<?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-6372017</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:21:35.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pR!s.cOm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>320</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111113956678682087</id><published>2005-03-18T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T17:52:46.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Screw mood swings.Seriously, one part of me I dislike strongly dislike about myself is my moodswings whenever my period's about to come. Or when its here, or when its just over. I mean, those are the times my hormones take total control of me. I just find fault with anyone that happens to be talking to me. Some minor issues. URGH. I hate myself sometimes.Another thing I'm highly unhappy with. The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111113956678682087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111113956678682087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111113956678682087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111113956678682087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/screw-mood-swings.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111105849461069352</id><published>2005-03-17T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T19:21:34.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came home just now. Just as I was walking into my room, I saw this BIG BIG packet of seaweed. Hehe. So I attacked it. And I finished 24 packets of seaweed today. Maybe more later. But I'm so addicted to it. The way I was addicted to it in the past.Well, woke up very early this morning. But I was still late. When I got to CCK, QF, TK and Terence were there already. We didn't wait for the rest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111105849461069352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111105849461069352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111105849461069352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111105849461069352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-came-home-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111098238366756482</id><published>2005-03-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T22:13:03.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to a couple of places today. Well, first, we went to Bugis. I bought Ice Lemon Tea. Then the bottle seemed a little faulty. So I drank the whole bottle down. Waited for YL (Bernice/Mary) then we went to Sim Lim. QY wanted to buy empty discs. But didn't buy in the end. So we went to eat Katong Laksa. YL treated us. But I paid him back la. Then went back to Sim Lim to get YL's computer things.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111098238366756482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111098238366756482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111098238366756482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111098238366756482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/went-to-couple-of-places-today.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111089093604958827</id><published>2005-03-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T20:48:56.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Golf is so fun! Especially the course.Went to the course today, Well I had tons of fun. One of my balls dropped into the pond.I saw Junwei, but I didn't want him to see me. So I hid behind the bushes. In the end, I still went to talk to him.My golf set was so heavy. So so heavy. But my body isn't aching yet.At least, I'm a happy girl.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111089093604958827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111089093604958827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111089093604958827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111089093604958827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/golf-is-so-fun-especially-course.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111086279437914609</id><published>2005-03-15T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T12:59:54.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to set new resolutions.I'm going to save enough to buy myself a new wallet if someone doesn't buy me one.I'm going to get that bag I like.Thus, I'm going to save LOTS of money to go shopping. To pamper myself since I haven't been working and I'm not working and will not be working.  Now, I have to motivate myself. No more unnecessary spending on food. No more buying of stupid things (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111086279437914609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111086279437914609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111086279437914609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111086279437914609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-going-to-set-new-resolutions.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111081599508881700</id><published>2005-03-14T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:59:55.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't like you.Deep down inside, I don't like you.Disappointment.This time, disappointed in our friendship.Don't feel like doing it in paragraphs today. So here goes.Mass Comm test went well. Did it in half an hour and left NP.Felt kinda weird. I kinda envisaged myself as a student of NP for those moments. Well, I better change my perspective.Anyhow, I don't think I'll be able to make it into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111081599508881700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111081599508881700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111081599508881700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111081599508881700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111068370193072908</id><published>2005-03-13T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T11:15:01.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>URGH. Something is wrong with blogger today. I wanted to add Yingjie's link inside, then, couldn't republish. Try again later. Okay, its done! Finally.Had this nightmare. But its all over now. Hopefully the real thing would be better. Somehow, I know I wouldn't do well in the test. I don't read the papers, so if they ask about current affairs, well, I'm gone. Went for Korean BBQ last night. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111068370193072908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111068370193072908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111068370193072908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111068370193072908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111059488103024556</id><published>2005-03-12T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T10:34:41.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its such a nice morning. I ought to be in bed NOW. But NO! NP had to send me a msg at 9am. And I was awoken by that msg. Called up the hotline, got my seat number and stuff for the Mass Comm written test.Okay, so now, I'm very broke. Its not an understatement. Amanda has an I-love-Amanda fund, Diott has an I-love-Diott fund. So I also have one I-love-Priscilla  fund. Who wants to donate? Any sum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111059488103024556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111059488103024556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111059488103024556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111059488103024556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-such-nice-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111055644655403258</id><published>2005-03-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T23:54:06.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its so real.The way you succumb to my wants.The way you make me happy.The way I win my every little battle.I don't know what the future brings.It may be bleak,it may be bright.All I know is,I'm happy now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111055644655403258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111055644655403258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111055644655403258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111055644655403258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-so-real.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111045891600409192</id><published>2005-03-10T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T20:48:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was STRANDED in school today. I told my Mummy I didn't want to go to school today. She didn't allow me to. So I went to school, all alone. Went for morning assembly, then went to crash Bryan's GP tutorial until 9am. Left the school after that. 8 people turned up for school. I don't even know why I bother wearing the uniform every morning. By 9am, 2 people left already. Its like, no one really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111045891600409192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111045891600409192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111045891600409192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111045891600409192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-was-stranded-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111037496942276379</id><published>2005-03-09T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:29:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha. Was really happy today. Still am. So, am I more important? Haha. I'm crazy today la. Just ignore this post.As usual, walked out of school today at 9.45. After my ONLY lecture, which is Econs. Told my home tutor. Haha. She loves us. And we love her. Then we went to KAP to eat. I only ate my sundae. And bought sushi from Cold Storage. Then went to Jurong East to STUDY. And got chided by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111037496942276379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111037496942276379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111037496942276379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111037496942276379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111029260826310283</id><published>2005-03-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:36:48.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>((:I'm the happiest girl alive now. At this moment. Haha.Shhh..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111029260826310283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111029260826310283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111029260826310283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111029260826310283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-happiest-girl-alive-now.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111028129765480384</id><published>2005-03-08T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:28:17.