<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922</id><updated>2009-11-01T08:07:30.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...STILL QUACKING ON!</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckybath.jpg" border="2" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;center&gt;Welcome to my absurd life... No matter what, I'm STILL QUACKING ON!&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-6410035420285106755</id><published>2007-08-10T02:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:27:55.019+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quacking At Last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, I know, I've been silent for SUCH a long time. Been very busy. Kept my Slovak blog updated. Kept my social life blooming. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with me &amp; L are going steady and even though he has his mistakes, I feel like I wouldn't change him for anybody, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, he's a smoker. Yeah, he likes to drink. Yeah, he sometimes doesn't understand that as I'm leaving in 15 days for KL on the other continent, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; should be his priority, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; his cousin that's leaving for a city 500km away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday though, I'm finding out how much I care about him. He means SO MUCH for me! The best word describing my feelings would be CONTENTMENT. Yup, I'm really content. I feel like this is the right way; it should be this way, forever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last drop was today - I've found out that I AM &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNABLE&lt;/span&gt; TO GET ANGRY AT HIM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me. Unable. To. Get. Angry. At Someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCANDALOUS. @_@ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has promised me to meet up with me today but he has forgotten on that goodbye party of his cousin...so...at last we hadn't met. I was really disappointed &amp; pissed off and I've wanted to tell him so many things...like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why the fucking hell you promise something to me &amp; then you don't fucking do it?! I can't stand that behaviour! You're such an irresponsible, egoistic asshole!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, baby. You pathetic fool. Those were my angry thoughts flying around in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after I've picked up the phone.... I said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Awww...you know...I understand that family is family...but still, I don't like people promising me things &amp; then not doing them...please, don't do that to me, I'm leaving in 15 days and I really care about being with you now..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN I GET ANY MORE PATHETIC?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;Hardly. :P&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling extremely vulnerable cuz my sarcastic &amp;amp; easily-pissed-off attitude is often my only defense. And now..I can't get pissed off....who am I? :P&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky lucky L, he's the only person I can't send to burning hells with my raw words. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah, I'm REALLY tired. Tmr (technically, today) I'm off to meet up with him...nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-6410035420285106755?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6410035420285106755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=6410035420285106755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6410035420285106755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6410035420285106755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/08/quacking-at-last-yes-yes-i-know-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1910972223584775757</id><published>2007-07-17T00:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:10:49.065+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quackever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided NOT TO CARE ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No presence, no future, no perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's focus on what matters, that is, keeping the friendship, working hard at LKW and living my life the best way possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr got power yoga class at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wed gotta see Harry Potter 5 again, but very gladly, cuz no words could do the justice on how much I salivate at RON WEASLEY. Hahahahahaaaa! :D Rupert Grint, you sexy, cute beast! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go to bed. Nites. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1910972223584775757?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1910972223584775757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1910972223584775757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1910972223584775757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1910972223584775757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/07/whatever-ive-decided-not-to-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-4937906027322120949</id><published>2007-07-14T15:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T15:38:40.041+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmpf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days when I was cracking my head above the academic issues and issues regarding my future. I'm turning the leaf to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my usual Korean drama life!&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this my friend from the art class, let's call him L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one that has invited me over for a coffee for a grand total of three times of which we have actually met for zero times, due to unknown reasons. :D At that time I found it rather ridiculous for him to invite me over for anything, I didn't know him that well and I didn't feel like guys should interest me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;, after the pleasant break up with R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by and we've became a really good friends, recently we've been together at a club, before that at a bar with his friends (I've been laughing for 1.5 hours straight; those guys were the funniest &amp; freakiest lot I've met in a loooong long time) and then he has left for an awesome road trip around Europe with his friend.&lt;br /&gt;We, of course, keep in touch, we text each other pretty often at what's new &amp;amp; how are things going and where are they and what's new with Dr. House.. :D :D :D Ah yes, he watches it too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense that still kind of likes me *that* way...I assume that he has liked me *that* way even before, hence the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;; people don't invite other people over for a coffee just because, do they? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOW!!!! I think I also do! And FUCK IT!!!! I'm leaving in SIX WEEKS, okay?!&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt; doing anything significant around this issue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can hardly meet another dude with THAT of a lovely character &amp; THAT of a freaky sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I live just ONCE! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grab the chance, bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Six weeks is quite a lot, isn't it? Who knows, maybe we could last for three days. Live at presence, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And then there are things that are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contra&lt;/span&gt; doing anything significant around this issue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can hardly meet another dude with THAT of an addiction to cigs and apparently, to alcohol as well. Very gross. Cannot tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt; in SIX WEEKS. 10 000km away. Wake up. WTD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe he is totally phlegmatic about me &amp; I'm just seeing things, thus, doing anything would inevitably mean a total embarrassment. Not that I'm not used to embarrassing myself, but still!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even if he liked me &amp;amp; we would hypothetically get together, I'd leave and then I'd be yet in ANOTHER long-distance relationship, now in the exactly opposite way as before (me in SK, bf in MY), now it'd be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me in MY, bf in SK&lt;/span&gt;! Who wants THAT?!?! 12 hours long flight is a 12 hours long flight. WTP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, I'm not gonna elaborate on this any longer, it's too much of a Korean drama for my three brain cells. @_@ He's coming back from his road trip sooner or later and then will, hopefully, things clear out. Wahlau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me &amp;amp; good luck to hubooby with a similar problem! B-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-4937906027322120949?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4937906027322120949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=4937906027322120949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4937906027322120949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4937906027322120949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmpf-those-were-days-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-235944621558219014</id><published>2007-06-28T16:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:44:53.674+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quackever'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Hairstyle, My Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with Asian celebs &amp; their hairdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoPHwOkYbsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9urlXPvDG2I/s1600-h/byj+oblek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoPHwOkYbsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9urlXPvDG2I/s400/byj+oblek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081124435962392258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoPHwOkYbtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4R9aQpPHb8s/s1600-h/cha+tae+hyun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoPHwOkYbtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4R9aQpPHb8s/s400/cha+tae+hyun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081124435962392274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoPHwekYbuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/E8bD9NeSqnE/s1600-h/dbsk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoPHwekYbuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/E8bD9NeSqnE/s400/dbsk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081124440257359586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoPHwekYbvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TTdde6Pnwfk/s1600-h/se7en.