<?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-6290921</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:50:22.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sharini</title><subtitle type='html'>the life of sharini</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-113405530458905962</id><published>2005-12-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:21:44.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/113405530458905962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/113405530458905962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-112108414695243227</id><published>2005-07-11T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:15:47.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel the need to blog now.Well, from the time I last blogged till now.Things have gone up and down.And I'm happy with the way everything's turned out.I'm the VP of Nanyang's PERBAYU and it feels great to be part of such a wonderful group of people.Even though my studies are not so hot now, I believe that in time, it'll be okay.I mean, I can't keep failing Econs right?Malay's probably the only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/112108414695243227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/112108414695243227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-feel-need-to-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111702622641747491</id><published>2005-05-25T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:03:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I haven't been updating.What's new, anyway?I'm supposed to go for Bahas camp on Saturday.For 4 days!I think it'll be a challenge for me since I am so not adept at speaking Malay.But I think the camp I attended today is gonna help me.I felt it.I felt the energy and the lessons that they drilled into me.And now, I feel like 05A3 is finally 05A3.I have so much trust in them now.Really, I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111702622641747491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111702622641747491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111624719133945468</id><published>2005-05-16T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:39:51.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess this is what it feels like to be in JC.Your days are never-ending and it seems as if you're in school practically the whole week.However, my only consolation is that it will be over in 18 month's time. But, I do realize that the next 18 months will be the most turbulent and emotional time of my life.I am ready to work hard to earn a place in the university because if not, then all this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111624719133945468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111624719133945468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-guess-this-is-what-it-feels-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111621026486705896</id><published>2005-05-16T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:24:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so this entry is dedicated to NADIA who has politely asked me to update my blog even though it has been clearly written there that 'I HAVE STOPPED BLOGGING!'So anyway, from my last entry to now, things have been looking up tremendously.I think I might have found nice friends who I can spend my breaks with.It's fun having good malay friend(S) since in Beatty, my only close malay friends were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111621026486705896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111621026486705896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/05/okay-so-this-entry-is-dedicated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111417173487532907</id><published>2005-04-22T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T20:08:54.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I know I've said this a million times.But I think I'm gonna stop blogging for the time being, while I get my life in order.Seriously, my priorities are so whacked.Thus, from now on,www.princess-sha.blogspot.com WILL BE ON HIATUS.Bye-bye.Hugs and kisses.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111417173487532907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111417173487532907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/04/okay-so-i-know-ive-said-this-million.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111347614217106564</id><published>2005-04-14T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:47:30.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really should be doing my karangan which should be handed in on Monday.NOTE: Last Monday.But anyway, since when have I really handed in karangans on time.My un-handed in karangan 'Jika Aku Seekor Semut' due on March 2004 is proof enough.HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.Okay, um, anyway.Things have gotten a LOT better since my ___ to Ibrahim.I feel really embarrassed to say, lah.But I really hated the first few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111347614217106564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111347614217106564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-really-should-be-doing-my-karangan_14.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111252874098372023</id><published>2005-04-03T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T10:11:19.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gema Puisi Artistik was yesterday.Have to admit that I liked the performances.At first, I was like WTH?!And to top it off, I had no idea what the theme 'Wawasan' means.Hahahahahaha.Nonetheless, I had a really great time crowd-controlling and refreshmenting.Actually, it was more like standing-and-thrusting-out-my-handing and standing-and-glaring-at-people-who-take-a-lot-of-fooding.Yeah, some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111252874098372023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111252874098372023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/04/gema-puisi-artistik-was-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111201277833515090</id><published>2005-03-28T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:26:18.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was by far the fun-nest day I had since I was posted to NY.Fun, fun, fun.You know why?Coz I went back to Innova to un-miss friends.I really missed the people there.And!There was this REALLY cute guy.Hanyut, they call him.HAHAHAHHAHA.Then slacked at library where there was this dumbass who tried to maintain silence in the library but ended up being humiliated by his friend.I'm just gonna cut</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111201277833515090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111201277833515090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-was-by-far-fun-nest-day-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111191897764213778</id><published>2005-03-27T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:22:57.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I simply don't know what to update.Well, I've changed my combination.Econs, Lit, Malay.At least I'm hoping I'll get it, lah.I know what you're thinking.Why the heck am I taking Malay, right?I honestly honestly think that I might be able to score better in this than Maths.So spare me your comments about my non-existent Malay vocabulary.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111191897764213778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111191897764213778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-simply-dont-know-what-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111149806802358135</id><published>2005-03-22T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:27:48.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nanyang Arts!Whee!Yay!Alhamdulillah.Quite happy, actually.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111149806802358135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111149806802358135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/03/nanyang-arts-whee-yay-alhamdulillah.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111141330342667658</id><published>2005-03-21T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T09:08:28.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went out with Hafiana.Had a blast.Waiting for Desperate Housewives.Then, cuddle up to Angles and Demons.Would be better if it was with MrSweetSmile.Heh.I wish Ibrahim was online right now.Shucks.I just have a LOT to say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111141330342667658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111141330342667658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/03/went-out-with-hafiana.