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As our fingers intertwine,and our hearts join as one,we become better friends.And I'm proud of that.I really am.Well, today in school. I must say, it was, new? Haha. Crashed Daryl's and Ryan's math lecture then went to town. Haha. This is the last time I can do this? Yea, I guess so. Went out of school with Liangpei, the ACS guys, Ryan and Daryl and Eunice. Haha.Went for breakfast. Then went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111028129765480384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111028129765480384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111028129765480384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111028129765480384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/as-our-fingers-intertwine-and-our.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111021045910636050</id><published>2005-03-07T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:47:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish I had the liberty to leave as and when I want to. Sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111021045910636050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111021045910636050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111021045910636050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111021045910636050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wish-i-had-liberty-to-leave-as-and.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111019566227062728</id><published>2005-03-07T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:41:02.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>freaking mood swings.hate em' learning to love em' too.my privilege as a girl?i'm taking advantage of that.losing maybe the only thing that have mattered to me.hate assumptions.why do people assume?i'm going to ijc purely because of my mum and my sister.$#^$^%(*&amp;)(*)__)&amp;*(^&amp;*%not because he's there okay?i'm feeling out of control.the ONLY thing which have mattered so much to me.i'm letting it go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111019566227062728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111019566227062728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111019566227062728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111019566227062728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/freaking-mood-swings.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111011829077137549</id><published>2005-03-06T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:11:30.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, parting is only normal. At some point of our lives, we would have to learn how to part. Whether or not its permanent or not, we still have to part. And thus, I realise, all my tears I shed because of parting is all wasted. I'm lucky this is temporary. I can still meet up with my darling in NP. I can still meet up with Xiao Crazy and darling karynn the way I'm meeting up with Gereld.Not much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111011829077137549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111011829077137549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111011829077137549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111011829077137549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-parting-is-only-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111003527818303486</id><published>2005-03-05T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T00:03:28.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling very very tired. And a headache is killing me. I'm going to take up ballet again. This time, skipping Grade 5. Going directly to Grade 6. Will it affect my studies? Please, NO. Digging out my leotards is fun. Haha. I'm kinda crazy.Repeating the song again and again, well that's my style right? Ha! I can't do it today. Last night made me really happy. Singing it again and again. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111003527818303486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111003527818303486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111003527818303486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111003527818303486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/feeling-very-very-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-111000955040185542</id><published>2005-03-05T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T15:59:10.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, had fun at XZ's house today. Although I could sense that some of us were not with us there. Figure that out. haha.This will be another Oh-I-don't-wanna-leave-my-friends-in-MI post again. Suddenly I miss them all. All the cha boh-ing of class. All the last minute running out of LTs. And everything else. Maybe I'll find that in my new school. But the same as MI, the slackness? I'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/111000955040185542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=111000955040185542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111000955040185542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/111000955040185542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-had-fun-at-xzs-house-today.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110994277737169225</id><published>2005-03-04T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:27:28.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Cheryl today. ((: So happy! *jumps around* I hugged her. I miss her hugs lor. The hugs when I needed them. I won't get them anymore! Because she's going to NYJC. And who knows where I would be.Averral, Stacey, Jaesh and Lester are going to CJC Arts. Well, I'm left alone again. Solitude. Again. I don't wanna be alone! *bawls* I wanna have friends with me. I shall not start acting like a baby</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110994277737169225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110994277737169225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110994277737169225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110994277737169225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-saw-cheryl-today.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110986226842129657</id><published>2005-03-03T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:09:50.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have been going out with my secondary school buds these days. Well, I must say, I missed them SO much. And I didn't realise it until I've been out with them. Of course, fun can't be measured. I love my MI friends as much as I love my secondary school friends. And of course, Averral and Wuhan.Yesterday, well, I have a little mental block on what we did yesterday. I know I was starving after going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110986226842129657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110986226842129657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110986226842129657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110986226842129657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/have-been-going-out-with-my-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110974335925553479</id><published>2005-03-02T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:14:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm hungry. I'm upset. For no reason. Well, I should be happy. I'm going out. I've gotten my freedom. I want to continue having it. I don't wanna lose it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110974335925553479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110974335925553479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110974335925553479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110974335925553479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110968353532835197</id><published>2005-03-01T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:25:35.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I officially announce that, I HATE CAI SHAOYAO! Number 1: HE POKED MY HEAD AT NP TODAY! And it still hurts. And on the train, CFC and him were sitting on each of my sides. They started talking through my ears. Then made my headache even worse.Number 2: HE KEEPS CALLING ME FLABBY! Ya la, although my arms are a little flabby because I don't exercise, DON'T NEED TO CALL ME FLABBY DE MA!! And keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110968353532835197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110968353532835197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110968353532835197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110968353532835197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-officially-announce-that-i-hate-cai.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110966597803644395</id><published>2005-03-01T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T16:32:58.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so, the decision as to where I'm going is made. The tough choice didn't seem that tough anymore. The important decision was well, made by my mum and sisters. I'm glad though. I don't have to make a choice. Of course, I would kill to go to CJC.Went to Ngee Ann Poly and Singapore Poly. Saw a couple of my MI friends. It was a surprise to see them. But they made my day. Then QY and CFC suggested </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110966597803644395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110966597803644395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110966597803644395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110966597803644395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-so-decision-as-to-where-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110961306428112610</id><published>2005-02-28T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T01:51:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The results are out, yep, they're out. After the long wait. I stayed up last night. I mean, tried to stay up. I fell asleep at 6am. And woke up after a few messages and a phone call from XZ at around 10am. So, I prepared and went to meet XZ for lunch. ((:We finished eating. And for once, I took my time to eat my burger at Mac. I guess that would be our last time wearing school uniform eating at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110961306428112610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110961306428112610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110961306428112610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110961306428112610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/results-are-out-yep-theyre-out.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110950000301045867</id><published>2005-02-27T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:26:43.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've finally done something to my blog. I mean, FINALLY changed the skin. I was chatting with Shelly just now. Everyone is thinking about the results. And dreaming of it as well. I don't. Haha. I dreamt about it in the past. Now as minutes and seconds tick by, we are seconds closer to the release of our results. My heart isn't beating any faster than it was.The heart is calm, the mind is sound...