is fucked up that her other half is some-motherfucker-who-doesn't-know-how-to-please-but-want-to-be-pleased?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110264317564434911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110264317564434911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110264317564434911' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110258686333324770</id><published>2004-12-09T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:07:43.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.Because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110258686333324770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110258686333324770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110258686333324770' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110255938553756329</id><published>2004-12-09T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T11:12:37.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOL. I am wearing green today. Yup yup yup. A green blouse. The only other green things I have are baju kurungs.So why am I wearing green today? And of all colours, why green? And notice how when you use the word green too many times it starts to sound funny?I just felt like it. And coz it's made of really soft material that's so comfortable it makes you want to fly (okay, not really). But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110255938553756329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110255938553756329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110255938553756329' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110247301620009448</id><published>2004-12-08T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T10:30:16.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Came to work late. Coz I overslept. About and hour late at least. And to my horror, the HP ppl came this morning at 9 to send some spare part for the comp to the office. Lucky Bonnie came to work today so she picked up the stuff or else kesian the HP people have to wait for me.Then again, HP only told me that the engineer will be coming between 1-5pm today. But it's also my fault that when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110247301620009448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110247301620009448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110247301620009448' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110239093797558525</id><published>2004-12-07T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T11:42:17.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wore a black and white outfit today. White top, black pants. Black slippers and I brought white heels along (not taking anymore chances). I like white. I have white eyeshadow. But I do not like black, and no, I do not wear black eyeliner or mascara. They're brown.But I'm too lazy to iron my brown and beige stuff so I'm just pulling out the black garments out of the closet. I'm actually scared</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110239093797558525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110239093797558525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110239093797558525' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110230937936955943</id><published>2004-12-06T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T13:58:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a bad shoe month. After the recent duct-tape-saves-the-day episode, I am once again tested of my street intelligence. Only this time, it was a pure Mentos moment.Uh huh, my heel broke. And yup, I simply broke the other side so I wouldn't have to limp around. And hey, I even had Mentos with me. Really.So I'm now thinking of wearing sneakers for the rest of the month. Coz obviously, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110230937936955943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110230937936955943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110230937936955943' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110203978756471017</id><published>2004-12-03T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T10:14:40.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My left sandal decided to dismantle itself as I boarded the bus to work this morning. It was in the state that it did not serve as footwear coz the only strap that holds on to my foot divided itself into two.But thank goodness I happened to to carrying duct tape. Yes I was, ever since the FHM party.However, I was still not spared, because as I alighted the bus, everything fell apart again. A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110203978756471017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110203978756471017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110203978756471017' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110191434762313352</id><published>2004-12-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T23:22:34.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Errr.. I admit it. I couldn't resist. And I didn't even have a proper dinner.I voted for Taufik 4 times! *grins*But Sly, even though you're not the Singapore Idol, will you still go out with me? Please?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110191434762313352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110191434762313352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110191434762313352' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110174492971338288</id><published>2004-11-30T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T00:24:26.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel utterly disappointed with myself. How could I have stooped so low to the point that I sulked so bad over the fact that I didn't get things my way? Have I gone beyond all evil and bitter to just plain bratty and bitchy? Or have I really been like that all the time?She's really a good friend, she is. I don't think I can ever find anyone else like her. To think that she didn't lash back by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110174492971338288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110174492971338288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110174492971338288' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110169382057154477</id><published>2004-11-29T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T10:06:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's amazing that from totally lost and feeling out of place because I wasn't a neighbourhood school kid, I could fit right in because the subject happened to be my step cousin. *muahahahahaha*So it doesn't matter that I wasn't from Greenview/ Siglap/ Loyang/ Hai Sing. I'm cousins with some people there and I am extremely friendly so I get to know people to the benefit that I don't always get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110169382057154477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110169382057154477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110169382057154477' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110143424393199434</id><published>2004-11-26T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T09:57:23.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if MM Lee watches Singapore Idol. What does he think of Sylvester Sim's poor diction? Suddenly too manjen eh? And if ppl have proper diction they are suddenly like Fiona Xie, speaking with a so-called slang?These manjens must make up their mind. Are they manjen or what? Please decide hor, very the important. Then again, Singaporeans cannot really distinguish what is important or not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110143424393199434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110143424393199434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110143424393199434' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110139756883078513</id><published>2004-11-25T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:46:08.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ezad would just say that I'm having a Semangat Lima Minit moment. I would agree with him. Because suddenly I am thinking of saving up money to buy a new wallet. Not just any wallet but a Braun Buffel.I will walk into the Braun Buffel boutique in yuppie-wear one fine Saturday with a friend (whom I will force to dress like a yuppie too) and pick out a Braun Buffel wallet yuppie-style. Meaning, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110139756883078513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110139756883078513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110139756883078513' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110134957766469863</id><published>2004-11-25T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T10:26:17.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was late for work today and burnt 6 bucks on cab fare. Not that the fare is so cheap, but it's because I used the $5 voucher Dad gave me. But actually $11 is not too bad. Then again I'm sure it would have been worse if it was before 9.30 and I was stuck in peak hr jam.Dad says tomorrow onwards I pay cash to get to work. That means cash for bus and MRT. That spells LECEH. And I don't like this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110134957766469863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110134957766469863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110134957766469863' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110128342485065608</id><published>2004-11-24T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T16:03:44.