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111121250853655424</id><published>2005-03-19T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T14:08:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I must say that I've had fun during my holidays.Thursday was Disney day!Woohoo!Go watch Princesses on Ice.I tell you ah, Best!!!It's magical, ya, that's what it is.Beeeeeeautiful gowns.Aladdin is hot, man.Seriously.Oooh, I bought the cotton candy which comes with the crown.Hahahahahahahaha.So I was wearing it the entire time.Then on Friday, my cousins and I went to Escape.Okaylah, I would have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111121250853655424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111121250853655424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-must-say-that-ive-had-fun-during-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111085491745107285</id><published>2005-03-15T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T10:48:37.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm the last one to update on the skating trip.Hahahahaha.But ANYWAY, I was the first there.Can you believe it?!At 10.10, I arrived.So, I started messaging everybody.One by one, 'Wahhh. You damn early lahz.'Okay fine, no problem, I wait.Wait and wait and wait until 11.15 for the last person to arrive.MrTallAndSkinny.Sheesh.Then still got the cheek to say, 'Sharini look like actress maner </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111085491745107285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111085491745107285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-im-last-one-to-update-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-111053449524648945</id><published>2005-03-11T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:48:15.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PUBLIC APOLOGYI just want to say to Aini that I am really, truly sorry.I know I said that I would go to the BBQ but I really, truly cannot make it.I hope that Afzal carries out what I told him to.SORRY!!Was talking to a friend about relationships and stuff.And I said that even though I'm head over heels in like with MrSweetSmile, I doubt I would embark on a relationship with him.That is, if he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111053449524648945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/111053449524648945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/03/public-apology-i-just-want-to-say-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-110963938286548621</id><published>2005-03-01T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T09:09:42.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a rollercoaster of sorts. Feelings, I mean.Before the release of results, I was a basket of nerves.However, it was important for me not to show it because the people around me were freaking out and if they saw me, the laid-back/relek chick, being nervous, I'm sure they'll be even more scared.But when it was my time to get results, I was moving so slowly. I think it took me a minute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110963938286548621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110963938286548621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterday-was-rollercoaster-of-sorts.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-110897551825996466</id><published>2005-02-21T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T16:45:56.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so the last few days have been really CRAP.I don't know...Maybe it's the impending release of the 'O' Level results that's got me feeling this way.But seeing him just calmed me down.There's something about him that's so.. relaxed.Yeah, that's the correct word to use.School have been such a pain in the ass.It's getting boring-er and boring-er.The thing's that keeping me up are the constant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110897551825996466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110897551825996466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/02/okay-so-last-few-days-have-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-110751926583472501</id><published>2005-02-04T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T20:14:25.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Econs tutorial was really fun!Never thought I'd say that... but, ya.It was.Coz we were discussing the pros and cons of going to either a JC or Poly.So I said that the pros of going to a Poly was that you can skip lectures.And Mrs Koh heard it!Then she patted my head and said, "You look like such a hardworking girl."Then my group [Sangita, JX, Aileen, Serene] started laughing.Very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110751926583472501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110751926583472501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/02/todays-econs-tutorial-was-really-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-110726632827351198</id><published>2005-02-01T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:58:48.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came back from Netball training.Really very tough.I think I'll just stick to Malay Dance and Yoga ah.Hahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110726632827351198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110726632827351198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-came-back-from-netball-training.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-110641138150744713</id><published>2005-01-23T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T00:29:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, had our Bootes barbecue just now.'Twas extremely fun.Had a great time just sitting around gossiping about school and Innovians.I think we bonded more during bbq than our actual orientation programs.Granted food could be better but the company was just amazing.Ms Joyce's place is soooo cool.And she said we could come over anytime to use the pool.So we're gonna take up her offer one of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110641138150744713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110641138150744713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-had-our-bootes-barbecue-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-110636400792820308</id><published>2005-01-22T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T11:20:07.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just dropped a big bombshell on my parents yesterday.I announced that I MIGHT be staying on in Innova if I can.Well, obviously, they're not very happy with it.But I really like it there.Granted, the environment could be a l-i-t-t-l-e better but its atmosphere that's pulling me.I'm given so many opportunities there that I think I might not get at other JCs.Nicole: There is not a chance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110636400792820308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110636400792820308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-just-dropped-big-bombshell-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-110562177572265490</id><published>2005-01-13T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:09:35.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna write a loooooong entry to compensate for the short ones.I'm really starting to adjust myself to Innova now.I have wonderful friends and great teachers.Even Econs.Yep, I find her okay.Believe it or not.Many people think she's boring and rigid and stiff but I think she's just made that way.Like she's programmed to be that way.I'm not saying that in a bad way or what but... I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110562177572265490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110562177572265490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-gonna-write-loooooong-entry-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-110543599132271083</id><published>2005-01-11T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T17:33:11.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nicole: There are TONS of hot guys in Innova.Really, truly, I'm not joking.I miss you lots lots!Siying: I miss you lots lots too!And did you, like, conveniently forgot about our pizza treat?Nicole: What bout your promise to bug her about it?!Haha.Classes started on Monday.I.. er.. like it.Partly, ah.I like Lit and Geog lesson.My CT damn cool.So chio.Food sucks and not value for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110543599132271083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110543599132271083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/01/nicole-there-are-tons-of-hot-guys-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-110475324698988232</id><published>2005-01-03T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T19:54:06.