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110950000301045867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110950000301045867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110950000301045867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110950000301045867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-finally-done-something-to-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110947885387771212</id><published>2005-02-27T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T12:34:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, yesterday's ktv session was.... well, expected. I KNEW THEY WOULD LAUGH AT ME! Then I lost my mood to sing. Then I had to sing with restrictions. Tried to sing properly but just couldn't. HEY! Also not my fault I sing out of tune all the time. And not my fault that I'm tonedeaf. Enough about singing.I'm no longer in a dilemma whether or not to go to Australia to study. Its no longer an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110947885387771212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110947885387771212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110947885387771212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110947885387771212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/okay-yesterdays-ktv-session-was.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110945157567916295</id><published>2005-02-27T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T04:59:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At 4.58am in the morning, I must say, ktv-ing with Brian and my sister was fun. Although I sang out of tune AGAIN.-.-"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110945157567916295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110945157567916295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110945157567916295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110945157567916295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/at-4.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110942666987533117</id><published>2005-02-26T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T22:04:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What can I do when I'm bored? Sit around and relax? Sleep? Well, I've been doing those since I woke up at 11.20 this morning. And now, my day is starting to begin. I'm finally going out. With my sister and Brian. And I'm going for a haircut soon. After the BIG day, I'm going for a haircut. It looks messy and out of shape.  Looking at the pictures we took yesterday. Well, I'm sure to miss my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110942666987533117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110942666987533117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110942666987533117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110942666987533117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-can-i-do-when-im-bored-sit-around.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110933649691846299</id><published>2005-02-25T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:12:04.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The "last" day of school was kinda fun. Took pictures, fooled around. And committed a lot of offences before leaving the school. This, will be another entry full of pictures.The day started well by us skipping PE. We went into an empty classroom and started playing MONOPOLY! Haha. Then, we went for break for one and a half hours before going to GP. During break, Jaesh, Ho Cjuan, Davin and Stam </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110933649691846299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110933649691846299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110933649691846299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110933649691846299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/last-day-of-school-was-kinda-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110924650862940670</id><published>2005-02-24T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:01:48.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't get myself to do anything. Tried looking for a nice blogskin that would interest me. I failed! Didn't have the mood to do anything.Finally got MSN Messenger down. So now I'm a happy girl. However, there is a lack of photographs in my computer. I feel so weird not having my photographs around. I'll go and get some from my 笨蛋姐姐 later. WAHAHA.I finished the whole packet of dried mangoes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110924650862940670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110924650862940670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110924650862940670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110924650862940670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/cant-get-myself-to-do-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110921673597172705</id><published>2005-02-24T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T11:46:50.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, its official that the results would be out on Monday. After preparing myself for Friday for the whole week, I can't say I'm upset that the results would be out on Monday. Well, what can I do now? Nothing, nada, zilch. Just waiting for it to come out.At this time of the day, I'm expected to be in school. Surprise surprise! I'm in the comfort of my room. I skipped school again. This time, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110921673597172705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110921673597172705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110921673597172705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110921673597172705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-its-official-that-results-would.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110916020779631303</id><published>2005-02-23T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T20:03:27.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whatever man.Reformatted my computer. Well, I prefer it the way it was. Now, everything is GONE. And I can't install MSN messenger PROPERLY. And I have to use Windows Messenger. Damn sick. Hate using Windows Messenger.And I spent my whole week's pocket money on Monday. Still nevermind. I got more from daddy last night when he came over. Well, guess what? I ate using the leftover pocket money from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110916020779631303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110916020779631303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110916020779631303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110916020779631303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/whatever-man.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110898754580156377</id><published>2005-02-21T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:05:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jaded. I'm tired. But I had fun. Wheeee! Ice skating tomorrow?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110898754580156377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110898754580156377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110898754580156377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110898754580156377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/jaded.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110895283444833708</id><published>2005-02-21T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T10:27:14.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In school now. Currently chatting with the people beside me, the people sitting behind me, and the people at home. And another one in another continent. Okay, that's lame can?We're supposed to be having Econs now. Well, I love Ms Yap for a reason. The reason is, we always have class in com lab. Now I wanna check my request. Bye for now! WHEEEE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110895283444833708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110895283444833708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110895283444833708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110895283444833708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110879751270725755</id><published>2005-02-19T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T15:18:32.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>reminscei'm suddenly reminded of the times when we were still together as xiaogang. not that we're seperated. i just realised, after sometime, we have all drifted away. but i believe the spirit still stays. there was xiao pucca, xiao crazy, xiao spikey, xiao joker, xiao pinkcess and stacey's one. i forgot. of course, the cutest was xiao pucca aka sabrina. and i was xiao pinkcess. well, i guess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110879751270725755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110879751270725755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110879751270725755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110879751270725755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/reminsce-im-suddenly-reminded-of-times.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110872816370133320</id><published>2005-02-18T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T20:02:43.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ouchthis is so sickening. i'm not going to care about proper punctuation in this post. too tired to do so. school is coming to an end for me. the school i once and still (at times) detest. but the friends i hold so close to me. just a matter of weeks, and we've became good friends. i've seen different people in school. of course, the teachers i hate. the only exception is ms yap. she's the nicest</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110872816370133320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110872816370133320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110872816370133320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110872816370133320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/ouch-this-is-so-sickening.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110872201428939664</id><published>2005-02-18T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T18:20:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really touched to see the messages left on the tagboard for me. I'm no longer worrying about the letter rumour. Although I may think about it sometimes. But I normally don't. When I hear people mentioning, it would come to me.School these days have been utterly boring. I skipped school yesterday. Went to RP and TP open house with Flor and Jiaxin. Was dead tired by the time I reached home. Saw Yi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110872201428939664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110872201428939664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110872201428939664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110872201428939664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/really-touched-to-see-messages-left-on.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110855696674681448</id><published>2005-02-16T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:29:26.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right now, I would like to have as much fun as possible. The rumours in school about the results and everything is scaring me. And the thought of getting it sometime next week. Its nerve-wrecking. I have a feeling I'm going to need a haircut after my results get released. I'm so worried about my English. What if I flunk my English? What if I get a bad grade? So many "what if's". I don't like this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110855696674681448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110855696674681448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110855696674681448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110855696674681448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/right-now-i-would-like-to-have-as-much.