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoPHwekYbvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TTdde6Pnwfk/s400/se7en.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081124440257359602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoPHwekYbwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rePTetRR3Ss/s1600-h/ssk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoPHwekYbwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rePTetRR3Ss/s400/ssk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081124440257359618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they HAVE TO perm &amp; bleach their hair like there's no tomorrow??? O_O It looks good ok, they look cute, but for example BYJ looks like a paedophilic gay or like a Ken or like a wax statue with such a hairstyle.  EEEHHH!!!  @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them someone something finally!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-235944621558219014?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/235944621558219014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=235944621558219014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/235944621558219014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/235944621558219014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-hairstyle-my-everything-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoPHwOkYbsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9urlXPvDG2I/s72-c/byj+oblek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-8551288558627551851</id><published>2007-06-28T00:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:48:55.469+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irrelevant Rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Le Poseur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*RANTING QUACK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I'm living in a fake world where everything is unreal, all people are false assholes &amp; I'm one of them.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Probably I *really* am a poseur. I'm NOT myself in front of everyone. Sure, we all wear some 'social masks' but still....&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why has it gotten so much to me now but I've suddenly realised that I'm DUCKING TIRED of all the pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You assholes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, my 0.05 readers, that was meant in general to stupid people~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY SHOULD I PRETEND ANYTHING IN FRONT OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I dress up sexily? Just so XY creatures that use dicks instead/as brains can masturbate when projecting my look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO cares about any make-up? Li Hong is right, natural is the prettiest. Only I'm not sure if I'm able to stop using it, I find it quite necessary. Yeah, I know I'm contradicting myself. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I waste money on mojitos &amp; branded stuff? Fuckers, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just a pose&lt;/span&gt;. And I was a DAMN HUGE poseur last summer. I'm tired of mojito (virgin, I drink the virgin one) and besides, it's just another drink...and EVERYONE in BA that wants to look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool, hip, stylish, rich, down-to-earth &amp; laid-back&lt;/span&gt; drinks it. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sick of you, fuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm not going with the flow (partially due to the lack of money) in terms of the apparel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Lacoste?&lt;br /&gt;Hilfiger?&lt;br /&gt;G-Start Raw?&lt;br /&gt;Diesel?&lt;br /&gt;Replay?&lt;br /&gt;Guess? Cavalli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE. You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DA MAN&lt;/span&gt;!!!! *pats back*&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you remember, maybe not, how I was going with this flow last year. I've SO wanted a violet Hilfiger coat &amp; around 50 Lacoste stuffs.....but those were the days when I had yet to understand, that I'm acting like an idiotic kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also having second thoughts about learning tennis cuz I don't really feel like I'm that kind of a tennis person, you know? I LOVE LOVE LOOOOVE badminton, but tennis seems too complicated &amp;amp; technically difficult to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoLmD-kYbqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XuHkSK6Lr_4/s1600-h/tennis_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoLmD-kYbqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XuHkSK6Lr_4/s400/tennis_img.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080876285636931234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.elconresort.com/images/tennis_img.jpg"&gt;Credits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I've never been particularly *interested* in it, only this year, I somehow persuaded myself that it's a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happening &amp; interesting game&lt;/span&gt; and if I won't keep a track of what's going on in it, I'll be a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sounds like just another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pose&lt;/span&gt;. -_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno, dunno, dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm trying to be someone I'm not &amp; I'm not trying to be who I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds confusing? I hope it doesn't. In times/moods like these I feel like it'd do me the best if I've just packed my toothbrush (and my eyedrops of course!) and left for some tranquil, crispy clean &amp;amp; beautiful place with NOBODY humanoid around where I could just chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoLovOkYbrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HITO1FbEO1w/s1600-h/maldives_cocopalm_beach_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoLovOkYbrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HITO1FbEO1w/s400/maldives_cocopalm_beach_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080879227689529010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.weddings-abroad.com/images/maldives_cocopalm_beach_01.jpg"&gt;Credits&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAHHHHHHHH. ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting on Malaysia, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New people, new place, new school, new almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I solemnly swear that I'll be ME, MYSELF &amp; I and nobody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE = CHANGE &amp;amp; CHANGE = LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-8551288558627551851?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8551288558627551851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=8551288558627551851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8551288558627551851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8551288558627551851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/le-poseur-ranting-quack-im-feeling-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoLmD-kYbqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XuHkSK6Lr_4/s72-c/tennis_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1312339489665993568</id><published>2007-06-27T15:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:11:56.055+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAACCEPTED!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoJvwukYboI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A6Y7rVwKulw/s1600-h/DURIAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoJvwukYboI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A6Y7rVwKulw/s400/DURIAN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080746212552371842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM *SO* HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams coming true.....hello.....I AM&lt; THE FUTURE GRAPHIC DESIGNER!!!!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Bow!!!! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALAAA TRALALALALALAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoJwEukYbpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zC-Vg5feFtY/s1600-h/RAMBUTAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoJwEukYbpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zC-Vg5feFtY/s400/RAMBUTAN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080746556149755538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dances salsa &amp;amp; sings Boyzone*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1312339489665993568?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1312339489665993568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1312339489665993568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1312339489665993568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1312339489665993568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RoJvwukYboI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A6Y7rVwKulw/s72-c/DURIAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-2255732618687780675</id><published>2007-06-26T01:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:58:12.173+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Acknowledged"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Acknowledged"&lt;/span&gt; in my LKW online enrolment application status thingy mean ACKNOWLEDGED as we know it in the good old English? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ACCEPTED?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Or is it just my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;application &amp; the payment&lt;/span&gt; accepted, but it's not that I'm actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accepted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;into the uni&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeesh, quack, sheeeeesh. *breathes heavily &amp; tries not to bite nails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I foresee sleepless nights until I get (or NOT!!!!! *bites bulus*) the Letter of Offer. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="512"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;Payment Date&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;&lt;b class="frmtxt2"&gt;6/25/2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" height="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt" width="33%"&gt;Application/Payment Status&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt" width="*"&gt;&lt;b class="frmtxt2"&gt;Acknowledged&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" height="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;Application ID&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;&lt;b class="frmtxt2"&gt;*quackquack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" height="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;Applicant Name&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;&lt;b class="frmtxt2"&gt;Michaela I...you know my name ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" height="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;Application Date&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;&lt;b class="frmtxt2"&gt;6/25/2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" height="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;Semester&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;&lt;b class="frmtxt2"&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" height="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;Intake&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;&lt;b class="frmtxt2"&gt;September 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" height="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;Selected Course&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="frmtxt"&gt;&lt;b class="frmtxt2"&gt;Bachelor of Arts in Graphic Design (3+0)&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;[ KP/JPS (KR5166) 09/09 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="frmtxt"&gt;Faculty of Design Innovation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="frmtxt"&gt;Curtin University of Technology, Australia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I bodoh or am I bodoh?&lt;/span&gt; O_o Tell me it MEANS that I'm accepted, tell me so. Even just for a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; one&lt;/span&gt; damn semester. If I'm accepted, the remaining fees will be paid in no feather time. *_*&lt;br /&gt;*bites feathers anxiously &amp; quite in disbelief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;Look at my horoscope at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"A door in your life really needs to be closed before you can open another one. Lock it up and throw away the key! You have to, for your own sake."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMD. This Facebook horoscopes almost always comes true. It's updated just three times a week but that kind of makes it more...believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking on WHAT DOOR TO CLOSE &amp; HOW TO THROW AWAY THE KEY.&lt;br /&gt;The opening of the new door is clear, it's the university thing (that's making me this anxious....*this* anxious, ot's 1.46am and I'm quacking here and checking my application status).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close a door.&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm, hmmm. My SK life? I can't throw it away, this is my homeland, okay...&lt;br /&gt;Or, my HIGH SCHOOL life?? I could as well throw *this* away cuz I don't really miss my ex-classmates or anything but it seems too rude to me to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's say we have closed the door, whatever door it has been. Now the question is, HOW ONE THROWS AWAY THE KEYS?! That's a real mystery to me. Change my name? Tell everyone you hate them &amp; them emmigrate from the country?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, okay, that's too extreme. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, how one does it? Have you ever done it? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, LKW, SEND ME THE LETTER OF OFFER.&lt;br /&gt;I'll then hug everyone &amp;amp; start dancing salsa and book my airticket &amp; kiss Haku &amp;amp; cry &amp; laugh &amp;amp; get scared &amp; get excited &amp;amp; get sad &amp; get happy ALL IN THE SAME TIME. ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's PRAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-2255732618687780675?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2255732618687780675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=2255732618687780675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2255732618687780675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2255732618687780675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/acknowledged-does-that-acknowledged-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-6375902646970702662</id><published>2007-06-25T20:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:47:12.517+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strange Little Things That Are Happening To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I don't give a QUACK about make-up anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that operation and after that one week of sleeping/breathing with closed eyes I no longer feel the insane urge to prettify myself with make-up and whateva cosmetics. Got UNused to it, I guess. Soon I'll reach Li Hong's phase when I'll wake up, wash my teeth &amp; face and hands and comb hair and then GO.  Hahahaha! But before *that* happens, I'll go and get my complexion cleant. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I suffer from a severe QUACKING DIARRHOEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have noticed it also, haven't you? Three quacks/day, that's like, MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;* I have a stronger affinity to the ultimate girly color - PINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad. I'm turning into &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;!!!! T_T @_@ Nothing against her, I like reading her blog and I am in awe on how active she is &amp; everything - she has achieved everything with her own hands with pink fake nails; however, I DUN WANNA BECOME HER!!!&lt;br /&gt;When I start buying pink mobile phones &amp; continue on by putting glitter on my pink laptop, say nothing and just KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;* Dreams &amp; goals are being achieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING, as Adidas very accurately states. I've registered for Limkokwing today. Now let's ducking PRAY &amp;amp; HOPE that I ducking GET IN!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, weird, mysterious life. O_O ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-6375902646970702662?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6375902646970702662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=6375902646970702662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6375902646970702662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6375902646970702662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/strange-little-things-that-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-484828934329480456</id><published>2007-06-25T12:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:47:32.246+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quackever'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Really Seriously Interesting Quack That Will Change Your Lifes Like Nothong Else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just went to buy a new toothbrush. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interesting&lt;/span&gt;, right? I hope you're dying of interest now. *sarcastic laughter*&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a nail polish remover and an Asia Spa Fa soap with CHERRY BLOSSOM. Woooooo, I'm soooooooo interesting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rn-cDNBZG9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/MySG8_yRSOw/s1600-h/sakuras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rn-cDNBZG9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/MySG8_yRSOw/s400/sakuras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079950483546250194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won't even credit it, the flowers are beautiful but the pic ain't so. Or OK, here, &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://static.flickr.com/45/133478394_9608b3f0a5_b.jpg"&gt;the credits&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMD no no no. Let's do somethong, let's not pointlessly quack. Right after my nail polish dries, I'll EAT SOME BREAKFAST (at 12.46pm, mind you), brush my teeth &amp; take a shower, cream my bulus with sunscreen, dress up &amp;amp; then commute to madre's workplace where I shall APLLY TO LKW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo interesting &amp;amp; fabolous. LOVE ME! *flies away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-484828934329480456?