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Innova is soooo fun!Best! Best! Best!I like it very much, though I doubt I'll be staying after the results are released.It's just too much of a hassle to go to Woodlands.Okay.I might not blog very much these few days.So, er, have fun wherever you are!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110475324698988232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110475324698988232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2005/01/innova-is-soooo-fun-best-best-best-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-110412896684070704</id><published>2004-12-27T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T14:29:26.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I know I said that I would resume blogging.But, somehow, I got so caught up in reality that I forgot to.I apologise.Well, a LOT of things have changed since I last blogged.For starters... I think I'm in l-o-v-e.And it terrifies me.Because I've never felt this way before and I'm just not sure what to expect.And Nicole, remember I told you about my, er, thing.Yeah, for his sake, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110412896684070704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/110412896684070704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/12/okay-so-i-know-i-said-that-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-109824395471849819</id><published>2004-10-20T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T11:45:54.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the LAST day of school.I'm gonna start off by saying that even though it was really emo and stuff, I managed to hold back my tears for the whole day.Until Nicole hugged me.That was when I teared.It was the last time we were gonna be classmates and seatmates.I'm gonna miss her the MOST!And her letter was soooo darn touching.Like what she said, it was mainly hugs, photos, hugs,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109824395471849819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109824395471849819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/10/yesterday-was-last-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-109782766028890151</id><published>2004-10-15T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T16:07:40.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I've graduated.It feels so weird to still come back to school.But, nonetheless, I feel grateful for these extra 2 days.It's not much but we'll make do with it.I am really gonna miss the people.So I was told that my graduation speech was great.I felt such a high standing at the rostrum and reading my speech.It feels so good to be in that position, when no one can do anything except </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109782766028890151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109782766028890151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/10/ok-so-ive-graduated.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-109756657113280896</id><published>2004-10-12T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T15:36:11.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Graduation's in 2 days time.TWO!!I've been counting down to this day for almost 3 and a 1/2 years.And when it's here, I feel so... -sighs-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109756657113280896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109756657113280896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/10/graduations-in-2-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-109729886362912342</id><published>2004-10-09T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T13:14:23.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mrs Low was so cute yesterday.Basically during Lit lesson, we just had a mass discussion about the book.Which is what I like, coz I have a lot of views on the novel.And the qns which Siying raised was very interesting, if not, controversial.And! We finally talked abut why Dick's named, well, Dick.Hahaha.You should have been there lah, Nic.Oh! And Mrs Low described a teacher during her Sec </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109729886362912342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109729886362912342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/10/mrs-low-was-so-cute-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-109705203954467401</id><published>2004-10-06T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T16:40:39.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alamak.Like how can I forget.I skipped school today.I think if I were to stay at home from now until graduation day, it'll be totally fine.I seem to get more things done at home than at school anyway.But, my main purpose for blogging now was to list down all the things that I'll miss when I graduate in -counts fingers- a few weeks.I will miss:-seeing Fathin at the traffic light when my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109705203954467401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109705203954467401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/10/alamak.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-109703092665349406</id><published>2004-10-06T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T10:48:46.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A2A2A2A2A2A2.Wheeee!I'm so happy.I'm so glad.Finally, a damn distinction for English.And I only got a 24 for my compo, lor.So terrible.But, I still got an A2. Yay!!So, maybe I'm trying for Catholic JC.Looks as if it's the only logical decision now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109703092665349406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109703092665349406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/10/a2a2a2a2a2a2.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-109662211219387347</id><published>2004-10-01T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:15:12.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was kinda alright.I mean, the results I got were pretty expected.I'm just waiting for my English and Literature.And!!Mdm Diana asked ME to write the class speech!!Yay!! Woohoo!!Actually, I have always wanted to write lor, but I just thought that it would ridiculous for me to tell her that I wanted to do it.In case she thinks I action or what.Ok, so I'm gonna need Afzal's help for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109662211219387347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109662211219387347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-was-kinda-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-109637204998471467</id><published>2004-09-28T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T19:47:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yes and the "cute teacher" of rini came into class todayand ive NEVER seen her blush so much before.hahahahs.it was damn funny la.binomial i was at qn 5 already she was still at qn 2 and wonderin whether the teacher was wearin boots.lol- cute la that woman.thats why i love her! hahahs.yes, nicole. i love you too. much much!!ya, so MY cute teacher came into class today.sooo cute!!hahahahs.i was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109637204998471467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109637204998471467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-yes-and-cute-teacher-of-rini-came.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-109576889720303809</id><published>2004-09-21T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T20:14:57.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was so much fun!I took picture of the cute new teacher.Haha.Oklah, so it wasn't me who aimed the phone at him.It was Andy.But I so asked him to do it.Ahahaha!So darn-tooting funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109576889720303809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109576889720303809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-was-so-much-fun-i-took-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-109546998377110956</id><published>2004-09-18T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T09:13:03.