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110838828178781445</id><published>2005-02-14T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:38:01.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day.The initial excitement of getting all the presents have worn off after my nap and my dinner. Well, I went out with my family. Yea, on 14 Feb.Overall, the day has been really good. Got presents from people I didn't expect to give me. Got lots of chocolates, cookies and those heart-melting things from the girls. The guys surprised me by giving me soft toys and stuff. Flowers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110838828178781445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110838828178781445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110838828178781445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110838828178781445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110820668968983835</id><published>2005-02-12T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T19:11:29.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I say I'm tired, I am.So please don't give me any shit on how I shouldn't be.I've already been entertaining. I don't wanna say anything about it because I know that is expected of me and I willingly did it. BUT, this is the final straw. I mean, second final. The final would be tomorrow or something. I'm going to sleep my way through EVERYTHING later.I have school on Monday. I'm not having my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110820668968983835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110820668968983835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110820668968983835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110820668968983835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-i-say-im-tired-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110801213957311889</id><published>2005-02-10T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:08:59.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh well, the Lunar New Year didn't go as bad as expected. This year, everything was more slow-paced. No one was rushing us. We were doing our stuff at our own pace. Going to skip a couple of houses this year. (:Of course, hongbao collection would decrease as well. Have ear infection. ): Because I wore the earrings for too long yesterday. Last night my earhole was oozing with liquid. I shall not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110801213957311889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110801213957311889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110801213957311889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110801213957311889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-well-lunar-new-year-didnt-go-as-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110787196669486238</id><published>2005-02-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:12:46.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its Chinese New Year tomorrow. Imagine me saying that in a very disgusted tone. Yes, that's how I sound now. Looking back on the past year, lots of things have happened. And I've finally completed my O lvls. So yea, that's an achievement right.My computer CRASHED on me. And I'm feeling darn miserable without it. I have to exchange massages for computer time. Its kinda the first time I'm working</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110787196669486238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110787196669486238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110787196669486238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110787196669486238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-chinese-new-year-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110778330840643825</id><published>2005-02-07T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:35:08.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i kinda got into trouble in school today.i think nothing will happen.7 of us got caught.LOL! and i'm darn happy. i don't know why.anyway, everything has been fine.CHINESE NEW YEAR is coming. I know. I'm so NOT looking forward to it.Everyone would be reddish. and everyone says the same things. Not going to go into it.Happy New Year in advance everyone. I don't know if I'll blog again</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110778330840643825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110778330840643825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110778330840643825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110778330840643825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-kinda-got-into-trouble-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110758945615076849</id><published>2005-02-05T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T15:44:16.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you can fucking continue to spoil him.i gave everyone 2 hours notice.i said we were to leave at 3.30.and now, you eat underneath my bed.freako.its cny next week.i'll not be the one occupying my room.it will be my cousin.i threatened to vacuum you and the food up if you didn't come out within 10 seconds.i counted 10 seconds.you went in.fine~i took the vacuum cleaner out.my sister </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110758945615076849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110758945615076849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110758945615076849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110758945615076849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-can-fucking-continue-to-spoil-him.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110757749572948656</id><published>2005-02-05T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T12:24:55.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was too tired to blog much yesterday. Overall, the bbq was nice. We had good weather, and we were served as I already mentioned last night. lalala~ did the palm tree dance with eunice laughing our heads off.BAH. I'm kinda bored. I have a date with Jasmine to go to PS on Monday. Looking forward to it. REALLY looking forward to it. BUT, I forgot to get her number yesterday. =XWatched the Flight</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110757749572948656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110757749572948656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110757749572948656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110757749572948656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/was-too-tired-to-blog-much-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110753659055198820</id><published>2005-02-05T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T01:03:10.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not going into how my friends play an important part in my life.I just want to say that I missed my sec sch friends terribly during the bbq today. Really. The bbq was fun. The guys cooked for us. We just sat there like princesses waiting to be served.Shall blog more tomorrow. Very excited about tomorrow. YAY!!! *jumps around*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110753659055198820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110753659055198820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110753659055198820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110753659055198820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-not-going-into-how-my-friends-play.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110744088557302937</id><published>2005-02-03T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:28:05.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like my nick now. :)- x . ] ] * __ . o h w h e r e o h w h e r e c a n m y b a b y b e           n u a h sSeriously, what does one expect out of life? I really have nothing to ask for. Maybe just a little more money to spend. ;) I like my friends. I like my family. I LOVE them. Let me die tomorrow and I would still die smiling.I've never liked making decisions my entire life. I'm making</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110744088557302937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110744088557302937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110744088557302937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110744088557302937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-like-my-nick-now.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110742728085057086</id><published>2005-02-03T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:41:20.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gathering all my energy to conceal it all.maybe i don't even need to conceal it.its spelt out on my face.so clearly yet so dimly.irony.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110742728085057086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110742728085057086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110742728085057086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110742728085057086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/gathering-all-my-energy-to-conceal-it.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110742344623161919</id><published>2005-02-03T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T17:37:26.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so FREAKING tired. Yes, I am. Although I ponned Econs today and slacked in the library for 1 and a half hours, I'm still VERY tired. Not to forget, I slept almost the whole day away yesterday.Went SP today. Expected what I have expected. Crowd, heat and everything else. And, I got my GP essay back. The first thing the tutor said was "I expected more from you" Yaya. Try writing three </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110742344623161919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110742344623161919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110742344623161919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110742344623161919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-so-freaking-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110735293378411105</id><published>2005-02-02T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:02:13.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I slept the whole day away. And when I woke up, I asked myself what I have done today, I couldn't remember. Had this mental block. HahaI knew I took the taxi today again. Its as if my life was planned. All I have to do is just walk through it. I like it this way. Anyways, I came home and slept. So, in the end, I didn't turn up on Tuesday. Because I got Stam to go. My mum and I went to PS. And</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110735293378411105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110735293378411105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110735293378411105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110735293378411105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-slept-whole-day-away.