<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:03:02.418+01:00</updated><category term='Just Quacking Around'/><category term='Ducks Bite Too'/><category term='Yummylicious AZN Duckies'/><category term='Duck Off'/><category term='Guys'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Irrelevant Rant'/><category term='La Ducky Vita'/><category term='Mysterious Life'/><category term='Quackever'/><category term='Mysterious Men'/><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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-164185455493986234</id><published>2007-05-09T20:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:45:53.553+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm Scaring Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just CLEANT UNDER MY BED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMD!!!! OMD!!!! *dies of horror*&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and then I've wiped the wooden shelfes &amp; the funny sculpture of a lazy, laid-back laughing Buddha that father brought from Taiwan many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this cleaning &lt;em&gt;thingamajig&lt;/em&gt; (I love this word, HAHAHAAAAA, ducky sis, thanx for teaching me :D) for wooden furniture that contains honey and it TOTALLY changes the quality of the wood. It's so shiny and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, duck me, I'm quacking like a 89 yrs old grandma. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was SO boasting on the topic of myself being a nerd and..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's 8.32pm and I STILL haven't studied a single page.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better do so ASAP cuz I've counted that I have only 26 days left until the grad and that's a freakishly short time, considering those 58847547857785 pages worth of uninteresting notes that I have to remember. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Society Studies prof accused me of slacking and losing the grip of things when I've muttered that I don't understand the Slovak annuity plan that includes the 1st, 2nd and 3rd pillar and 18% and 9% and other 9% and the Social Insurance Co. and BLAHBLAH, in other words, it's madly complicated and not even my mother understands it.&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, professor. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it's in the B level graduation questions (that she &amp; her colleagues prepared!) and she was explaining that to us today, in case we get that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlau. I'm worried bululess, I really am! @_@ This prof liked me at first but now I think she no longer does that much. Then there is the Geo prof which is a complete bitch and I am SURE that she hates me. We have this kind of &lt;em&gt;Potter-Snape&lt;/em&gt; relationship. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahhh well...................................................................I think there is no more room for procrastination for me left. Maybe only.....checking out my horoscopes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after *THAT* I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; go study Slovak literature which is the most annoying subject EVER but I'll try to autohypnose myself into &lt;em&gt;loving it&lt;/em&gt; more than sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PAIN, NO GAIN. In my case, no FREEDOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-164185455493986234?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/164185455493986234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=164185455493986234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/164185455493986234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/164185455493986234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-scaring-myself-ive-just-cleant-under.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1077981008240578642</id><published>2007-05-08T23:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:04:54.144+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='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Painstaking Path Of A Nerdess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didf that sound pompous enough? Teheheeee.... I hope it did. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Reading it again, it sounds more WEIRD than POMPOUS, but.... Okay, I'm not prince William to speak perfect English, just my teeth are almost his size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all leads to one thing anyways - I am (un)pleased to announce that TODAY I've officially launched my newly-found schizo part of myself, that is, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NERDESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Yes, I also don't think such a word exists.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I've managed to study for FULL THREE AND HALF HOURS during which I've learnt the mysteries of State, Democracy, Peoples and the blahblahs around it and then Neolit, Paleolit, Egypt, Mykena and Creta and its art, architecture and sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;UNBELIEVABLE...yet, POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;O_o *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought I'm able to study THAT much! OMB!!! O_O @_@&lt;br /&gt;The nerdess path is gonna continue tomorrow and even fiercely than today, as today was just the warm-up.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, isn't it scary? :P Ain't &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in particular scary?! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I am and as a true nerdess I'm now listening neither to Beyonce nor to Avril Lavigne but to a CLASSICAL RADIO via iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh. My. Poopness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared though.... I assure you that the &lt;em&gt;nanosecond&lt;/em&gt; after my graduation I will turn into my usual self and enjoy the art of procrastination yet again in its full glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad but NOW, in my new Nerdess role, I can't procrastinate as much as my soul wishes to. T_T&lt;br /&gt;True, today all that studying exhausted me as much as I was reading Potter 6 for most of the time after it but....again, today was JUST A WARM-UP. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period is bodoh. My complexion is awful, my small of the back hurts bluntly and I can't even go to power yoga because many of the asanas aren't recommended to women in *those days*. :( I've wasted 150Skk already, as I had booked and paid a power yoga class at the morning (8am ~ 9.30am) but I precisely remember waking up at 4.22am and finding out that I have a period.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Next time then...but not even tomorrow...maybe next week... TT___TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare to go to yoga despite of the period because I believe that during those thousands of years of yoga's history the yoga masters surely must have found out what's beneficial and what's not for the body, right?!&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;Then if they say this asana isn't good when you have the period, I shall not do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I LOVE yoga! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so awesome....those gracious, slow movements we (desperately try) to do...the breathing in &amp; out....the meditative music....those beautiful, balanced asanas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most fave ones are the ones where we stand on one leg and hold our hands either together as in a prayer or held out in that 'lotus flower' way or whatever it is called. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight liao. Eeehhh. I'm just sipping my Sweet Dreams tea &amp;amp; listening to the So 90's iTunes radio and feeling REALLY sleepy already. Got school tmr! UUUAAA!!!! TT___TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite, nite. Love ya all. *kisses*&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;AMERIE'S "TAKE CONTROL" ROCKS DUCKS!!! ^_^ :D&lt;br /&gt;I've heard Se7en was supposed to be in it but maybe our TVs aren't airing that version or what....sigh...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1077981008240578642?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1077981008240578642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1077981008240578642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1077981008240578642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1077981008240578642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/painstaking-path-of-nerdess-didf-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1403689711630418326</id><published>2007-05-05T17:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T18:10:15.756+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Life'/><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;strong&gt;Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scaring myself with my sudden growing affinity to the color PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I bought dark pink-bordeaux-blackish sunglasses. Yesterday I bought a bright pink bra, it has that almost invisible powderish shade, but still, it's PINK. And today I bought a pink (in the scariest combo EVER with &lt;em&gt;BABYBLUE&lt;/em&gt;) toothbrush!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wails in horror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that one day I might end up like &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt; having everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.GlitterMaker.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="http://www.GlitterMaker.com/ - Glitter Graphics" alt="http://www.GlitterMaker.com/ - Glitter Graphics" src="http://3.UploadMirror.com/uploaded/6/352/glitter_maker_05_05_2007_10_50_39_97747.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMD!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't THAT be the biggest horror?! UHHHHHHHHH. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just means some subconscious need for love (as pink symbolizes romance, feminity &amp; blahblah) but - I ask myself: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT LOVE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm enjoying my singlehood, okay?! I have Haku's love, that's the only one love I need and as I've understood that men (save for baibee &amp;amp; BYJ) are bodoh I don't need to trouble myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other option is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...maybe I'm just becoming a REAL ah lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It had to come one day, it really had. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrelevantly, I had a dream about PRINCE WILLIAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAAA, no kidding! I think in the dream we were in bus or something and we became friends and all in all, the dream was as if I had smoked sa good old ganja before I closed my eyes. XD Amazing, it was SO real! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. The beauty of my room is STILL intact. In fact, I've removed my curtains today because I felt (or lured myself to feel) that due to their filthiness they emit the bad yin qi and I cannot tahan that.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please SHOOT ME soon, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was even determining my Four Pillars (whatever it is) now I have a super beautiful Four Pillars chart with me being the "Yin Fire Snake" and etc. but I don't really understand &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt; am I supposed to do with it. Like, ooops! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;a href="http://www.wofs.com/index.php?option=com_custompages&amp;Itemid=89"&gt;checked &lt;/a&gt;my ASTRONOMICAL WEIGHT today &amp;amp; this is what I've learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your astronomical birth is 3 (liang) 6 (chin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solar DOB:&lt;/strong&gt; 17 Mar 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunar DOB:&lt;/strong&gt; 10 Feb 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have a very busy schedule ahead, but this is good as you will be busy attaining great success in life! You enjoy excellent family affinity and they will bring you lots of prosperity luck. Lucky stars will always shine on you, helping you achieve all your wishes. Keep a &lt;a href="http://www.fsmegamall.com/index.php?action=item&amp;id=996" target="fsmegamall"&gt;wealth vase&lt;/a&gt; at home to enhance your wealth and prosperity luck further. And do not be afraid to be ambitious. You have a lot of potential based on your birth weight, which you can realize if you have the conviction and courage to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good, I just hope it's TRUE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo sleepy today. Not even this FLUFFY PINK bathrobe I have on helps me to wake up! T_T @_@ Probably it's cuz of the grey skies outside and the sleepy chillout lounge music I'm listening to. Sigh. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to try finding something nice to eat.... And maybe I'll just cook a plain, white rice, I love its aroma. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1403689711630418326?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1403689711630418326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1403689711630418326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1403689711630418326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1403689711630418326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/pink-im-scaring-myself-with-my-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-524013970559733468</id><published>2007-05-03T21:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:09:43.762+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-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DUTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRESERVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DREAM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amedeo Modigliani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm, no studying yet? KNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Yves Klein's, Gustav Klimt's, Egon Schiele's, Pablo Picasso's, Andy Warhol's, Eduard Manet's and other giants' of art artworks today! *_* AWESOME!