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So far, Physics, Chemistry, EM1, Lit, SS, Eng and Malay are over.Thus, this weekend, I will have to desperately mug for all Maths papers.But it's okay.I love Maths.And that new teacher is sooo cute.But he's too fair for my liking.My entries seem boring ah.I don't know what to write anymore.Nothing ever seems to happen in my life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109546998377110956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109546998377110956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-far-physics-chemistry-em1-lit-ss.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-109487526939514250</id><published>2004-09-11T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T12:01:09.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I said I wouldn't be blogging anymore.Well, I changed my mind.I need a space for me to vent.Ok, so prelims are coming up soon.In fact, it's next Monday.But I'm not worried coz it's only English.So now, I have to really work on my Social Studies.Because it's pointless for me to score for Literature while my SS is just going down the drain.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109487526939514250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/109487526939514250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-know-i-said-i-wouldnt-be-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108805927218107435</id><published>2004-06-24T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T14:41:12.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have decided not to continue on with this blog.Mainly because I have no interest in it anymore.And I really don't think I would be online much anymore. So, this will be my last entry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108805927218107435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108805927218107435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-have-decided-not-to-continue-on-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108710051963004446</id><published>2004-06-13T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T12:21:59.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been such a long time since I last blogged in.It's not that I'm busy, I mean, yeah, I am.But that's not my main reason for not blogging.I just feel that my life has taken a dramatic turn for the better. And I prefer the memories to be kept in my heart.Rather than to leave it out in the open where anyone can use it against me.I doesn't make sense, I know.But I feel secure knowing that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108710051963004446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108710051963004446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-been-such-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108599212452957599</id><published>2004-05-31T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T16:28:44.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanna go watch HPPOA!!And I need to go study!I really do.My grades are getting really bad and I don't know what to do about it.I think I should go study.Oh ya, we had this tea-lunch thing with the Beatty Alumni.Food was, alright.I mean, it was the same thing asStudent Council Investiture.My goodness! How can I forget?Malay O Levels was just now.And I thought it was quite okay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108599212452957599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108599212452957599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-wanna-go-watch-hppoa-and-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108566945511986817</id><published>2004-05-27T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:50:55.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-jumps up and down, screaming- We won! We won!Haha.Captain's Ball.Such a fun game.I love playing with Clara, Nad, ZmKar Kei, Aliki, Jess and Siying.And we have been called bitches and fuckers and whatnots.But it does not matter.Coz we won.-winks-And the NE quiz was pretty cool.Kept asking everybody around me for help.Haha.The trick is to build things everywhereto increase your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108566945511986817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108566945511986817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/05/jumps-up-and-down-screaming-we-won-we.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108548919544951449</id><published>2004-05-25T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T20:46:35.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need a break.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108548919544951449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108548919544951449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-need-break.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108548770558238253</id><published>2004-05-25T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T20:21:45.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am actually pretty happy with my overall performance.For mid-year, I mean.Granted it's not as good asI hope it would be, but I'm fine with it.And!! I got a 58/80 for my AM Paper 2.So it's my bloody paper 1 that made me get a C6.54, you know!!! 54.375!!Grr.Just how many more .somethingto get a C5.Very irritating, right?It's the same thing with Lit.I could have gotten a B4, if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108548770558238253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108548770558238253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-am-actually-pretty-happy-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108515082684141474</id><published>2004-05-21T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T22:47:06.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, he said bye to me today.Quite shocking, actually.Considering how long we haven't spoken to each other before this.Truth be told, I miss him.It's not him, exactly, but I missthe comfort of knowing that he's there for me; to support me.Anyway, got back AM paper today.Like crap, as usual.I mean, I knew I was going to failbut not by so much, you know.It sucks. It really does.So, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108515082684141474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108515082684141474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-he-said-bye-to-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108505703138672262</id><published>2004-05-20T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T20:43:51.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faerie:Faeries are sweet loving beings who love to helppeople. They are not held back by reality andlove to dream and fly around.  You probably arevery creative and although not the most popularperson in the world you are probably loved bymany for your sweet caring personality. What Mythological Creature Are You (Many Results and Beautiful Pics) brought to you by QuizillaI'm a faery. Lalala.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108505703138672262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108505703138672262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/05/faerie-faeries-are-sweet-loving-beings.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108497973316731713</id><published>2004-05-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:15:33.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>obsessive compulsive Which Personality Disorder Do You Have? brought to you by QuizillaHaha.Nicole's gonna be laughingher head off on this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108497973316731713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108497973316731713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/05/obsessive-compulsive-which-personality.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108497581490485287</id><published>2004-05-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T22:10:14.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got an A1!!Woooooohooooo!!!Haha. It's for Malay, lah.First time seh. Soooo happy.And, Cikgu said I had a talent for writing.And that for me to write acomposition like that duringan examination shows talent.Haha.Oh, but Science wasn't so good.Only managed to scrape a B4.Sucky, lah.And, surprise, surprise, my Physics was better than Chem.Tomorrow getting back Maths and Ch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108497581490485287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108497581490485287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/05/ive-got-a1-woooooohooooo-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108480712661883071</id><published>2004-05-17T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T23:18:46.