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110732912296720236</id><published>2005-02-02T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T15:28:40.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For once, I feel happy that I went to school and didn't skip a single thing.HT was cancelled. I'm a happy girl. ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110732912296720236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110732912296720236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110732912296720236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110732912296720236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/02/for-once-i-feel-happy-that-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110717619321070057</id><published>2005-01-31T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:56:33.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't understand how can anyone fall in love with anyone in a matter of a few days and go into a relationship. It all seems too fast. Days don't really seem long. I don't know. Maybe I'm the traditional type who believes in courtship before going into a relationship. :)Tomorrow. Should I go? Should I not go? I don't really feel like going. Wuhan is making me go. I rather I come home or I go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110717619321070057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110717619321070057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110717619321070057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110717619321070057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-understand-how-can-anyone-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110716984664085435</id><published>2005-01-31T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T19:10:46.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! Tomorrow most probably going to school with Leonard. Since he stays so near. Hehe. Anyway, that is not the point. I'm so utterly happy. Not the right term. But its alright.Tomorrow got free movie tickets Wyn, Carol, Ave and Wuhan won for us. Don't know whether want to go or not. = / Was so pissed off just now cos of someone not important. Then when I knew that my mum was gonna fetch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110716984664085435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110716984664085435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110716984664085435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110716984664085435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/yay-tomorrow-most-probably-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110709273961820227</id><published>2005-01-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:47:05.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a VERY happy girl.No more sad posts from now on.Only happy ones.:))</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110709273961820227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110709273961820227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110709273961820227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110709273961820227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-very-happy-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110708491677828621</id><published>2005-01-30T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T19:35:16.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm bored that's why I blog.I miss dancing. I miss my dance practices. I miss every part of my life which consisted of dancing. My fondest memories were of my ballet lessons. Together, my friends and I practised hard for our exams. Together, we took our exams together. Together, we went 2 hours in advance just now do our hair up. And together, we passed with flying colours.I miss my ballet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110708491677828621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110708491677828621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110708491677828621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110708491677828621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-bored-thats-why-i-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110708071132947144</id><published>2005-01-30T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T18:25:11.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 years ago and now.10 years ago,I was the happiest girl.I went on holidays every half yearly.10 years ago,I went to Sydney on my own.Without my mother.Without my source of protection.10 years ago,I dreamt of being a princess.The dream has never ended.I haven't given up that dream.10 years ago,I was underweight.I am not now.10 years ago,I didn't know my current friends.Now,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110708071132947144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110708071132947144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110708071132947144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110708071132947144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/10-years-ago-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110705164116218730</id><published>2005-01-30T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T10:20:41.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Played pool last night. I was happy. Sang out loud along Orchard Road with Ave and Wuhan. Linked hands with Ave through our elbows. Held my hands with Wuhan. We looked damn les lor. But nevermind la. I had fun acting les. Wuhan seemed pretty upset the whole night. =Cover cover and cover. That's what I've been doing my whole life. My entire life is just about covering my emotions. Whatever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110705164116218730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110705164116218730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110705164116218730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110705164116218730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/played-pool-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110697324756869230</id><published>2005-01-29T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T12:34:07.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel so bad.Do not irritate me today. Was so pissed off in the morning. I don't know why. I was reading Le Cordon Bleu's brochure when the doorbell rang. I thought it was some salesman or someone. Then there came 2 men standing in front of me saying that they wanted to fix my sister's new wardrobe. I was like "WTF?!" My sister was still sleeping.Last night spoke to CFC on the phone. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110697324756869230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110697324756869230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110697324756869230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110697324756869230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-feel-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110689511595988133</id><published>2005-01-28T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T14:51:55.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Chinese class, I just felt so insecure. I didn't have money in my bank. I had a little cash. Suddenly, it just hit me that I spent all my money. On what? I don't know. I was so insecure. I msged daddy in class. I told him I needed money. And I asked him if he could transfer a small amount to my account. Just to make me feel better. I just wanted to feel better.Had a paper cut yesterday. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110689511595988133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110689511595988133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110689511595988133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110689511595988133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-chinese-class-i-just-felt-so.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110682572689945820</id><published>2005-01-27T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:35:26.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm home before 2.15 today! Haha. That's so lame. Anyway, had a good day in school even though my attempt to crash Geog lecture was a failure because that stupid lecturer didn't come. I know I shouldn't say she's stupid. In all ways, she's smarter than me because she's a lecturer and I'm still studying.Well, things I have to do today is to come up with a list of names for V-day presents. Amanda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110682572689945820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110682572689945820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110682572689945820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110682572689945820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-home-before-2.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110672901928475471</id><published>2005-01-26T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T16:43:39.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a nice nice day. Even though Benny said I wasn't as cheery as before. Wanted to pon school initially. But didn't. Had Econs lecture. Jasmine sat beside me. Amanda too. Then talked and crapped la. I like Ms. Yap. She's VERY nice. Then hid in the toilet for like 10-15 minutes because I didn't want to return to the LT. But we had to. Oh well. Asked Ms. Yap about questions that have been on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110672901928475471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110672901928475471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110672901928475471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110672901928475471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-was-nice-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110665937449938841</id><published>2005-01-25T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:22:54.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've never ever been so stupid my entire life.I wanted to protect myself from being hurt. Now, I guess I'm the one feeling so hurt.Stupid me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110665937449938841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110665937449938841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110665937449938841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110665937449938841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-never-ever-been-so-stupid-my.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110665075019712066</id><published>2005-01-25T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:00:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've learnt to smile when my heart is tearing. I really hate to say this line. But its the only line that can express what I feel now.Anyways, had fun yesterday. = ))Was very very upset yesterday after school. Even after desperate attempts by Christopher they all to cheer me up, I was still very unhappy. I threw temper on Benny. Smacked him with my sweater. Then I came home, Wuhan called me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110665075019712066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110665075019712066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110665075019712066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110665075019712066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-learnt-to-smile-when-my-heart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110648171428339689</id><published>2005-01-23T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T20:06:42.