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/484828934329480456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=484828934329480456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/484828934329480456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/484828934329480456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/really-seriously-interesting-quack-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rn-cDNBZG9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/MySG8_yRSOw/s72-c/sakuras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-7968736264607448322</id><published>2007-06-25T10:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:55:14.704+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummylicious AZN Duckies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting Things In Order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOHOHOOO!!! Being back into visual life with full of its tantalizing, beautiful colors, chirping birds and amazing shapes, I'm getting everything that has to be done, done one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Yu Jin said in Winter Sonata: &lt;em&gt;"Take one step at a time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMD, I think I should rewatch it sometime. Or continue with Stairway To Heaven that EVERYONE had seen million years ago except of me cuz I'm lame. However, I didn't really like STH simply cuz I don't like Choi Ji Woo (and I don't like her cuz she looks so &lt;em&gt;pure &amp; innocent&lt;/em&gt;; it's annoying the hell outta me) BUT!!!!!! KWON SANG WOO compensates it 6756 times. He's so hot, I almost cannot speak. O_O *_*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079919418047798210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rn9_y9BZG8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/b8iJ2a7ieRg/s400/kwon+sang+woo5+AAACH!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hot Asians, know what happened to me yesterday?! *starts giggling stupidly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at this ex-class party in the downtwn and it was held in a restaurant called The Arch. Me &amp; my friends were sitting outside, sipping somethong (me a soda, I have antibiotics &amp;amp; corticosteroids prescribed) when suddenly a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; SUPER HOT ASIAN GUY PASSED BY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;the hottest thing&lt;/strong&gt; I've seen in my entire life!!!!!!!!! *__* *salivates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dude was tall, with a nice body, a Se7en-ish hairstyle (only black, no weird browns), had deeeeep deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep eyes, super cute flat Asian nose (I also have such, YEAHH) and all in all, he was one sexy sexy hot thing. *fans herself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him. My friends didn't. I exclaimed breathlessly: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OHMAFREAKINGOD, THAT ONE IS SOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and looked at him, he looked at me sexily and I've put my soda glass to the lips, sipped it and.......&lt;strong&gt;SPILLED IT ON MY SKIRT&lt;/strong&gt;, CUZ I DIDN'T PUT THE GLASS EXACTLY TO MY LIPS, BUT SOME 3CM &lt;em&gt;AWAY&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAQUACKQUACKQUACK, cannot tahan myself!!! XD XD XD XD XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he saw it, he might as well died of laughter afterwards and feel proud and his ego might have been pumped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Girls can't even drink properly when I'm around..",&lt;/em&gt; he might have thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tehehehe, I'm such a silly duck. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a BIG digression. What were I quacking...? ....ah yes, about gettyings things that have to be done, done one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I cleant my floor (I've started to like this activity, please slap me), wiped the desk a bit and put the CDs into that CD-holding-thingy (I'm not bothered about its proper English name, sorry). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I took pics of my two new paitings and right now I'm uploading my portfolio to &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I've joined cuz I was tired of &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/a&gt; liao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Shutterfly is pretty cool, in my opnion it's better than Photobucket. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I will also apply for LKW even if frogs were showering from the sky, NOTHING can keep me away from doing IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD, NOT EVEN A HYPTHETICAL DATE WITH THAT PURE ASIAN HOTNESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you also noticing it? My preferences for guys are going around in circles. Asians - blonde/reddish period - Asians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pathetic. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, wish me luck so I actually *GET* into LKW, ok? ^^'''' Now when it comes so near, I'm having thoughts, like, "OMD, and I'll be so far away if they accept me, that's scary" and "I'll leaaaaaveeeeeeee everyone!!!! UUUAAA!!! SAD!!!!" and etc., but heck, how else can one learn about life, if not by LIVING IT HERSELF?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other way, yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I've had this pleasant dream recently where I came into the LKW's food court (if can I call it that way; put up with my Eng just this once) and asked for the wheat grass drink. And they didn't have it. So I've asked for the winter melon drink and they also didn't have it. I got sad and asked for the chrysanthemium drink and they DID have it!!!! :D So I took it, it was in a nice, yellow plastic glass, and sipped it happily. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DreamMoods.com says: &lt;em&gt;To dream that you are making or drinking tea, represents satisfaction and contentment in your life. You are taking your time with regards to some relationship or situation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, whatever, it might be so, who knows? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, IT WAS SO KOOL!!!! I *felt* that yummy taste of the chrysanthemium tea in my dream, seriously. Mmmmm. I think it's worth flying 10 000km away just for that one thing. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-7968736264607448322?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7968736264607448322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=7968736264607448322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7968736264607448322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7968736264607448322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-things-in-order-ohohohooo-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rn9_y9BZG8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/b8iJ2a7ieRg/s72-c/kwon+sang+woo5+AAACH!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-7325510386801072215</id><published>2007-06-23T23:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:42:33.117+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irrelevant Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back Into Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are operated, I can see EVERYTHING; I still have problems with focusing on short distances, but otherways it's fucking AWESOME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm in PN and I've successfully decluttered my email at Yahoo....by that I mean that I've finally deleted all the unimportant/read/silly emails, replied to few that I haven't replied to yet &amp; so on.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmm. I like to have things in order, even though I might not look so. :P :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I'm gonna enrol to LKW. I've wanted to do so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; Monday but my mother forgot to scan my report card and without that I can pick my ears and sing Ricky Martin &amp; NOT apply. @_@ But this Monday....for 100%.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, duckies!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also feeling like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I REALLY NEED A CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE = CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE = LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so true? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it's all the same old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Same faces, same places, same foods, same problems, same conversations, same shops....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting SICK of it, seriously. Aaargh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cannot tahan&lt;/span&gt;. It's a damn good reason to go to LKW as well -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; everything&lt;/span&gt; will be different there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SICK of the people here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SICK of the Slovak "showbusiness" as well. It's just a false shit full of losers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SICK even of my friends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Kucci, her topics include this one: "I'm so fat &amp; dull and my life's such a boring shit" and another one: "Tennis, tennis, tennis."&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it is, she can't play tennis, she's almost 70kg (and 161cm tall) and I'm afraid it's just a stupid pose. A fleeting pose, I HOPE... @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the Hilfiger friend. Let's call him shortly H. Would you believe that his mommy &amp;amp; daddy will buy him an iMac even though his PC is still working AND he's not going to study neither GD nor Arch? Plus he doesn't know how to work with it. It's just so he can brag. His mommy will also buy him a bright pink Lacoste polo that looks well on big guys that have no chance of looking gay; sadly, H is blonde, thin, short and VERY gay.&lt;br /&gt;And he's so fake.&lt;br /&gt;And SO endlessly superficial. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the people here, save for few exceptions (like DD, for example) are living fake, shallow, unreal lifes. They don't crave for anything deeper than all these materialistic goods. OH MY DUCKNESS. How can they even tahan it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both H &amp; Kucci don't sport at all. Sometimes Kucci goes to play badminton with me, but just to the National Tennis centre where the court costs 200~300Skk (depends on the time) and it's freaking hot inside. Well, but I guess that it's giving her this *feeling*. You know, it's still a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Tennis&lt;/span&gt; Centre. Sounds great, ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is a chapter on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, I'll stop bitching, they can live the way the wanna, it's just annoying the hell outta me. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED A CHANGE!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-7325510386801072215?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7325510386801072215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=7325510386801072215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7325510386801072215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7325510386801072215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-into-life-my-eyes-are-operated-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-172970923899138787</id><published>2007-06-16T19:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:53:49.885+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm painting and I'm having quite a block right now....so I might as well do &lt;a href="http://daomingmikai.blogdrive.com/archive/1466.html"&gt;the meme that Justine has done&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things You've Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy, bold the things you've done and post. Here are mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08. Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse of the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;br /&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;67. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;88. Kissed on the first date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;96. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;109. Touched a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;110. Broken someone's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;132. Touched a cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey (in high school, but I don't remember it now T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved someone's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quite a silly meme but amazing anyways. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very VERY random today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also feelin' like I need a CHANGE. :) OKay, I've decided that on Monday I'll apply for LKW &amp; then, while I'm on Tramal in alpha mood not feeling the pain after the surgery, praying that I WILL get accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls, pray for me oso.&lt;br /&gt;Pls, pray for me oso.&lt;br /&gt;Pls, pray for me oso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this was that kind of retarded English that I DON'T like, but whatever. Special wish, special English! :D Teheheee, it rhymes. B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked today to Xiao Kafka, to Munie, to Kouki &amp;amp; to Justine - all in all, to people I haven't talked to for a LONG time and it felt so refreshing! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys, on case you haven't noticed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life without friends would be like summer without sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I NEED to tide up my clothes. I also NEED to throw out more useless stupidities and I also NEED to buy myself some blossoming plants. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are birds flying around playfully and happily in the sky &amp; I can see them from my window. ^_^ I LOVE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralalalalaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-172970923899138787?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/172970923899138787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=172970923899138787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/172970923899138787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/172970923899138787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/meme-im-painting-and-im-having-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1320962097942065992</id><published>2007-06-15T10:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:59:54.648+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nasty chase dream with an old maniac that was chasing me &amp; that was trying to rape me, a bunch of helpful kids from some school, my friend Kucci and also about a strange tennis player guy that was the only positive phenomena in the dreamas he has smiled at me and we've flirted for a nanosecond. Well, there were also narrow corridors, everything was greyish &amp;amp; depressing and it was all happening in the old communist part of BA called Petrzalka. Ewwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well be very claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those LIFTS! Gosh! I was fucking scared cuz lifts are my inner nightmare that I seldomly admit cuz I find it silly. :P It's just that I hate that image of the narrow, tall hoistway that goes on for example for 30m... Ewwww. I'm scared of heights. And also of depths. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'm a hopelessly EARTHY person. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I've found out that my element (as in those Chinese 5 elements stuffs) is earth and I've read that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; earthy people&lt;/span&gt; like bungalows and the row houses. They usually also like their houses to be low, cosy and not too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://k43.pbase.com/u8/andesheng/large/6226675.d10329rowhouses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://k43.pbase.com/u8/andesheng/large/6226675.d10329rowhouses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Row houses in Limerick, Ireland; I find them awesome in their simple old beauty. And imagine how many sexy Irish guys live around! Haha! OK, I'm stupid. Too much love for Ron Weasley &amp; Seamus Finnigan. =_=. *&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://k43.pbase.com/u8/andesheng/large/6226675.d10329rowhouses.jpg"&gt;Credits&lt;/a&gt;*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fits &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;100%-ly&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally something that seemed stupid tome at first &amp; it DIDN'T turn out to be stupid!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I've had yet another stupid dream, now with sex. In the dream I had sex with Doggy! In the DAYLIGHT somemore! Hahaha! And if that's not enough, it was in our living room on the table where we eat. -_-&lt;br /&gt;How stupid. I think my subconsciousness is feeling sorry for my consciousness not going to Prague where he wanted to "have a glass of wine" in other words, where he wanted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have sex&lt;/span&gt; with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perv subconsciousness I've got. Sheesh! @_@ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! I'm off to make myself some tea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW! That strange tennis player! That one in that dream....who the hall was *that*? :P Eh, I think I'm just watching too much tennis. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1320962097942065992?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1320962097942065992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1320962097942065992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1320962097942065992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1320962097942065992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/dreams-i-had-nasty-chase-dream-with-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-8338266760429902526</id><published>2007-06-09T19:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T19:37:48.131+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ducks Bite Too'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;North Korean Regime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, WATCH THIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBzHCVv5GeQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBzHCVv5GeQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking upset. @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-8338266760429902526?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8338266760429902526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=8338266760429902526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8338266760429902526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8338266760429902526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/north-korean-regime-please-watch-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-4723561179565047727</id><published>2007-06-09T01:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T01:13:50.301+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chillin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a supper lazy quacker these days. Btw, I've created a HotBlog on my Facebook so, if you're interested, I'm quacking there too. Oh, and I'm becoming ADDICTED to Facebook. Teheheee. Anybody from my friends there? :) Save for Munie Mark and Audrey that are already there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me guys, you know my name. ;) And if not, I'll add *YOU*!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Tired, tired, TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;I'll goto bed, sorry. =_= Tmr I refuse to do ANYTHING, I'm on HOLIDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the laziness begin. ^____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-4723561179565047727?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4723561179565047727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=4723561179565047727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4723561179565047727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4723561179565047727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/chillin-i-know-im-supper-lazy-quacker.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-916796741583912839</id><published>2007-06-05T23:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:40:35.764+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the National Tennis Centre today. Entered the NTC Cafe. Spotted Doggy's sis &amp; her coach. And THEN...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DOGGY CAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I still find him irresistibly crunchy even though he's a damn dickhead. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me abt my graduation, smiled at me (*melts*) and then asked me &amp;amp; K about the badminton and said he might check us out...and I told him not to come haha...and then he went probably home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me was hoping to see him online today but again, he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we women so weak? GOSH. @_# I don't wanna be like this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-916796741583912839?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/916796741583912839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=916796741583912839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/916796741583912839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/916796741583912839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/again-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-6770372586238682992</id><published>2007-06-05T00:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:34:09.453+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irrelevant Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Officially Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IT'S OVER.&lt;/span&gt; And I've gotten the grad report card and I'm FREE! I'm no longer a student of *THAT* grammasr school!!! ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THANK YOU, EVERYONE FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND LOVE AND EVERYTHING!!!! &lt;/span&gt;*hugs* ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow me &amp; Kucci will go play badminton at the National Tennis Centre and then on Wed I'll have there the Power Yoga class with two of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;And then, on June 19th, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll have my eyes OPERATED&lt;/span&gt; with the LASEK way (google it, ok, but it's an operation based on the super advanced laser technique)  and that means that I CAN'T wear my lenses for the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super weird! I'll have to wear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GLASSES&lt;/span&gt;!!! O_O I haven't worn the glasses on public for million years already; who cares that they're Vogue and I don't look *that* bad in them....I'm still just not used to wearing em. Wahlau. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note... I'm glad I won't meet certain my ex-classmates ever again. I'm a bitch, oh yes, I know I am, but at least I'm not being hypocritic. Today me &amp; Kucci went to have some pizza and my Hilfiger Addicted frie..err, an ex-classmate, had joined us.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T STAND HIM A DAMN MINUTE!!! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so blunt, he's so stupid, so superficial and so egocentric....THE WORST MAN EVER, IF HE EVEN DESERVES THE NAME 'MAN' AS HE'S PRETTY GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a bitch. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I'm testing the FS, it's OK. *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read we should get rid of stupid &amp;amp; annoying acquitances (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt; the word is, I can never spell it right @_@ :D) as they suck the positive energy out of us and I can only agree with this, cuz after mere 90 minutes with this Hilfiger Addict I felt more exhausted &amp;amp; annoyed than after a week of listening to Slovak hip-hop. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing against the Slovak hip-hop but it's really quite stupid. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah, I'm so tired already. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-6770372586238682992?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6770372586238682992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=6770372586238682992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6770372586238682992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6770372586238682992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/officially-free-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-6630641214866871913</id><published>2007-06-01T23:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:46:46.147+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back From Prague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Tired after running around the downtown from 9am to almost 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up at 6.15am.&lt;br /&gt;OMD OMD OMD.&lt;br /&gt;Bought nice clothes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT CELLULITIC HIPS &amp;amp; BUTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired for proper quack. @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-6630641214866871913?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6630641214866871913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=6630641214866871913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6630641214866871913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6630641214866871913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-prague-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-2201848733391188622</id><published>2007-05-31T10:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:53:39.080+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yiiiippppiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's OVER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was OVER already yesterday but I was too exhausted to think straight. In fact, I'm still not really GETTING it; all those 8 years of my grammar school are...... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*OVER*&lt;/span&gt;. *_____*&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I won't believe it until I get that precious graduation report card!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the grad. My results are awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;- Literature &amp; Slovak language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; - English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;- History of Arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; - Social Studies (but that was absolutely unfair, I should have gotten 2 or even 1!!!! The prof is apparently a complete bitch, I hope her boobs rot &amp; drop off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 is like A and 3 is like C.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of myself but I can't say it was entirely my geniality kickin' in cuz it was partially about an INSANE LUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I've chosen - from all the 35 questions that I haven't studied for - the only one question I haven't studied for as well, but knew about it anyways. That was the "Slovak folk arts and costumes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Slovak I've chosen the "Baroco &amp;amp; Classicistic" literature to which they gave me three pages with excerpts I had to work with - and that's just what I needed as I'm bad at memorising stuff and good at working with texts. By the way, the other questions had just two papers with excerpts. Lucky lucky me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was nice too. Know what have I chosen? ART &amp; CULTURE. Teheheheeee! So we ended up talking about the visual arts I like and about me hopefully going to KL &amp;amp; etc. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Social Studies, I've chosen a Q where I had to talk about the human rights &amp; the political parties &amp;amp; etc. I've told that bitch EVERYTHING. And she gave me 3???!!!! FUCK HER AND I LIKED HER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~ *fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm happy cuz now the doors to Limkokwing and to everywhere are open wide AND now I have the chance to fulfill my dream &amp; go study Graphic Design overseas. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I've been slacking in the terms of drawing &amp;amp; painting... I must start painting again. For the past three hell of a weeks I was doing three things only: STUDYING, EATING, SLEEPING. Seriously, I've learnt more during these three weeks than during all those 8 years! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^__________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rl6JfujZsvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HS2XdEBf4uo/s1600-h/FREEDOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rl6JfujZsvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HS2XdEBf4uo/s400/FREEDOM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070641408631223026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to give back the books they borrowed us and then I'm going to Prague  with dad. :) I'm soooo looking forward! ^__^ We'll be going for a KOREAN DINNER and I'm salivating for a Korean food for like 18 years of my life or so. :D Yesterday I've found THREE Korean restaurants in Prague (compared to ZERO in BA) and I really dunno to which one shall we go....it doesn't matter though......as long as we'll go to one! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a day off in Prague and I plan to go shopping in the downtown. I hope I won't get lost too often - I've been to Prague million years ago and I don't remember a single thing, not even where the Vaclav's Square is and how do I get to the Karl's Bridge. @_@ OMG, emmbarrasing....and to think we were one country once.... @_# :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikini, sneakers &amp; a bag, that's what I need. So I shall hunt for it. :) I'm thinking about buying some funky &lt;a href="http://www.converse.com/index.asp?bhcp=1"&gt;Converse&lt;/a&gt; shoes cuz I've always been eyeing them but never bought them cuz my cousin told me that they are quite shitty. Well, as they say "Trust but try out"...I shall do so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen the bikini....well, I've been thinking about buying Lacoste bikini but thinking about it again, it's a waste of money. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I need to have a crocodile on my boob?! &lt;/span&gt;NOPE!!! :P Besides, it's a tennis brand and from a certain time onwards EVERYWHERE I GO, THERE GOES TENNIS. It's like, STALKING ME!!! @_@ I'm starting to hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I come, there are people talking about tennis. I switch on the TV and there's tennis (but that's understandable, as the Roland Garros is now). I meet new people and they turn out to be tennis players. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops....I'm in a quacking mood today but I must go liao - the books are waiting! It's going to be the very last time of myself in *that* school. ^_^ The LAST TIME will be on Monday when we'll get the GRADUATION REPORT CARDS and then.... I'm OFFICIALLY FREE. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA DUCKY VITA!!!! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-2201848733391188622?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2201848733391188622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=2201848733391188622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2201848733391188622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2201848733391188622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/yiiiippppiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rl6JfujZsvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HS2XdEBf4uo/s72-c/FREEDOM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-6016237723101123547</id><published>2007-05-29T22:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:53:16.074+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irrelevant Rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. FUCK THE DUCK!!!!! &lt;--- I'm a creator of new vulgar phrases ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the saddest example of the most bimbotic procrastinator EVER. Tomorrow is the day D with the LAST GRAD ORAL EXAM from Society Studies. Honestly, I can't even *pretend* that I know anything,. cuz I DON'T. Yet.....am I studying/revising..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, I AM NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fail tmr, I'll DIE. Gosh~ @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Almighty Duck, PLEASE, lemme choose Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, Freud, Jung or Kant cuz I remember them at least a bit. Also the religionistics would do me good...just, PLEASE....NO LAW NOR ECONOMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.... *sighhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to revising that nothing I know. Shit shit fuck fuck fuckkkkkkk the duckkkk. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've been acing it, I feel like Federer, hahha... Lit A, History of Arts A, English A.......ok, let's prepare for tomorrow's D...... ALL GODS IN THE UNIVERSE, SAVE ME, HELP ME, LEAD MY HAND TO A GOOD &amp;amp; EASY QUESTION, PLEASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prays*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-6016237723101123547?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6016237723101123547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=6016237723101123547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6016237723101123547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6016237723101123547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/scared-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-7756281737958990621</id><published>2007-05-27T21:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:04:44.010+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have set up my alarm clock to 5.10am.&lt;br /&gt;I will wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Dress up.&lt;br /&gt;Eat up.&lt;br /&gt;Brush the teeth, wash the face, apply the lenses.&lt;br /&gt;Do the make-up.&lt;br /&gt;Wear the heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Enter the class with the History of Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose one paper with some question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use up the 15 mins that I have for the preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing but without the waking up part later, on the Slovak language &amp; literature. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the 1st day of my graduation will be over. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - English. I'm aiming for A.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Society Studies. I'll be damn happy with C or D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall FIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-7756281737958990621?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7756281737958990621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=7756281737958990621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7756281737958990621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7756281737958990621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/battle-i-have-set-up-my-alarm-clock-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-2982669871491875316</id><published>2007-05-26T16:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T16:16:45.270+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back To BA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see &amp; I know that 0.45 of my readers deserve a long post BUT I'm very lazy &amp;amp; escematic so I'll be really brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One more topic left to learn from Literature (Lit after 1945)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have ecsema, swollen red right eye, nose bleed and allergy (thus, a running nose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got my hair trimmed and now I look like 8 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've slimmed down 3 kg! :D THANK YOU, BADMINTON SWEETHEART!!!! Now I look more appropriate for the hostessing job. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've decided to wear my platinum + brilliant ring from the Korean grandpa for luck...I think it's a stupidity, but I've got nothing to lose :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 31st ~ June 1st, I'm off to PRAGUE. With my father, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaa, who would've thought that? :P My woman's pride &amp; dignity aside, I wouldn't mind meeting Doggy there just for the sake of seeing WHAT may happen. Teheheheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shit, I don't have 3 red things to wear. Or golden. I'm superstitious even though I pretend I'm not, but neverthless, I ALWAYS wear something red when I need luck. -_-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. I'm sorry but I'm off liao - I need to bath in the bath sea salt that is supposed to be beneficial for the skin irritation.... I'm irritated EVERYWHERE!!! GOSH!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-2982669871491875316?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2982669871491875316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=2982669871491875316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2982669871491875316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2982669871491875316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-to-ba-helloooooo-long-time-no-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-2042702802327132935</id><published>2007-05-22T01:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:31:25.965+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duck Off'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No Time For Love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;There's FINALLY/SADLY/LUCKILY nothing else for me to contemplate about because one episode of my drama of life has just ended.&lt;br /&gt;It was bitter like a lemon fernet for me and I'm still swallowing it, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c'est la vie.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;To the point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOGGY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"How was your badminton? What, ain't the Prague option interesting for you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Not NOW, after the grad maybe...I'm in PN now....but then, I'll come...for 85%! "Life is about changes" as the Heracleitos from Efez has said!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOGGY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"I know. Is it there where those vinyls are? I won't be here &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(in SK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right after your grad but I'll surely come back later. And if I'm right, it's as the Epicuros has said: 'Foreigner, here you will feel good, here the pleasure is the biggest contentment.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Anyways, now I'm in PN and it's fine here; fresh strawberries in the garden, badminton, food, relax, music...aaaahh. :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOGGY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"And what about the lovers? And the beer? I was kinda thinking when you were talking about that your ex....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're still waiting for your prince, aren't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Hahaaa, today one guy that was dropping the flyers almost dropped off his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; when he saw me in a short skirt! :P And yes, I am waiting....and with my requirements I think I will, for a long time... =_="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOGGY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; "Don't you worry, those that would like to please you &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(physically, he meant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, they are in heaps! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're just SMSing with one I guess.... But if you're waiting for your prince, it's not gonna be me. I don't have any time for love now.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Well, I could have LOTS of them last Friday at Dopler &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(SK version of the Zouk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but..no, thanks...I'm not in for shallow relationships. Is love for tennis enough to you? ;)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOGGY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"It is. It's just that sometimes one needs to vent out the hormones. If you'd have a similar problem someday, I'll be glad to help...but now I'm off to sleep. Nites &amp; sweet dreams. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to dream and I think it'll be about making love with you&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Good night and I hope there's a tennis racquet lying by your side.. ;) Well, and if you were calling me to come to CZ just so you'd be able to shag me, then I definately won't come. Sweet tennis dreams!