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, as you probably know,mid-year examinations are over.Thank goodness.I had such a hard time doingthe papers today.No, not because they were hard.But because I had a fever and ittook every ounce of my powerto complete the papers.So I'm just really glad thateverything's finished.Went to TPC today. With my sister and auntie. My auntie, who was supposed to go to the doctors, wanted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108480712661883071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108480712661883071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-as-you-probably-know-mid-year.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108445617785559521</id><published>2004-05-13T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T21:49:37.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't have school tomorrow. Woohoo!!But that doesn't mean I'vefinished my exams.Anyway, it's only mid-year.I keep telling myself that but I know that if I screw this up, I'm not gonna be in the mood tostudy anymore. When somebody loved meeverything was beautiful.Every hour we spent togetherlives within my heart.I love love love this song!!Sarah Mclachlan - When She Loved MeToy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108445617785559521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108445617785559521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-dont-have-school-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108348695247976396</id><published>2004-05-02T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T16:40:13.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adding on to my previous entry,his eyelashes are GORGEOUS.Seriously.It's the type that girls strive to achieveby slathering on tons of mascara.Yep.That's how long and thick they are.I cannot believe I studied Mathsthe whole day yesterday.Yeah, but I missed VJC's funfair.Shucks.Hoping to complete Chp 6&amp;7 of SS today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108348695247976396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108348695247976396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/05/adding-on-to-my-previous-entry-his.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108330861778351114</id><published>2004-04-30T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T15:07:55.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just have to say this,he has such a nice back. It's so straight and very veryirresistible...Oh goodness, and his body. I think I seriously saw a six-pack.And his lips, to-die-for.His pout just makes me go crazy.And his curly hair. Urrgghh!!Hotstuff.His hands are so very toned.Wow. He is hot. Sports DayOk, very eventful.Sat behind him.Very funny actually, listening tohis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108330861778351114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108330861778351114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-just-have-to-say-this-he-has-such.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108306205838822084</id><published>2004-04-27T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T18:38:32.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, tomorrow is Sports Day.I'm kinda looking forward to it.Don't know why also. Standing in front of him every morning is testing my self-control. Really. It just takes all of myself not to look at him.Oh! I got selected to go to Thailandfor that Adopt-a-Child thing.Very very cool!I do admit that it's bloody expensive.$649.50 or something and the damn school is only subsidising </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108306205838822084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108306205838822084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-tomorrow-is-sports-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108263197959721101</id><published>2004-04-22T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T19:10:27.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This entry is dedicated to Nicole for kindly asking me to blog by saying,"BLOG IN."To tell the truth, I don't really know whatI want to say.It's not an eventful day.Oh yar, everybody, EVERYBODY, handed in Spontaneous Writing.I'm so happy. Yay!!I am getting closer to my dreamof making everybody hand in on time.I miss you. So bad. I try to think of you. But your face disappears </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108263197959721101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108263197959721101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/04/this-entry-is-dedicated-to-nicole-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108245875709543172</id><published>2004-04-20T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T20:02:03.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assembly totally rocked today. Beatty invited Royston Tan [director of Fifteen] to speak to us about filmaking and his films. Pretty cool actually. And I thought he had a really nice voice. One which I wouldn't get sick of hearing. And his films were pretty good as well. A few of the girls cried over it. I mean, yeah, it was touching and everything but I wouldn't cry over that. It was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108245875709543172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108245875709543172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/04/assembly-totally-rocked-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108210184639794838</id><published>2004-04-16T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T15:54:45.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so happy that the school week is over. It has been incredibly tiring. And the weather is HOT. And we had to line up in front of our classes for assembly. C'mon man. Spare us the torture. I am finally getting the grasp of Kinematics! Yay! I thought it was gonna be so hard to understand it but, it's not. Yesterday was full of drama. I feel so sorry for Mrs Low. I didn't think that she faced </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108210184639794838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108210184639794838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-am-so-happy-that-school-week-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108177096983224474</id><published>2004-04-12T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:00:03.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a real sucky day for me. I had a fight with my sister early in the morning so I came to school a bitter woman and a horrible friend. Had a bitching session with Aini, Jamuna, Ashita and Nadia in the morning. All was going fine until Chemistry lesson. I tell you, I hate that bloody mothereffer. I did nothing! Nothing at all and she just came up to me and wrote -3 on my paper. Woaaah!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108177096983224474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108177096983224474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-was-real-sucky-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108167182851919461</id><published>2004-04-11T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T16:27:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suck at Chemistry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108167182851919461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108167182851919461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-suck-at-chemistry.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108152531926231160</id><published>2004-04-09T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T23:45:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Afzal, Alfian, Azfar, Sahairi and Esdy at Cathay just now. Have to admit that Afzal looked much better than when he was still in Beatty. I guess it's the Beatty air. It makes everybody look sucky. Crappy sheet.Yup, oh and get this. Diyanah went out with Esdy. I cannot believe it. Anyway, wanted to watch Ned Kelly coz I got free tickets but it's NC16 so my sis can't get in. So, my uncle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108152531926231160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108152531926231160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-saw-afzal-alfian-azfar-sahairi-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108142720029795901</id><published>2004-04-08T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T20:30:28.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I still remember Selangor camp. I loved every minute of it. From the bus ride to Selangor and back to school. Of course the fact that I met him played a huge part. In some ways, I would never have enjoyed the camp if not for him.I still remember the first time Farah, Aini, him and I took our food and we asked him to read the prayers for eating. But, in the end, we ate without him coz he was too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108142720029795901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108142720029795901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-still-remember-selangor-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108125360397587179</id><published>2004-04-06T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T20:17:09.