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really LOVE doing this. Please don't blame me. =/Willie and Ian. Both so handsome right?Willie, Averral and me. I like this piece. = ))Not surprisingly, I like this too. Averral and me. = ))Averral and me on the train. I look so tired lor. = ( But I like this as well. =XAverral and Ian. Group photo before Willie went in. Done with my narcissism. I enjoyed their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110648171428339689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110648171428339689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110648171428339689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110648171428339689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-really-love-doing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110647820256595142</id><published>2005-01-23T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T19:03:22.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Willie is gone. I mean, he has left.Last night wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.I thought that I would cry. I teared.I feel so bad. Ian was nice to me. I wasn't nice to him.Too late for regrets? Its all over? Nevermind.Just came back from Joanne's.Damn tired. Spent the whole day there talking.Lazing around. Lying on her bed talking.Mainly talking.Not only about guys. About other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110647820256595142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110647820256595142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110647820256595142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110647820256595142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/willie-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110645248752937741</id><published>2005-01-23T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T11:54:47.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Willie is in Australia now. Haven't known him for long. But he makes me laugh. Therefore, he is a nice person. =XStupid way of analysing someone.I find Clef's album highly addictive. I have to listen to it at least once a day. Its exclusive to Flor and me.Have to do my tutorials by today. Now, to Joanne's house. Its like a retreat from life, guys, stress, school.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110645248752937741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110645248752937741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110645248752937741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110645248752937741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/willie-is-in-australia-now.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110637716660108374</id><published>2005-01-22T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T14:59:26.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lalala~I feel so pampered! In a good way. Yesterday went to town. Reached Yew Tee at like 12.10am? Called CFC to pick me up from the mrt station. He came, walked with me to my doorstep. Then I showed mummy that there would really be someone to pick me up and she didn't have to worry. She was all smiles la. To see me home safe and sound.Anyway, went to town. Walked around. Sat in Coffee Bean </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110637716660108374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110637716660108374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110637716660108374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110637716660108374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/lalala-i-feel-so-pampered-in-good-way.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110628945798048134</id><published>2005-01-21T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T14:37:37.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to the old Jay Chou album. Just thinking about the times when dajie wasn't in Singapore. And I spent the whole night listening to Jay Chou in her room. It was fun.Everyone is out. I mean my mum, my sisters, my grandma, my maid is out. Only I'm home. Home alone. I like being alone at home. Anyway, I was chatting to SY this morning. And I told him I was going to have my food. And he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110628945798048134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110628945798048134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110628945798048134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110628945798048134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/listening-to-old-jay-chou-album.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110628100695709604</id><published>2005-01-21T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T12:16:46.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally a day in which I don't have to go to school.I just woke up =/Slept for less than 12 hours. Aw. Now I totally miss my holidays.Shall do a little math or chem later.Flo's blog has already elaborated on how talented Clef is.I shall not say more other than saying thatSingapore shouldn't hide a talent like him.Let's see how things work out today shall we?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110628100695709604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110628100695709604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110628100695709604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110628100695709604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/finally-day-in-which-i-dont-have-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110622005757135828</id><published>2005-01-20T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:20:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know who is that idiot who used my name to tag on Willie's blog.Don't care la.Okay, let's see. I haven't been in a good mood for the past few days. Those around me SHOULD have noticed. haha. Flo definitely did. She stayed at house for 2 nights. We went NP's open house yesterday with Benny, Henry, Xin Xian and Clubber Boy. Haha. We had fun la. Then today, we went to NYP with Jiaxin. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110622005757135828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110622005757135828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110622005757135828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110622005757135828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-know-who-is-that-idiot-who-used.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110606039307748636</id><published>2005-01-18T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:59:53.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Making myself suffer isn't what I want afterall.I shall heed Hussian's advice, and many more other people's advice. And put a stop to this.Cuz I don't wanna suffer.And I don't wanna be hurt.Not anymore.Not by a guy.I shall stop.I will stop.I shall keep all my tears in me.I would NOT shed a single tear because of him.Because he isn't worth it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110606039307748636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110606039307748636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110606039307748636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110606039307748636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/making-myself-suffer-isnt-what-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110597274875385134</id><published>2005-01-17T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:39:08.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to old songs. Songs I used to sing in class with my buds. Songs we sang till we cried. It brings back memories. About how they were there for me. About how we used to sing in class. How we used to sing out Ignite song. Reminsce.I used to say I wanted to go up to a place with no worries. Now, I choose not to. My friends are here. Despite how much I quarrel with my family, I don't think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110597274875385134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110597274875385134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110597274875385134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110597274875385134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/listening-to-old-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110596356731268943</id><published>2005-01-17T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T20:06:07.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am often affected by a lot of things.Things that concern me, and things that don't.It results in me being upset and all.I know my weak spot is this.And I don't want to change. Why not?Went to town again. Didn't look for QY and CW. Didn't have time to do so. I feel as if I'm at a war with myself. Fighting against myself. Is it at all right? Or should I stop once and for all? All I'm doing,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110596356731268943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110596356731268943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110596356731268943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110596356731268943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-often-affected-by-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110587615178208773</id><published>2005-01-16T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T19:49:11.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, my entire life is being controlled.And that is not an understatement. I mean, it all started out with the key.My sister rang the doorbell. I opened the door seeing her holding her drum sticks. I passed her the key. She ignored me. Then, I told her I was on the phone and I asked her to open the door herself. She started yelling at me. She had 2 drum sticks. One on each hand. She could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110587615178208773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110587615178208773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110587615178208773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110587615178208773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-my-entire-life-is-being.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110585481341164411</id><published>2005-01-16T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T13:53:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WAHAHAHA.I'm crazy. Nevermind, forget my craziness for a second.It has been a month since I turned 16. I'm officially 16 years and 1 month old.Christmas has long been over. But I keep listening to one song.All I want for Christmas is You.Used to listen to it when I was younger.Okay, time to bath and get out of the house.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110585481341164411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110585481341164411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110585481341164411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110585481341164411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/wahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110584486447081310</id><published>2005-01-16T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T11:07:44.