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE DANDRUFF!!!!Product build up!! Must change shampoo!! I need my Dove shampoo. Should have never change brands in the first place. Fuck now my hair looks like shit.Aaaaarghhhhh and it's all over my black pants!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110128342485065608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110128342485065608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110128342485065608' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110126227627802192</id><published>2004-11-24T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T10:11:16.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alahhhhhhhhhhhhh...Dah bagus bagus aku dah bawak gold kebaya/baju kurung, sempat grab 'matching' accessories, facial wash, toner, moisturiser dan make-up semua dah stuff into make up bag, hp charger pun dah aku hastily grab, heels sempat di alter semasa tunggu bus, hair clip dan sikat pun sempat ku cari abeh in the end, ada jugak yg aku terlupa.Camera.Bacin oh bacin oh sangatlah bacin. And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110126227627802192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110126227627802192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110126227627802192' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110121940548603685</id><published>2004-11-23T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:16:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAMN! No chance to score pts with Mr Y since he'll be out of town tomorrow when the girls and I are going raya visiting around his neighbourhood. Tough luck man, I now have his number, but no reason to call him. Damn damn damn.I can't believe this, I bought transparent bra straps today so that I can wear my white off shoulder top comfortably tomorrow. That is like so lame. Coz people would just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110121940548603685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110121940548603685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110121940548603685' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110117867256355609</id><published>2004-11-23T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T10:57:52.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Click on this.Dun play play ah u all. Soon I will be on Eye For A Guy 2. Mwahahahahahahah!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110117867256355609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110117867256355609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110117867256355609' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110108902951918593</id><published>2004-11-22T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T10:03:49.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every f**king morning the stupid ADSL connection gives me problems.I'm still tired out from Saturday's FHM party but I am very very very happy that SOMEBODY came down to the party and we went home together-gether. Okaylah, we wanted to catch a movie (since he claims that he's too old to club) but all was sold out so we ended up just having supper at one of my favourite heartland coffee shops.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110108902951918593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110108902951918593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110108902951918593' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110087483503245482</id><published>2004-11-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:33:55.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some bitch stole my FHM. Bitch.Not that it will help if I keep staring at pretty girls with nice skin, flat tummies, great hair and basically cannot do injustice to a bikini (unlike me of course). Maybe I'm better off without the magazine anyway.Very very very excited about tomorrow. Can't believe I still have the energy to stay up and design the crew lanyards. And I can't decide what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110087483503245482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110087483503245482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087483503245482' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110074395027547833</id><published>2004-11-18T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T10:12:30.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is an ugly morning.*sigh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110074395027547833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110074395027547833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110074395027547833' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110070412465001594</id><published>2004-11-17T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T23:08:44.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boo hoo hoo. I have received 2 different invitations for Raya Open House of a couple of friends this Saturday but..I'M WORKING!!Damn the FHM Party. And speaking of invites, I am not invited to The Glamour Party!!Takper takper.. ni semua mesti ada hikmahnya.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110070412465001594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110070412465001594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110070412465001594' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110065426707610088</id><published>2004-11-17T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T09:17:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Upon reaching the office, I realised that I had forgotten my handphone. Poor handphone, sitting on my bed by itself, so lonely. I hope my pillow and bolster doesn't bully it.So I called Mum to tell her that if there's anything, she should get me at the office, and gave her my office number. Then she asked, "So, are you going anywhere else after work?".I replied, "No way. Can't go anywhere </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110065426707610088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110065426707610088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110065426707610088' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110057001831206999</id><published>2004-11-16T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T09:57:21.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will not will not will not will not MUST NOT turn into one of those people who upon turning 21, whine about their lack of achivements. When I was 16, I was faced with so many of these people, I really started to loathe the attitude. Now that I'm approaching non-teenhood, I understand why they feel that way but NEVER am I going to be like that.Yah, okay, so I'm not in Uni. I can't drive (heck </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110057001831206999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110057001831206999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110057001831206999' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110044363261521334</id><published>2004-11-14T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T22:47:12.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so extremely tired.My first aunt is very rich. I usually like her but today I found her attitude a bit stuck up. And grandma thinks I'm already working so no green packet for me. *sob sob*And apparently, my sis (and sumtimes mum) can get a bit bitchy and act like parrots chirping away about the fact that I'm 'working' right now. And then we have people asking me what I'm doing and when I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110044363261521334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110044363261521334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110044363261521334' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110037611265053147</id><published>2004-11-14T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T04:01:52.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had the greatest time EVER at Geylang today. Because it's malam raya and mum and dad allowed all of us to go. So basically, I had permission to come home late and home late I was at 2+am. I love it.Best part of all, I was with Sha, who also had permission from her mum and dad. Her dad even sent us there!! Wow, it felt really good to not have to lie about the entire thing or sneak out of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110037611265053147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110037611265053147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110037611265053147' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110032394508939959</id><published>2004-11-13T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T13:32:25.