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The guy talking to me about the internet connection thing sounded sooooo hunkalicious! So deep and throaty and husky... Wow. And he said good night to me!! *screams* Haha. I think it was probably required of him to say that to every customer. Can you fall in love with a voice that you've heard for only 15 minutes? If not, I did it. Today was Student Council Investiture. Such a horribly day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108125360397587179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108125360397587179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/04/guy-talking-to-me-about-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108116826241698654</id><published>2004-04-05T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T20:34:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok... I'm writing this as fast as I possibly can. My internet connection is so sucky! I can go online and then in, like, fifteen minutes, my connection goes kaput! Can you imagine the frustration that I am going through?! Urrrggghh!!J.Low didn't come today. Funny thing was, Nicole was saying that she hopes J.Low won't come so she can do her Chinese compo. Surprise, surprise! Her wish came true.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108116826241698654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108116826241698654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108064760003192744</id><published>2004-03-30T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T19:56:55.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This entry is dedicated to Nicole for faithfully pointing out that I do not update my blog. Monday: Was pretty boring. But, no Malay!! Yay! Well, actually, it goes both ways lah. Coz, I mean, MT O Levels are only like 2 months away or even less than that. He cares more about his stoopid takraw players than his O Level-taking pupils who know shit to nothing on how to do Prosedur Kloz [Cloze </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108064760003192744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108064760003192744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/03/this-entry-is-dedicated-to-nicole-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-108004320504718947</id><published>2004-03-23T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T20:03:31.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday: Nicole gave me the shock of the month yesterday. There's this tiny sort-of-cupboard at the back of our class. A lot of ppl were gathering there. When I came into class, she was like,"Sharini!! Sharini!! Come here!! Very scary!! Got mirror one!" And they pushed me to look into it. My heart was already racing when I popped my head in. Then, I turned my head to the left and saw this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108004320504718947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/108004320504718947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/03/monday-nicole-gave-me-shock-of-month.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107966818925905060</id><published>2004-03-19T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T11:53:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss him. I miss his lame jokes. I miss his smses. I miss the good-night messages he sends me. I just miss him. I thought I was over him but I guess, I'm not. I know that it was probably my decision too, but sometimes, you keep wondering whether it was the right one. For a while, my life was as good as it could get. I can only hope that it would be better from here on out. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107966818925905060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107966818925905060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-miss-him.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107949643990012440</id><published>2004-03-17T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T12:10:37.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so effing bored at home right now. Like I have been for the past 2 days. There is just nothing to do except to go online and watch tv. Ok, so maybe I should go study but no mood ah. I have watched tons of movies at home. DVDs after DVDs after DVDs. Am currently at my auntie's house. Am supposed to be studying but, who cares? Hafiana and Filzah owe me 10 bucks!! I hope you guys see this!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107949643990012440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107949643990012440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-am-so-effing-bored-at-home-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107933838676051337</id><published>2004-03-15T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T16:16:21.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interact camp was kinda okay. Surprised me. I thought it'll be like so horribly sucky and everything. But, it turned out pretty good. I know I sound shallow and bratty but I didn't think it would be a successful camp. Flying Colours [my group] won for best group. I WENT TO INTERACT CAMP AND ALL I GOT WAS ONE LOUSY FILE AND FLAVOURED ICE!! Hoho. And I couldn't find my sleeping bag so I was reduced</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107933838676051337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107933838676051337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/03/interact-camp-was-kinda-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107865663192038232</id><published>2004-03-07T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T19:07:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had this weird weird dream yesterday. It is so ridiculously weird. Him, appearing in my dream. I've only spoken to him about twice this year and acknowledged him maybe once or twice in school. And suddenly, there he is in my dream. How weird is that?! I've never told anybody about it. He and I are standing on opposite sides of a road. Then, he disappears. And that's the end. Anyway, I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107865663192038232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107865663192038232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-had-this-weird-weird-dream-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107855364569228291</id><published>2004-03-06T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T14:17:08.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nobody told me Sec 4 life was gonna be incredibly tiring. It feels like I'm tired every second. And the need for common courtesy is also hard to keep up, what with me being too tired to wave or even smile. I mean, I can cope with the homework and all the other stuff. But, it's just too taxing. Am I the only one who feels this way? God, I hope not. Especially since I dropped Art, people think I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107855364569228291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107855364569228291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/03/nobody-told-me-sec-4-life-was-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107719956100340521</id><published>2004-02-19T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:08:42.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooh! There was this woman in the bus who was talking to me. Conversation is as follow.Woman: Which school are you in? Batty ah?Me: Er.. no, Beatty.W: Oh.M: *smiles sweetly*W: Sec 1 ah?M: Er.. no, sec 4.W: Sec 4 ah? Really? M: Yup. Really.W: O Levels?M: Yup.W: Express?M: Yup.I look like a sec 1?! Someone please tell me the truth. Maybe it's the beetle fringe. Or, maybe it's my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107719956100340521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107719956100340521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/02/oooh-there-was-this-woman-in-bus-who.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107717398074668736</id><published>2004-02-19T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T15:02:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was X-Country. Those of you yang dah paham benar with me would know that there is no way on earth I would run. Haha. Instead, I was one of those cheer-people. Yep, Sharini the cheerleader. Heh. But, for some idiotic reason, Ms Pua cancelled the cheer session. And all those practices were for nothing. Urrrrgggh! How frustrating is that?! Weather was soooo hot just now. Strangely, I seem to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107717398074668736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107717398074668736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/02/today-was-x-country.