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm bored again.Finally, its Sunday. Tomorrow I'll get back to school = ))With tutorials undone. =XI tried to do okay? But I just forgot how to do it.So, marks for the effort?I don't know why I've been waking up early these days. Like 8+ in the morning?The worst thing is that I've not been sleeping early to wake up early.I just sleep late and wake up early.I've been wondering,why do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110584486447081310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110584486447081310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110584486447081310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110584486447081310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-bored-again.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110580376206582030</id><published>2005-01-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:42:42.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have been feeling so bad tempered these days.Especially when I'm tired.I don't know what to blog about.I'm just so bored.School.I thought that school would be bad.It wasn't as bad as I thought it would have been.I feel like being a narcisist again.But nah, I think I don't wanna take my digicam out all over again and snap.Maybe when I find the passion to do it again, I shall.BAH. I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110580376206582030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110580376206582030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110580376206582030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110580376206582030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2005/01/have-been-feeling-so-bad-tempered.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110425058716451174</id><published>2004-12-29T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:16:27.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm tiredof life like thati wanna walk awayis there a path for me to walk on?the yellow brick road?or the long pathway which leads to a door of brightness?i guess no.i just have to continue walking on.where it leads me is where i would have to go.isn't that simple enough?my life is simple.just be the little girl who entertains people.who tries to make everyone but myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110425058716451174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110425058716451174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110425058716451174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110425058716451174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-tired-of-life-like-that-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110416326257456937</id><published>2004-12-27T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:01:02.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate my sister. Period.Ruined my drawing.Ruined my artwork. Then claimed things as her's.What's new?She ruined my day again. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110416326257456937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110416326257456937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110416326257456937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110416326257456937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110414896732458129</id><published>2004-12-27T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T20:02:47.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I used to be so happy in the past. I know I used to. HahaMaybe its because of things that happened,which made me such a sad person on the inside.And a happy one on the outside.  I read my past entries. I was such a happy girl.Or at least, pretended to be a happy girl.I've always tried not to make myself do things against my own willAnd have most of the time succeeded.So why can't I make myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110414896732458129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110414896732458129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110414896732458129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110414896732458129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-used-to-be-so-happy-in-past.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110412763965824268</id><published>2004-12-27T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T14:07:19.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New layout. Yay! HahaBrighter, more colourful.More cheerful!Hopefully I would be happier too.Christmas is over, which means, New Year's coming.Just a month ago, the O's were over.Haven't done much over this one month.Whatever.Today is yao's birthday. Celebrated for him on Saturday already.Gave him the present.He seemed to like it?I'm not sure la. Don't really matter to me too.I like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110412763965824268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110412763965824268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110412763965824268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110412763965824268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110404867966418077</id><published>2004-12-26T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T16:11:19.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life has been fine. Spent the past few days watching shows on my computer. And fighting for the discs with my sister. I don't get it. Fine~ I shall not argue much about it.People.You spend your whole life avoiding some people.But when it comes to the end, you would still have the face the person.Whereas, if you keep trying to create chances to meet people.You may not meet him/her after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110404867966418077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110404867966418077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110404867966418077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110404867966418077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-life-has-been-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110356974859527141</id><published>2004-12-21T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T03:12:22.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I'm blogging here at 1.25am. And I have had a good day. Thanks for asking anyway. I have done nothing achievable during my holidays. So as much as I want to complain, I shall not. I shall restrain myself and only allow myself to be myself in the privacy of myself. Very sophisticated I must say. I'm in the mood for the cock-and-bull story. Okay, so I shall do what I have been procrastinating.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110356974859527141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110356974859527141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110356974859527141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110356974859527141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/yes-im-blogging-here-at-1.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110346803738055355</id><published>2004-12-19T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:53:57.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm bored. I have a headache. And I'm whining again.Now waiting to watch my aeroplane zhi zuo te ji.Hehee. I like my aeroplane show!I don't like diluted Sprite. It is awful. *sticks tongue out*I really miss my school days. And there won't be a next year anymore. I won't go back to Unity anymore. No more bullying of the teachers. Nothing. There's nothing anymore. Only occasional gatherings.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110346803738055355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110346803738055355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110346803738055355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110346803738055355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110328787720273110</id><published>2004-12-17T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:51:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So sian... Haha.Just now CFC they all called me.Asked me whether I could go to Somerset now.And as usual, I couldn't. HahaAnyway its too late.8+.By the time I go there, it would be like 10?And I would come home late. So better not la.Spent the whole day at home. Finally woke up before 12.Like what an achievement.I have nothing to say. DAAAAAA</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110328787720273110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110328787720273110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110328787720273110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110328787720273110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110309101247740217</id><published>2004-12-15T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T14:10:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good morning world. Oops. I mean afternoon. I'm a happy girl today. I'm turning 16 tomorrow. lalala~ Should I even be happy at all? Its a sign of maturity. Yet, its another year in which I would be closer to my death. Ha! I'm not afraid of death. Just don't want to leave my fam and friends so early. Da..After watching my aeroplane show last night, I washed up. Wanted to go to bed. I went into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110309101247740217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110309101247740217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110309101247740217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110309101247740217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-morning-world.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110300484113289820</id><published>2004-12-14T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T14:14:01.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired. I want to take a long rest. Yet I don't. What am I doing locking myself up at home everyday. I have the choice to go out and yet I'm not doing so. I'm just keeping to myself. Facing the computer and watching my aeroplane show. Laughing out loud. I like laughing out loud. But my mum doesn't like me to do that. She thinks its very un-ladylike. Urgh. Who cares. I like my life the way it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110300484113289820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110300484113289820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110300484113289820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110300484113289820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-tired_14.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110287433039987998</id><published>2004-12-13T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T01:58:50.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm home. And I know its a shopping trip. I should be happy to be home. But NO! I totally dislike going to Malaysia. QY I MISSED YOU! &lt;33333Firstly, the place is dirty. The DIRTY floor made my shoes DIRTY. And I spent 15 minutes wiping off the dirt in wet tissue paper before putting it into the plastic bag.Secondly, the place was freakingly hot and crowded. I got so pissed off because of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110287433039987998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110287433039987998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110287433039987998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110287433039987998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-home.