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The mere existence of SOME people really bug me sometimes. I try not to let these people, who are rightfully innocent, get to me. But sometimes I can't help the overwhelming envy that slowly (and predictably) turns to jealousy. I really shouldn't pay so much attention to teeny tiny little details or listen to what other say because I somehow am a very easily disturbed person.Suddenly I hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110032394508939959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110032394508939959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110032394508939959' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110024459239075376</id><published>2004-11-12T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T15:29:52.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EEEEEEE... Disgusting.Minah cousin's Friendster profile is all about her 'Abg Sayang Husband' and motorbike practicals. Yucks.Seriously, if I make it thru today without killing myself dah bagus dah. Must be this windowless office lah. My energy has nowhere to go to.GREAT! They are playing Mah Boo on radio!Hmmmm.. think it's a good thing they don't have a window after all. I would have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110024459239075376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110024459239075376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110024459239075376' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110024222045098562</id><published>2004-11-12T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T14:50:20.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another entry, yes. I am highly addicted to the internet, yes. I am rather bored and lonely, yes.Shake's blog plays Mah Boo by Usher &amp; Alicia Keys. The song is nice but a bit sappy and with all the pent up energy in me right now, it doesn't make me feel good. In fact, it makes me want to grab a super soaker from the nearest Toys R Us and squirt it at loving couples. Especially if the girl is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110024222045098562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110024222045098562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110024222045098562' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110023734569952411</id><published>2004-11-12T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:30:42.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!There's a Charles &amp; Keith MEGA SALE at Amara Hotel!!! 70% OFF!!! The most expensive thing was $16.90!!!!WHY OH WHY must I be down to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110023734569952411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110023734569952411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110023734569952411' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110023324942750699</id><published>2004-11-12T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T12:20:49.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wah, today gue pet new office. Pat outskirts of CBD area tau. Boleh lah aku step macam yuppie mana kan? Tapi sedih, gue takder any colleagues!! Skarang tgh sorang-sorang kat 300 sq ft office yang tak berjendela. Nasib baik gue teringat nak bawak CD.Skarang gue kena vacumm ini office sampai bersih and then gue kena atur ni files, magazines, papers dan bende-bende yg sewaktu dgnnya. Tapi yg gue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110023324942750699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110023324942750699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110023324942750699' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110015346519673079</id><published>2004-11-11T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T12:21:28.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>msn.: you can like block him!?!I know!! But his nick is InSaN KeSePiAn YaNg MeNaNtI SiMpATi KePaDa SeSiApA YaNg SuDi. So kesian right? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *laughs macam org gila*linda: mengapa kita harus mengangung-agung kan bahasa eng? America mmg dah menguasai pemikiran kita. English is superior ke ?Uhhhh.. hello, cik linda kite ni. Kalau belum keluar rumah dah berapa tahun tu, tolong</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110015346519673079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110015346519673079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110015346519673079' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110005741998722255</id><published>2004-11-10T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T11:30:19.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today or something. For I'm letting myself be upset over 2 airhead bimbs who have never been to Geylang all their lives and still have the cheek to profess themselves Malays, and a shallow 25 yr old man whose first question for me everytime he sees me on MSN is, "So, you haf bf oready?".I guess Ums did the right thing by not wanting to tell me what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110005741998722255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110005741998722255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110005741998722255' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-110001575055157967</id><published>2004-11-09T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T23:55:50.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I was being such a bitch today. And I'd like to apologize to Shahira coz I think I may have upset her a bit.But I'm happy to know that my red Mango top worked its wonders today (as I would like to think) and I got along with many many people today (that on other normal days I wouldn't).But I also hope that one day I can be a full fledged Minah coz it can be a bit tiring to stand up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110001575055157967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/110001575055157967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110001575055157967' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109998318848920412</id><published>2004-11-09T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T14:53:08.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I the only one who's enjoying my internship and this wonderful job or WHAT??*bounces away smiling*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109998318848920412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109998318848920412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109998318848920412' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109975376997867297</id><published>2004-11-06T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T23:09:29.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was in the car with my boss the other day and we were driving to the FHM Girl Next Door Party venue and like usual, we talked a bit about our personal lives each. Then he asked me if he looks gay (because I've seen him in action as fashion coordinator/ stylist/ choreographer at the Pois fashion show).I told him that he's more beng than gay. He laughed heartily in a glad way. I also added that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109975376997867297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109975376997867297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109975376997867297' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109924122809585390</id><published>2004-11-01T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T00:50:13.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rock ya body mic check one, twoCuz it aint a party till my crew run throughShake some body show me whachu can do like Ohh, OhhRock your body, mic check 1, 2DJ spin the needle, rock into the grooveBump it louder so the crowd wan' moveLike Ohhh, OhhhEveryone let's welcome the new week with much love and excitement!!! (No, I'm not being sarcastic.)I bought a new pair of heels.Mum: Ni </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109924122809585390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109924122809585390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109924122809585390' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109911863588425848</id><published>2004-10-30T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T14:43:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MILK stands or Mainly I Love Kids. They are a childrens' charity body.The Peak is a magazine. If you've heard of it, congrats, you're some sort of high class or a very knowledgeable person.Ministers and CEOs of mega companies are rich motherfuckers who donate thousands of dollars in one night for 'a good cause'.Sometimes I think kids who live in orphanages are better off than I am. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109911863588425848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109911863588425848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109911863588425848' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109897030362873216</id><published>2004-10-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:31:43.