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107682433402594142</id><published>2004-02-15T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T13:54:48.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tata Young - Sexy, Naughty, BitchyI pick all my skirts To be a little too sexyJust like all my thoughts It always gets a bit naughtyWhen I'm out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy Can't change the way I amSexy, naughty, bitchy me Nice song!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107682433402594142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107682433402594142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/02/tata-young-sexy-naughty-bitchy-i-pick.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107642099015854828</id><published>2004-02-10T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:58:16.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That was a poem I did like 2 yrs ago.For Literature project.I think it's quite depressing.Don't even know what came over me.But I got very good marks. Haha.One more thing..I have no MTV Asia Awards tickets!!Do not ask me for it!Gawd.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107642099015854828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107642099015854828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/02/that-was-poem-i-did-like-2-yrs-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107642085506433840</id><published>2004-02-10T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:50:03.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I continue walking downThis road of lonelinessThe rain stabs meLike a million knivesMy face is stained fromTears that rarely dryI am determined to find An answer to a prayerI have whispered more timesThan I can ever countSeems like this road I've been onAll my life may never endI remember a timeWhen I could say I was happyBut now it only seemsLike one of my pointless dreams</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107642085506433840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107642085506433840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-continue-walking-down-this-road-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107630975513181465</id><published>2004-02-09T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T22:16:07.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am feeling really sick. My mum had to pick me up from school at 11. And some more, the class was really really noisy. I cannot stand it. Throbbing headache, fever, sore throat. Had to get out of the classroom. So I did.Oh! I went to Ngee Ann again on Saturday. Had to wear low heels coz going to my cousin's engagement later on. And I was carrying my cow bag and everything. So makcik-y. Anyway, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107630975513181465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107630975513181465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/02/am-feeling-really-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107606749167599383</id><published>2004-02-06T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T19:40:34.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to Ngee Ann Poly today. Very cool! Especially Mass Comm. Sounds so so interesting. Made me wanna enter it even more. There's lots of cool modules and stuff. Fun! Ooh! There was free popcorn and ice-cream! Nice! Met my madrasah friend there. And it was kinda like a hi-bye kinda thing. Coz she was leaving. And we only had like about an hour to walk around coz we had to drop off those soccer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107606749167599383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107606749167599383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/02/went-to-ngee-ann-poly-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107551760300091081</id><published>2004-01-31T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T15:14:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Realized that I haven't blogged in awhile. Has been kind of a pretty dreary week. Feeling so lethargic all week. Partly due to the weather, I guess. E Maths test was, er, quite hard. I suppose it was because I didn't study. But A Maths was quite alright. Think I can get at least 10 marks. To you, now is not the time to be indulging in all these lovey-dovey stuff. Another thing, you had your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107551760300091081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107551760300091081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/realized-that-i-havent-blogged-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107520302510858402</id><published>2004-01-27T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T19:32:34.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I am sooo happy! Juz got back results for A. Maths retest. So it goes like this. Mr Ng strolled into the room at exactly 1400h. Then, he asked to close the doors. Then, he started talking. And talking. And talking. And we were all like staring at him and Jaromes was incredibly impatient. Sheesh. As he was talking, my heart started pumping. It was like waiting for Doomsday. Seriously, it was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107520302510858402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107520302510858402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/okay-i-am-sooo-happy-juz-got-back.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107492161211178378</id><published>2004-01-24T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T19:16:53.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally know how to do Differentiation! Yay! And just in time for the test. Haha. I really really wanna go watch Disney's Beauty &amp; the Beast on Ice. Belle is so so so pretty. But I like Little Mermaid better. Prince Eric is so so so cute. I think he's the cutest Disney prince. Eh, that prince from Sleeping Beauty not bad also. What's his name? Philip izzit? Anyway, I realized that I actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107492161211178378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107492161211178378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-finally-know-how-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107476042586146094</id><published>2004-01-22T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T16:35:47.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to the beach with my family today. Like me, my dad, my mum, my sis, my auntie, my cousins, my 2 uncles and my grandmum. Sooo much fun! And I'm way way dark now! Ugh. Took lotsa photos. Will upload when I have the time. And my mum said I looked retarded in that coca-cola hat and my HUGE sunglasses. Sheesh. Anyway, kat situ nampak ramai sangat budak tapered. Geli. And you know what? My dad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107476042586146094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107476042586146094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/went-to-beach-with-my-family-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107466479526783963</id><published>2004-01-21T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T20:07:12.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Generalname: nursharini arifinsingle or taken: er.. i'm not exactly sure. sex: femalebirthday: 121188sign: scorpiosiblings: younger siseye colour: blackhair colour: blackRelationshipsyour best friends: oh boy, i can't name all.do u have any bf/gf: nope.do u have a crush: er.. yeah..Fashion stuffwhere is ur favorite place to shop: anywhere will do. i'm not fussy.any tattoos or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107466479526783963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107466479526783963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/general-name-nursharini-arifin-single.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107466309707219528</id><published>2004-01-21T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T16:46:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am getting sicker and sicker. I woke up at around 2 plus and checked my temperature and it was damn damn high- 38.1 degrees celsius. So, I went to my parents' room and slept there. On the carpet. With my blanket and pillows and everything. Couldn't sleep most of the time. I was thinking what I did wrong. I mean, its pelik talking to him but not knowing what he's feeling. Anyway, I wasn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107466309707219528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107466309707219528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-am-getting-sicker-and-sicker.