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOGGY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Nah, just like, for a visit. It's not like I can call you for anything else anyways &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(he has a gf but he's planning to break up with her after the grad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Well, nitez and sweet dreams about the Miletian school."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;--- I was studying the Philosophy, hence all these Philo jokes &amp; references :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Well, that's another speech now! I shall see. Take care!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so kool, I've always wanted to be the one the guys wanna shag. =_=''''&lt;br /&gt;Well.....no comment.&lt;br /&gt;GUY READERS OF MY BLOG, PLEASE, TELL ME THAT YOU *DON'T* WANNA SHAG ME AS WELL!!!!!!!!!!!! @_#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feminine dignity and pride is shattered. Gosh, if ALL GUYS are like this, I'll be a lesbian. =_= :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-2042702802327132935?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2042702802327132935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=2042702802327132935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2042702802327132935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2042702802327132935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-time-for-love-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-3406272163214603268</id><published>2007-05-17T16:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:38:51.438+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Men'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Two Chirping Birds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never believed on anything like SYMBOLS, SIGNS and etc., but I was forced to rethink it few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I have never 100%-ly believed even in this Feng Shui thing and I think I'll be forced to rethink it too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days ago, in the morning, I was in the living room, just about to leave for the school. Suddenly, I heard a REALLY loud chirping and even though I was in a hurry, I turned around and saw two pretty birds on the balcony fence (or whatever) 'dancing' around each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was *them* who were chirping so aloud.. And I was looking at them, smiling, they were chirping and then they flew away....still together. My mother hasn't noticed a thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065537235136918242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RkxnRujZsuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/O4X0wtcR1qM/s400/two+birds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The &lt;em&gt;birds&lt;/em&gt;?", I thought, "The birds are supposed to be a super positive sign according to the FS...and &lt;em&gt;TWO birds&lt;/em&gt;, that may be a sign of a positive turn in my love life or something!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little I believed in that anyways and I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;And then I came back home &amp; logged into MSN &amp;amp; ICQ. I saw Doggy online and I was really tempted to IM him but then I collected all my pride &amp; dignity and my hurt ego &amp;amp; told my friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm NOT gonna IM him ANYMORE. It's leading from nowhere to nowhere &amp; nothing's gonna happen anyways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute later he IMed to me &amp;amp; invited me on mutual webcaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from THAT DAY onwards I am chatting with Doggy almost everyday and he's inviting me to see him in Prague (there's a tournament these days) and to "listen to the music by the candles"...oh yes, and he has told me that the way I looked at him once on the webcam (but I swear that was just for fun!) was "really tough weapon" and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duck.&lt;/em&gt; I can't believe it's JUST BECAUSE. O_o&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what's gonna happen today..tomorrow...later? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have politely declined his Prague offer because I'm graduating in freaking few days and I need to STUDY, not to watch him playing tennis...haha...however...maybe I might go to CZ AFTER the graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that things will go fine! If not, I'll kill those silly birds for making me believe in things that weren't for real! @_@ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slovak lingo composition: 92,6%&lt;br /&gt;English description: 90%&lt;br /&gt;English graduation test: 92,5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ORAL GRADS are coming. I'm freaking out....it's not like I've studied too much. @_@ WISH ME LUCK &amp;amp; MANY MORE BIRDS ON THE FENCE, PLEASE. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-3406272163214603268?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3406272163214603268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=3406272163214603268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3406272163214603268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3406272163214603268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-chirping-birds-i-have-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RkxnRujZsuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/O4X0wtcR1qM/s72-c/two+birds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-707489596841598548</id><published>2007-05-10T23:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:54:12.909+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Golf/R&amp;B Chicks With Long Legs/Awesome Tennis Panties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's THURSDAY already! YEAH!! *dances salsa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorow is FRIDAY and then SATURDAY....and that's when I'm off to some VIP golf tournament as a hostess. 1000Skk netto. AWESOME. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy the Slovak version of the HK Octopus card (although here we don't tap anything as we're in paleolitic age in terms of mass transport), buy the fitness member card and then &lt;em&gt;indulge&lt;/em&gt;. Perhaps on sushi or aromatic candles.... Or on new flowers! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the new Rihanna's single "Umbrella" playing on the radio and I must say that I REALLY like it. It's so....different. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.listen.com/img/356x237/9/8/5/7/727589_356x237.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(credits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063050160374371314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RkORS7EZU_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/IQx-5l4C0x4/s400/Rihanna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Beyonce that's considered as the unofficial "Queen of R&amp;B" but...she's so....&lt;em&gt;UNORIGINAL&lt;/em&gt;. I find all her songs sounding the same, her style is the same and it's all more an average pop with a hint of R&amp;amp;B than R&amp;B itself.&lt;br /&gt;She has a ducking hot body though, I wouldn't mind having one myself. *bats eyelashes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sawf.org/newsphotos/Entertainment/2006-12-08T062635Z_01_NOOTR_RTRJONP_2_India-279487-1-pic0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(credits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063049254136271842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RkOQeLEZU-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dhYwsOFkWXA/s400/Beyonce+-+perfect+body.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlau, her legs are 5x longer than my ENTIRE body. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! My fave is AMERIE! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's also cuz she's a half Korean and we all know that I'm biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RkOSmLEZVAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L_Kfbj_y8hk/s1600-h/Amerie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063051590598480898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RkOSmLEZVAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L_Kfbj_y8hk/s400/Amerie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard her new single "Take Control" liao? More impooportantly, have you seen the video liao?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it's &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; sexy, I think I'm turning lesbian while watching it. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, even her legs are 5x longer than my ENTIRE body, even though you can't see it on this pic.&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my next life I'll be Barbie and then *THEY* will envy *ME*! MWAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought AWESOME panties today @ Accessorize. :D They are stripy on front and these stripes are rasberry-pink &amp; white....and on the back they have this hilarious patterns consisting of little tennis racquets, tennis balls &amp;amp; hearts. XD&lt;br /&gt;It's HILARIOUS, really!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also other hilarious panties (with watermelons &amp; chrries, with lil' doggies...) but none of them were THAT hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can finally go play tennis. ^_~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....Marx, Heidegger, Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, the After-Classicist Philosophy...that's what I've learnt today. Sian lah. NITES! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-707489596841598548?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/707489596841598548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=707489596841598548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/707489596841598548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/707489596841598548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/golfr-chicks-with-long-legsawesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17372780617822355057'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RkORS7EZU_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/IQx-5l4C0x4/s72-c/Rihanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>