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Believe it people. I am going to say this.VOTE FOR SYLVESTER.CALL 1900 112 1906orSMS 6 TO 43657 (IDOLS).Bet some of you thought I was a Taufik supporter huh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109897030362873216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109897030362873216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109897030362873216' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109889749132692537</id><published>2004-10-28T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T01:37:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 Stupid Things That I Hate1) People getting Mat&amp;Minah facts wrong. The 'wear black' thing is so overrated.2) Old fashioned and obit people who actually think they are trendy. Some even make me cringe when they declare themselves trendsetters. Hello, bangs are so last year (not referring to Liy).3) Not cute men who stare or steal glances at me. Don't they have the brains to be less obvious?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109889749132692537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109889749132692537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109889749132692537' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109881278479691086</id><published>2004-10-27T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T01:46:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was bored at work today.So I took some pictures of the stationery that was strewn all over the place.Then Mr Boss gave me some work to do on the office comp. I was immediately revitalised!! Hail internet MSN!!! I got to chat with Hani, Rin, Liy, Sha and Ums while at the same time updating the client, suppliers and contractor database.Ums heard from Sha that my ambition for this month </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109881278479691086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109881278479691086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109881278479691086' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109872288185505960</id><published>2004-10-26T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T00:48:01.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think positive thinking has reverse effects. Or it's just wearing out. It's all starting to suck real bad. There's no eye candy anywhere within 50 metre radius and I actually get the feeling that I'm the eye candy around the place. But the unattainable and unapproachable type because they only stare and stare and rather use the stairs than share a lift with me.I don't know whether to be glad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109872288185505960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109872288185505960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109872288185505960' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109863160954370062</id><published>2004-10-24T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:26:49.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH MY GOODNESS I CLEARED ALL MY SUBJECTS THIS SEMESTER!!!*cries and sobs out of relief and happiness*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109863160954370062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109863160954370062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109863160954370062' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109862529903099900</id><published>2004-10-24T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T21:41:39.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made pineapple tarts today. Dad says the pastry is nice. I like making tarts for Raya, it makes me feel like I deserve to Raya. And it makes a great conversation piece with the makciks. And I just loooooooooove to suck up to makciks. Especially if they have cute sons.Sis is leaving her unfinished business all over the place. She's supposed to put up the curtains in our room. Mum disallowed me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109862529903099900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109862529903099900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109862529903099900' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109855493387486705</id><published>2004-10-24T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T02:08:53.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOW!!a) I have internet access from home again.b) It is dial-up.c) I am paying for it.d) It is damn slow.e) I could afford to take a shower while waiting for this posting page to load.I went out with Sha today and we got our hair cut!! Sha's hair is still long but it's more layered now and she has a shorter fringe. My hair is visibly shorter and very the very retro looking.Me, shorter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109855493387486705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109855493387486705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109855493387486705' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109816601021315938</id><published>2004-10-19T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T14:06:50.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got yelled at by Kak Rosmah today because I didn't turn up for tuition this morning. The devils must have been successful at singing lullabys so that I fell asleep after sahur and continued sleeping until noon. I was supposed to come for tuition at 10 this morning coz I cancelled out yesterday due to falling asleep in bus 27. Apparently, if one misses the last stop at Tampines, one will land up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109816601021315938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109816601021315938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109816601021315938' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109747817315874953</id><published>2004-10-11T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T15:09:20.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my cute little baby cousin.   She's 2 years old and can walk so I guess she's more of a toddler than a baby. Still, she's one hell of a jambu little toddler who has one of those mentel girly voices. Argh!! So cute!!Her mum his my mum's youngest sis, my Mak Busu. Mak Busu looks a lot like Mdm Khairiah, my Comm Skills 2 tutor last sem. And both Mdm Khairiah and Mak Busu are very jambu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109747817315874953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109747817315874953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109747817315874953' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109731107374974487</id><published>2004-10-09T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T16:37:53.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The whole family went off to Pontian and left me here all by myself in this huge house with the TV on standby. It's a good thing I have my own TV and I know the secret internet password.What really sucks is that I have the whole damn house to myself but nobody to use it with. Somehow all the guys who I have over when such rarity occurs happen to be in KL this weekend. Uh-huh, all of them.And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109731107374974487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109731107374974487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109731107374974487' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109721714894634579</id><published>2004-10-08T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T14:34:12.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a confession (just in case you don't already know).I am a big fan of blind dating.I think 70% of the time when I meet new guys it through blind dating. But maybe I shouldn't call it blind dating. More of myopic dating lah. Because usually I already have a photograph of the other person (and he has one of me that very well photoshop-ed to make me look hot) and we've probably had a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109721714894634579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109721714894634579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109721714894634579' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109695506563464836</id><published>2004-10-05T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T13:44:25.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am now at The Cousin's place. It is because to I am too lazy too come home.Hey, he just reminded me that it's his b'day tomorrow.HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIZUDDIN!!!!!(He hates purple. Actually, he hates Barney. *muahahahahahahaha*)So today's Special Interest Tourism (SIT) paper wasn't too bad. Aristi said she did badly and we launched into this discussion about Tourism being Geography thus it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109695506563464836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109695506563464836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109695506563464836' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109686050489902569</id><published>2004-10-04T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T11:28:24.