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107458958528358482</id><published>2004-01-20T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T17:08:24.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't realize that I had the same skin as Nic. Heh. My seat in class is so so so cold. Seriously. I keep sneezing every time I sit there. Ugh. And the wind is so strong some more. Keep blowing my papers away. Anyway...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107458958528358482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107458958528358482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-didnt-realize-that-i-had-same-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107441517429865557</id><published>2004-01-18T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T16:41:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. It's so incredibly wonderful to know that your feelings are reciprocated. Took him awhile to say it. Haha. But I liked his honesty in telling me. When I asked him, he juz told me the truth. And that's one of the reasons why I like him. I am so happy! I feel really, truly blessed. Ok, promised him I won't say anything about him in this, so I'll juz stop talking about it now. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107441517429865557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107441517429865557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107417204440811502</id><published>2004-01-15T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T16:15:43.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scorpio Woman. You are a magnetic and seductive woman who knows her own female attributes and powers. You have a compelling persona - strong, but gentle and others can find you irresistible. [See that, Nic? Told you so. Haha.] You are the archetypical enchantress and usually possess an exotic aura regardless of your physical appearance. Your powers are found in the allure of the feminine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107417204440811502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107417204440811502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/scorpio-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107399227932405654</id><published>2004-01-13T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T19:11:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maths test was quite difficult. It's not that I can't do it, it's juz that I took a long time to understand it. So that's why some of my answers were incomplete. Hopefully, I did enough to pass. *prays* Cleared up an argument today. I can't really get angry unless someone did something really really horrible which I can't tolerate. But anyway... apology accepted, ya hear? Heh. Oh yah, BEEEEG </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107399227932405654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107399227932405654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/maths-test-was-quite-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107390162346746025</id><published>2004-01-12T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T19:26:12.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So happy coz A. Maths test not today! Yay! It's juz one of those days when everything seems to be going your way. Especially when Kak Linda called to let me know that tuition postponed also. And he* knows about my blog. So, there's no point hiding. Think he enjoys teasing me about it. Sucker. But, anyway, he'll come to know about it sooner or later... I rather it be later. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107390162346746025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107390162346746025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-happy-coz.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107372910848557503</id><published>2004-01-10T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T18:05:27.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today was orientation. Boy oh boy oh boy! Full of surprises. He* looked really good. And really tall. I mean, it's not coz I'm short but he really is tall. And he was carrying his hockey stick. Haha. Kept stealing glances at him during the parade. Then, he walked past me and said, 'Hi'. I just melted. And was soooo embarrassed coz I didn't hear him at first. So, Aini had to call me and I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107372910848557503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107372910848557503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-today-was-orientation.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107356695124220169</id><published>2004-01-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T21:02:51.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hari Raya pics up here. And some of them are from years back. Heh. Today was super boring. I tried to revise Binomial Theorem. Note the word: Tried. Unsuccessfully. But, I have got to get to know how to do all this! If I am to pass my A Maths retest. Tell me why I have to study all this crappy topics when I'm not gonna use them in real life. I mean, is functions gonna help me to get married? Ugh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107356695124220169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107356695124220169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/hari-raya-pics-up-here.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107346978790149945</id><published>2004-01-07T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T18:07:56.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, before I forget. Yesterday was my dear father's birthday. So I would juz like to say Happy Birthday! Kakak akan selalu doakan yang Abah sentiasa dikurniakan rezeki. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107346978790149945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107346978790149945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/okay-before-i-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107346904957541685</id><published>2004-01-07T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T18:09:17.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am currently hooked on these songs. Hazami- Sonata Musim SaljuBagaikan siang tiada mentariBagai malam tiada cahaya purnamaTanpamu tiada erti hidup berduaKe akhir masa kau ku cintaBagaikan syurga tanpa bidadariKau ibarat hembusan nafas terakhirPulanglah sayang usah kau berpalingDi sini ku pasrah menantiEva &amp; Ezad- Dua InsanBila kau senyum, ku gembiraBila kau sedih, ku menangis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107346904957541685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107346904957541685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-am-currently-hooked-on-these-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107338664725992614</id><published>2004-01-06T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T18:57:46.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did it in 13 seconds.I deserved an A!!Take the How Dexterous Are You? Quiz!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107338664725992614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107338664725992614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-did-it-in-13-seconds.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290921.post-107337932169823570</id><published>2004-01-06T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T18:10:42.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today is the 3rd day of sch. And the 2nd day of the week. And I'm already tired.  Sometimes I worry about my health. Anyway, today was quite okay. I mean, timetable was not so bad today. Malay, then Physics, then Art *pukes*. After recess was Chemistry. The teacher was being super b-ish today. Like Monday. I mean, she came into class, took one look and went back out. Like what is the deal in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107337932169823570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290921/posts/default/107337932169823570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-sha.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-today-is-3rd-day-of-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545754108668896651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