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110258088413909239</id><published>2004-12-09T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T16:28:04.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please excuse my presence for the next few days as I would be in Malaysia.I don't know if I would enjoy it.Maybe I would. And maybe I won't.My sister is crazy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110258088413909239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110258088413909239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110258088413909239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110258088413909239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/please-excuse-my-presence-for-next-few.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110251857294353497</id><published>2004-12-08T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:09:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to be nice in future. I'm not going to be a bad bad person. I always seem to enjoy myself when I'm with certain people. And not enjoy myself when I'm with the opposite group of people.Went to get a skirt just now. And look for my furniture. I like the white wardrobe. But its awfully big and I don't think it can fit into my room.Went to Causeway with Yao and MX. Had so much fun. Then</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110251857294353497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110251857294353497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110251857294353497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110251857294353497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-going-to-be-nice-in-future.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110243083280833786</id><published>2004-12-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:47:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when is she going back?Sigh.Brought the kids to bowl and golf. Not goof around. But golf. Used 120 balls. Blah. One went home. Was a nanny today. I'm tired. I miss my 9 hours of sleep per day.Go chalet? Or not to go? Controversy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110243083280833786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110243083280833786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110243083280833786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110243083280833786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/when-is-she-going-back-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110231002029756341</id><published>2004-12-06T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T13:24:56.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In respect to my last post, I'm glad to say that I've succeeded in my plan. My plan to show that my brain isn't dead. And some other stuff not worth to be mentioned to pollute my blog.So, today would be the day that I would not survive little children running around my house. Plus a middle-aged person staying in my room. Not that I have anything against little children and middle-aged people. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110231002029756341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110231002029756341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110231002029756341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110231002029756341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-respect-to-my-last-post-im-glad-to.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110224595174956458</id><published>2004-12-05T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T19:25:51.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's nothing you can do to change things. Don't try to change things. So what if I'm spoilt? So what if I don't want to give in to others? You yourself know the reason for it all. You've been jealous since young. I've always been the one who have obeyed instructions, got all the attention and got the awards. You only lived in our shadows. We got the limelight. You had nothing compared to us. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110224595174956458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110224595174956458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110224595174956458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110224595174956458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/theres-nothing-you-can-do-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110223738521849015</id><published>2004-12-05T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T17:03:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in pain in agonythere's no one around to stand by youyou long for someoneyet there isn'tthe pain curls up in youcrashing against your lungsyou can't find the strength to say it out loudthe voices in your head scream outno one hears themonly yourselfyou bury your head in your pillowcry your heart outdrift off to sleep with tears running down your cheekstomorrow, the same thing repeats</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110223738521849015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110223738521849015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110223738521849015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110223738521849015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-pain-in-agonytheres-no-one-around.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110217346026913565</id><published>2004-12-04T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:17:40.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired. Yet I don't want to sleep. I am stubborn. I insisted on coming home. And when I'm home, I play my guitar and use my com. These days I've been really spoilt and restless.To my mum, I've been the naughtiest girl ever. I've been totally rude to our house guest. Giving sharp comments at everything they say. Replying sarcastic replies.To my sisters, I've ignored them. Given them the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110217346026913565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110217346026913565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110217346026913565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110217346026913565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110207882739994576</id><published>2004-12-03T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T21:00:27.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't like her I don't like her. Why must I put up with her? I can't take it all. She sits in front of the television and reads the newspaper and hogs the phone. What can I do? Nothing. So I just get out of my residence. Spoils my day totally.Had a long day today. Went down to Orchard. Then came home. Walked from CCK to Yew Tee. Who have I to blame for my tired condition now? Myself. Haha. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110207882739994576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110207882739994576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110207882739994576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110207882739994576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-dont-like-her-i-dont-like-her.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110204333096463553</id><published>2004-12-03T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T11:08:50.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I DON'T LIKE HER. How many times do I have to repeat it.I don't like it when she comes. She comes and snatches away my beautiful room. She takes everything away from me. She hogs the phone. She takes my place on the sofa. And she has no right to. Why must we be the ones to accomodate her? Irritating.Okay. That's gonna be all for the angsty part. I must be happy. Going out later. And I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110204333096463553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110204333096463553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110204333096463553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110204333096463553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-dont-like-her.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110188158554467603</id><published>2004-12-01T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T14:13:27.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its DECEMBER! You know what that means? It means, PRISCILLA LEOW CAI ZHU's BIRTHDAY IS COMING! In 15 days!Haha. Its the time of the day when I have absolutely nothing to do except to wish that someone would ask me out. Woke up at 1.20pm today. At 11+ I saw that my hp had 2 messages received. Boy! Was I happy. My hp haven't even moved for the past few days.Not going ice skating on Friday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110188158554467603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110188158554467603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110188158554467603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110188158554467603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-december-you-know-what-that-means.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110179694762643444</id><published>2004-11-30T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T14:42:27.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate this time of the day. When there are no nice shows on the telly. There's absolutely nothing to do. And it doesn't help much when I woke up at 12.20. My mum called and woke me up. Supposed to go to Langkawi. And I was seriously looking forward to it since I could go windsurfing and stuff there. Then she called and said "We're not going to Langkawi anymore. We're going to Genting."My hopes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110179694762643444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110179694762643444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110179694762643444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110179694762643444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-this-time-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372017.post-110170107283223946</id><published>2004-11-29T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T12:04:32.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its still 18 days to my birthday. Seriously, not looking forward to the day when Priscilla Leow Cai Zhu was brought into the world. I would be a year older, no longer a little girl. As I was helping my sister with her blog the other day, it just occurred to me that maybe I should charge her for every blogskin I make for her. But she refused to hear of it. I don't have any income now. BAHH. But I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/feeds/110170107283223946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372017&amp;postID=110170107283223946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110170107283223946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372017/posts/default/110170107283223946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-quencher.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-still-18-days-to-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>priscilla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