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seriously, I think I am so darn bloody fucking stupid because this is the 3rd time I sit for a final sem Business Finance paper and I blacked out, not able to calculate anything and couldn't answer questions. I know I'm not the type to dwell on the past but when one realises that she darn bloody stupid, we make a bloody exception.*bangs head against wall*SIGH.For those readers who want me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109686050489902569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109686050489902569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109686050489902569' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109660965011731859</id><published>2004-10-01T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T14:22:47.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With Deepest Sympathy andHeartfelt Condolonces tothe Owner of the latePayung (Umbrella)Age: 1yr 10mthsBroke one of its limbs and was called home to be Recycled by The Dumpster at 7.45pm, 30 Sept 2004 leaving behind loved one.Owner: Nur Ain SalihaNo wreaths please. All donations will be contributed to buying a new payung.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109660965011731859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109660965011731859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109660965011731859' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109652500874521655</id><published>2004-09-30T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:17:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wonder: hmm ive been readin ur blog like for ever so long.. why do u like ezad so much? like y? *jeng jeng jeng*Because:I think he rather good-lookinghe is smart and wittyI like big burly guyshe has a nice namehe is caringhe understands and speaks Englishhe's a Mat at hearthe can hold a conversation with me without me having to plan an escape routehe puts up with my nonsenseI put up with his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109652500874521655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109652500874521655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109652500874521655' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109652267251693135</id><published>2004-09-30T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:37:52.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rain is fun stuff. I remember when I was 8 or so, baby bro and I played in the rain with mum watching us and smiling away. What an experience that was.And when I was 13 and it was the last day of the final year exams, us E.I.s and Kak Aidah ran all the way from Cedar to Potong Pasir to catch bus 53 to the airport in the pouring rain. And that day is to be remembered forever.Rain is good stuff</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109652267251693135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109652267251693135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109652267251693135' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109643967412679107</id><published>2004-09-29T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T14:34:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's one of those wet, rainy days when I felt really lazy to take 27 so I took 72 to school. Unfortunately, 69 had to be filled with the Springfield students 2 bus stops before I alighted. And you know how the body odour of secondary school kids just brings back the not-so-nice memories of your secondary school days.So as I climbed the school bridge there's this skinny  fair and white (as in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109643967412679107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109643967412679107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109643967412679107' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109635133252589770</id><published>2004-09-28T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T14:02:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It feels like years since my last entry. I spent 2 minutes staring at this blank box before I started typing. Starting to lose the art of blogging? Tidak, tidak, tidakkkkkkkkk!!!Or maybe I'm just thinking about the people who read my blog. And then I think about what it is that they want to read. And I'm quite certain that they are bored of my Ezad issues. But then again, I remember that once </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109635133252589770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109635133252589770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109635133252589770' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109599716533968154</id><published>2004-09-24T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T11:39:25.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOL. It's over dok. I got dumped. *laughs macam orang gila*But I still believe in fairy tales. So I'm still waiting for my prince charming. *laughs macam orang gila somemore*It's Rozi's 21st b'day this coming Monday. She's asked me to go party at HRC on Sunday with her. Sounds so fun kan??? I wanna go I wanna go I wanna go!!!! And I think I'll bring Lokman as my date and 'bodyguard'. Eh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109599716533968154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109599716533968154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109599716533968154' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109564727090072819</id><published>2004-09-20T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T10:58:22.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> [picture removed due to heartache which results in wanting to stab stab STAB someone]Semua jangan dekat. Ini aku punya.*MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!**bounces around bunny hop style* Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! YAY!! I am so happppppppppyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!And because I am happy, I am going to forgive all these ppl who are in the lab being noisy. Especially the minah ferring who claims to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109564727090072819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109564727090072819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109564727090072819' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109522670446827101</id><published>2004-09-15T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T13:38:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired, I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the Maggi Diet kicking in. I heard that excessive Maggi is bad for the health as the high monosodium glutamate content makes your hair fall out and stuff. But Maggi tastes good. And it's cheap. And I do try to add in some mushrooms and vegetables. I even cut down on the seasoning.Maybe I should switch to the packets of soup I bought. Because it could be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109522670446827101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109522670446827101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109522670446827101' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109514706909826427</id><published>2004-09-14T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:31:09.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is there such a thing as banana ice-cream? Please drop me a tag if you know where I can find such a thing.Thank you very much. Your contributions will be much appreciated.*smiles*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109514706909826427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109514706909826427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109514706909826427' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109505047873465033</id><published>2004-09-13T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T12:41:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, after months of staying away from clubs and partying the night away, I succumbed to temptation and pure gatalness to go again last Saturday. Which resulted in quite a few turn of events, one of it being getting disowned by the Mum and her taking back the phone.And I discovered that some people are just useless to go to when you need to talk. Because some people never change or move on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109505047873465033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109505047873465033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109505047873465033' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109479194308973862</id><published>2004-09-10T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T12:52:23.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How come people always cannot remember how to make Nasi Lemak? Little brother called me in the midst of my busy-busy computer typing, hair tearing, extremely stressing out and makes you frown involuntarily flurry of activity in school to ask for advice on Nasi Lemak.Half the comp lab heard me describing the method of making Nasi Lemak. Plus the fact that 1 packet of santan Kara can be used for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109479194308973862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109479194308973862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109479194308973862' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109447527326174654</id><published>2004-09-06T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T20:54:33.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, I am ready to set out of this refrigerator cold comp lab and head off home. Of course, I would have to get some dinner before that because I am simply starving.But I really hate to dine alone. *makes kesian face*Tonight, the comp at home awaits me as I have SIT and Marketing to finish. Tuesdays are relatively okay and with my valid MC, I guess it's supposed to be good tomorrow. If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109447527326174654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109447527326174654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109447527326174654' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109446328420576927</id><published>2004-09-06T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T17:34:44.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was a Monday with two 5pm deadlines. Thank goodness a supposed third one has been pushed to Wednesday. And thank goodness the lift didn't play punk with me and make me climb 6 storeys up. Believe me, I've done that before, and we ran. Like elephants from a stampede.Speaking of stampedes, I think Ezad should get run over by a stampede of big boobed, stiletto wearing women. The boobs to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109446328420576927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109446328420576927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109446328420576927' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109429021779468625</id><published>2004-09-04T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T17:30:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Thanks a whole lot Lina for that tag!LinA: Sal,akulah..Lina..anw,i saw ur Ezad at town jus now,Friday,3sept,evening,wif this gal..he was looking selenge..hahah..But YOU KNOW WHAT!!!! It also happens that on that fateful day to this day, EZAD WAS AVOIDING ME BY NOT ANSWERING ALL MY CALLS!!!!! I eventually found out when I used my cousin's phone to call him and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109429021779468625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109429021779468625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109429021779468625' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109418786633044756</id><published>2004-09-03T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T13:04:26.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>17 days of MC but project deadlines fall smack in the middle of it all. Life can be so cruel and toliet bowls have a flushing system for us to throw that piece of letter that excuses us from normal school duties but has deemed itself useless.Not having internet connection at home is very crippling. Try explaining to the parents that these days ppl depend on emails and have to type and print out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109418786633044756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109418786633044756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109418786633044756' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109323188691110497</id><published>2004-08-23T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T11:37:40.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you guys hate me so much because I'm such a dumb bimbo, you'd love my alter ego. Or you could actually hate her even more because she's just damn fucking fickle and can't decide what kind of person she really is. But I guess it doesn't matter after all, because she doesn't exist, for she is just my alter ego.She comes around at times when the parents become extremely bitchy. That's when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109323188691110497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109323188691110497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109323188691110497' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109306380985079252</id><published>2004-08-21T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T13:33:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Betul my fellow blogger Shazila say, about the new Blogger Navigational Bar. Macam Kanina. Macam Cheebye. Macam KNNCCB. Basically very sial.I didn't really notice that it affected my template (just a bit) until further inspection. Now you can see the tip of my head with the pretty black small crocadile clip I used to pull my hair back.And then apasal aku punya nav bar macam besar nak mampos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109306380985079252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109306380985079252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109306380985079252' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109306050632214496</id><published>2004-08-21T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T11:55:06.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ms Khairiah is my saviour!!! Did you know that I was 2 steps away from boarding 27 and realised that I didn't bring a calculator when I'm actually on my way to school on a lovely Saturday morning for a Finance re-test!!!There you go, my selenge-ness at its best. Especially after I had a nice date with a nice guy the night before and came home to bitch giggle about it (and other things) to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109306050632214496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109306050632214496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109306050632214496' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109288327663957088</id><published>2004-08-19T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T11:09:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ish you all ni, I thought I was the bimbotic one for not reading the main sections of the newspaper and skipping straight to the Life! and sometimes Recruit sections. Then I find out that you're unaware about the recent Sheikh Haikel sack.See, Sheikh Haikel apparently told some caller on Morning Madness that one of the tactics to approach a girl to get to know her is to ask her if she was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109288327663957088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109288327663957088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109288327663957088' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109262171478515674</id><published>2004-08-16T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T10:01:54.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My marketing tutorial lasted about 5 minutes. I came in 20 minutes late, didn't even get a proper scolding because the tutor doesn't know how to scold, he merely told me that I should not do it again because I've done it before and there are not many more tutorials for me to make up for. And he kept calling me Su. Or Salina.Hafiz Glamour and Shah Ibrahim are a riot on radio in the mornings sia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109262171478515674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109262171478515674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109262171478515674' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109255663489688838</id><published>2004-08-15T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T15:57:14.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are the things I almost bought today while window shopping:a) A white v-necked U2 top. I ended up not doing so because after the 2nd time I entered the shop and actually lifted the top, I realised that it was quite ugly.b) A white crew neck Giordano tee. It wasn't on sale and these things will always be around so no point getting it now.c) Cleo magazine. Long time never read magazine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109255663489688838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109255663489688838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109255663489688838' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109239316830995057</id><published>2004-08-13T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T18:32:48.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got Ezad to sing Mengintai Dari Tirai Kamar by kumpulan Exists to me. That boy sounds so very the sweet when he sings. And today we ate at Pastamania, with 30% off the bill because I am a student!! Next time I'm going to make sure we go to Seoul Garden, because I want sushi. Yahahahahahahaha!!!Tuition today. Very the malas to go but have to, because it's a stable form of income and I badly need</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109239316830995057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109239316830995057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109239316830995057' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109228487861253460</id><published>2004-08-12T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:27:58.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kidd you bloody samdol why you never pick up your phone when I call you do u want to receive the same fate as Mat The Idiot because I am very very hungry and I want to eat lunch so if you're still snoozing at home I am very well going to KILL you even tho I love you to bits!!!!!Dahlah aku ni ngantuk tak cukup tido (gara-gara online pool sampai pukul 3 pagi), lapar nak makan ayam (yes again and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109228487861253460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109228487861253460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109228487861253460' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109221396297170846</id><published>2004-08-11T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T16:46:02.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will not mention this person's name as it boils my blood just having his name roll off my tongue. He is an asshole because he takes my feelings very lightly. I therefore curse him to hell!! (actually no need because he is going to hell, no doubt abt that) and besides that, I pray that one day, a giant elephant will knock a senduk on his head that will give him a headache for the next 2 years.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109221396297170846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109221396297170846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109221396297170846' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109219735879193067</id><published>2004-08-11T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T12:09:18.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After all the bitching, itching, eating disgusting LJS dinner alone (at LJS Tampines sumore!!), smoking a stick of dangerously poisonous clove cigarerette called Sampoerna, making a fool of myself infront of a fellow schoolmate who happens to be a selenger shopkeeper and excessive wastage of bus fare..I reached my tutee's house to find out that there was some sort of miscommunication and I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109219735879193067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109219735879193067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109219735879193067' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109213072851777416</id><published>2004-08-10T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T17:40:04.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WAH!! NOT ANGRY ANYMORE!!! SCHOOL COMP CAN OPEN MY BLOG!!!Note to self: Pretty girls are entitled to mood swings but please don't do it often. It scares the men. Who in the first place has no balls anyway.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109213072851777416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109213072851777416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109213072851777416' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109212998322340324</id><published>2004-08-10T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T17:26:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angry. Angry. Angry. In school. Control temper. Not good to be fed up. Cannot string words into sentences. *takes a deep breath*I am angry at Ezad because yesterday he'd said he'd call because we were supposed to meet up and do something together. The whole day, I wait for his call, thinking that the poor tired fucker is tired from his night shift of work when the truth is, he isn't because he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109212998322340324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109212998322340324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109212998322340324' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109206324898737276</id><published>2004-08-09T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:01:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is irritating. I have to keep getting people to blog for me. Lame shit. Now the whole world knows my username and password. But it's only ppl I trust that I give my password to, so, I shall not waste brain cells on worrying.However, this entry is once again brought to you by my darling brother. The one who lives downstairs and has a nice sof keyboard. Lup ya my baby brother!!!I actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109206324898737276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109206324898737276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109206324898737276' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109189649791439864</id><published>2004-08-08T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T00:34:57.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am now Paris Hilton.All because I did a standard load of laundry by hand (wash and rinse) and hung them out to dry on bamboo poles.Usually, all clothes get dumped into the washing machine, add soap, press full cycle (wash, rinse and spin) and hang them on hangers to dry.You can call me Paris. *muaaahz*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109189649791439864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109189649791439864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109189649791439864' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109198745599976337</id><published>2004-08-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T22:55:08.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[insert preferred curse words here]I just realised that I am doing the wrong diploma. Okaylah, wrong would be too strong a word to use but really, doesn't everyone have a Diploma in Business? And wouldn't everyone want one? Better still, there are people with Business Degrees out there. Bloody fucking KNNCCB.[insert more curse words] &lt;--- really trying to cut down on the cursing.I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109198745599976337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109198745599976337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109198745599976337' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109178057839113800</id><published>2004-08-06T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T16:22:58.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've eaten 3 times today and puked 6 times. For once, I didn't do it on purpose, and for once, it hurts like hell.My MC states 'unfit to take exams'. Mr Phua wouldn't be too happy. After all, this is the third time I'm taking Finance.Curling into a ball doesn't help. Blogging does, though only a teeny bit. Now I just have a headache.Stupid Spywared comp can be used when it comes to youngest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109178057839113800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109178057839113800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109178057839113800' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109171856144034020</id><published>2004-08-05T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T23:09:21.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*cries* Spyware problem is back. Now blogging on borrowed favour using brothers' comp. Shit, The OC is going to start in 2 minutes. I can't blog in a hurry. Fuck lah, just check out this pic my bro and I took using Dad's phone.Cute kakak and her baby brother.I should resize the pic coz it think it looks nicer in thumbnail size. But it's not nice to use ppl's comps for so long and OC dah start.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109171856144034020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109171856144034020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171856144034020' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109160261020638318</id><published>2004-08-04T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T14:56:50.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 working days!!! Transitlink and Temasek Polytechnic you are all freaking gay motherfucking organisations that need a good shove of a broomstick up your stinking asses for making me a cripple at my travelling abilities.I swear it is injustice to make a studying, non income earning 19 year old pay adult fare!! And I haven't even started fucking you lot for giving the JC students flat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109160261020638318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109160261020638318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109160261020638318' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109158963846692389</id><published>2004-08-04T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T11:33:33.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear. It's a miracle. Or maybe the SpyDoc I installed actually works. Anyway, CURSE all spywares!! CURSE the people who came up with them!! CURSE.. alah, just curse lah.I've been unwell. It's either from eating western food for one and a half weeks straight without a proper serving of nasi and home cooked lauk or Sampoernas. Someone told me that cloves are poisonous.Right now, I have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109158963846692389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109158963846692389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109158963846692389' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109103274392979121</id><published>2004-07-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T01:02:31.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent my journey from SIM (Singapore Institute of Management) bus stop to Bedok MRT with a rather cute but botak 18 year old guy. I'm not complaining, but the journey was rather awkward, coz he wasn't easy to flirt with, even though he was friendly. Him: What are you reading? Me: Oh, it's a book I picked up from the library and decided to read it coz it's kind of artsy fartsy. I usually read</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109103274392979121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109103274392979121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109103274392979121' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109086031909242326</id><published>2004-07-27T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T00:45:19.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Washing machine is spoilt. I don't mind handwashing. Though it wrinkles up my hands and then I'll spend the next hour staring at the wrinkles, amazed at God's doing. I"ve been doing that since I was 5.With no spin drying capabilities, I forsee a lecak kitchen. I also forsee masam smelling clothes given the rain-shine-rain again weather we experience here in this heavily manjenised country. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109086031909242326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109086031909242326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109086031909242326' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109082440306997674</id><published>2004-07-26T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T14:46:43.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Registrar's Office sucks. Because of them, my travelling capabilities for the next month or so will be greatly impaired as Transitlink has decided to be gay and did not want to extend my ez-link card without notification of the end date of my course of study.Gay. Gay. Gay. Gay. Temasek Polytechnic is absolutely gay for coming up with this whole gay FAST system. And as usual, the damn country's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109082440306997674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109082440306997674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109082440306997674' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109072806272607649</id><published>2004-07-25T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T12:01:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scoot over Justin Timberlake, my new man is Adam Brody. He is like soooooooo effing HOT! I wish I was Rachel Bilson. I'd get both an on and off screen romance with the emo dork!! I want I want I want a cute emo dork as a boyfriend tooooooooooo!!!!I tell you, I'm like so obsessed with The OC, especially stuff abt Adam Brody (Seth Cohen) and Rachel Bilson (Summer Roberts) because in the show, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109072806272607649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109072806272607649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109072806272607649' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109068514825859094</id><published>2004-07-24T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T00:05:48.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sob sob* Phone is spoilt. And there are numbers saved in the phone that I'm afraid I won't be able to retrieve ever again. It's not that I purposely didn't want to save it on my SIM card, just that the gay phone didn't have the function to.Very very very very sad. Now I have to use whatever money I have to buy a new phone. *bawls* Just when I wanted to buy that Levis engineered skirt or maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109068514825859094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109068514825859094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109068514825859094' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109059002019434408</id><published>2004-07-23T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T21:40:20.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Down with the flu. Hate having to take MC and having to buy medicne that I won't consume anyway. Waste of my fucking dollars.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109059002019434408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109059002019434408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059002019434408' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109049476260545633</id><published>2004-07-22T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T19:12:42.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have just deleted some exclusive home made porn from my comp. Don't want my brother to be cleaning up my comp and stumbling across these things. No, I'm not in them but I was one of those who did the shooting and editing. Hahahahaha.. porn director, me? Yep, like once, because some friends wanted to do something 'artistic' in their lives.So there you go, something I have just decided to tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109049476260545633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109049476260545633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109049476260545633' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109046656300446231</id><published>2004-07-22T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:53:04.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is a bad day. I overslept for both my 9am lecture and 11am tutorial. Fuck sia, 11am tutorial tau!! Now, which moron does that? It is also a bad day because I seem to have an itchy throat and a cough. I don't know why I'm perpetually sick these days but I always blame it on the weather. There was an environment inspector who came today and checked the house for any stagnant water. Lucky </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109046656300446231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109046656300446231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109046656300446231' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109046565161787039</id><published>2004-07-22T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T11:09:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sis is such a bitch. I found my nail clipper on my table, which means, she's been using it. I hate other people using my personal things. It's like that time she stole one of my shavers. Stupid bitch, if she doesn't want to fork out her own cash for toiletries, go ask mum lah. Stupid stupid stupid bitch. Dad used to say that I must understand and take into account that she's young. Dad's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109046565161787039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109046565161787039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109046565161787039' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109039409415199299</id><published>2004-07-21T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T15:14:54.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alamak. I think the smilies on my tagboard is not working. This template is pretty and all but here's a little behind the scene secret: I really had a shitty time with the damn tagboard. And after's Ave's tag, I just realised that after all the tweaking and all, I forgot to change the button to say Dispense. And the smilies problem is really bugging me.You say I look different? Well.. think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109039409415199299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109039409415199299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109039409415199299' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109033133597787964</id><published>2004-07-20T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T21:48:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nice or not my new template?? I think the model above *points to main pic* is very jambu. *rolls about laughing*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109033133597787964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109033133597787964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033133597787964' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263461.post-109031629833576548</id><published>2004-07-20T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T17:41:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Starhub MaxOnline is really a motherf**king internet connection to be using. Or maybe it's just that my family uses wireless internet, with the main router in Dad's room. I think we might have some sort of wave blocking doors so things happen when doors are closed. I worried myself sick today because I really need to use the internet but there was no connection and I'm too scared to barge into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109031629833576548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263461/posts/default/109031629833576548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess_sal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109031629833576548' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