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We (the class) were in Vienna for the super perfect exhibitions of erotic paintings and of Yves Klein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YVES KLEIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the Artist with capital A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egon Schiele was provocative &amp; almost gross as always, Pablo disliked by me as always and Manet liked by me as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had miso shiru, bulgogi (the KL one was WAY better), one piece of friend's sushi :P, green tea, Almdudler, apple strudel and a salad. Life's good. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought sunglasses, H&amp;amp;M eyeshadows and whatever..... Goodbye, 50 Euro. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very boring quack indeed but I'mm tired like hell and I'm planning to get a nice bubbly bath in my lychee bath foam thingee and read up the Society Studies there. SIGH. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: My tided up, neaty, pretty room is still intact, save for few clothes on the chair and a bag, a book, an iPod and the results of my shopping on the table. YAY!!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-524013970559733468?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/524013970559733468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=524013970559733468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/524013970559733468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/524013970559733468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/your-real-duty-is-to-preserve-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-3633195263721478860</id><published>2007-05-01T23:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:51:04.464+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='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FengShui-ing Around Da Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the title quacks, I've gotten yet another feng shui mood &amp; I've almost compoopletely tided up my room, cleant up everythong that could be cleant up, threw out almost all useless stuffs AND - and this is an upgrade! :D - even drew a plan of my tiny room and determined which corners of the room are said to be full of the &lt;em&gt;negative qi&lt;/em&gt; that can't be roused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly for me I &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; to rouse one negative qi corner, the Northeast one because I had a mirror there and according to FS, the mirror doubles the qi. In my case it was doubling the negative qi (if we assume that we believe in all these qi quackings) and that really is NOT good at all! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now there are two candles lightning up my room. One of them is in a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOTUS&lt;/span&gt; shape, &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;, could you find anything more......&lt;em&gt;feng shui-y?&lt;/em&gt; O_o :P&lt;br /&gt;Cantik. ^_^ Me likes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting paranoid cuz of the upcoming graduation and therefore I wanna make sure that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is perfect with me &amp; around me.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm even planning to wear RED TOP &amp;amp; UNDIES on the grad that will bring me luck. In fact, I've realized that whenever we have a difficult test, I tend to wear red. Seems like I'm kinda superstitious. Uhhh. =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Snakes (me) are the compooplete opposites of Pigs (this year is the Year Of Pig) and that means that in general this won't be a good year...and that adds up to my pre-grad paranoia. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you catch me buying some &lt;em&gt;esotheric qi-enhancing golden whatever&lt;/em&gt; next time, &lt;strong&gt;STOP ME!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; @_@ It means I've gone seriusly GILA and I need just few tight slaps. -_- :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, there might be something true about these qi things because immidiatelly after tiding it up here I feel much much better. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's miraculous - THERE IS NO DUST ON THE FLOOR!!!!! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such things rarely happen to me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeh. It's full moon. Know what that means? That I won't be able to fall asleep!!!! T___T I'm weirdly sensitive to these full moons and I don't sleep well when it's so. I'm not a werewolf (WEREDUCK???? That's more likely :D) though, don't you be scared! :P :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feng Shui.&lt;br /&gt;Feng Shui.&lt;br /&gt;Feng Shui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it......at least for the fact that it keeps me tiding up my room. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you get inspired by me &amp; FS your room too, then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WATCH OUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FOR THE &lt;strong&gt;WEST&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;NORTHWEST &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt; NORTHEAST&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! *waggles feather*&lt;br /&gt;The negative qi (some 'bad stars' or whatever) are said to be there in 2007 and the less you disturb them, the better. In case you NEED to disturb them, at least don't disturb them as the first ones - you better start in another corners of your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am I educated or not? :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, now it quacked me. &lt;strong&gt;MY BED IS ON THE WEST!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Borat voice* &lt;em&gt;Nice, nice, niiiiiice.....NOOOT!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do? Sleep badly until 2008???? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inner voice*&lt;br /&gt;Ducky Princess, PLEASE. -_- Wake up lah. Don't take FS THAT seriously....it only has 5000 years worth of history! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Off I go to take my freshly showered plants (new yang qi), put them in my room, then I'll freshly shower myself, set the alarm clock (6.25am T_T) and go sleep to my negative qi corner. Sigh. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT!!!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And, btw, YANG qi is the good one and YIN qi is the bad one and they must be in harmony. I'm so clever. And check out &lt;a href="http://www.wofs.com"&gt;www.wofs.com&lt;/a&gt;) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-3633195263721478860?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3633195263721478860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=3633195263721478860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3633195263721478860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3633195263721478860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/fengshui-ing-around-da-room-just-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-4620073937710016206</id><published>2007-04-24T20:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:19:57.072+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;strong&gt;Enough @_@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ORAL GRADUATION is drawing nearer and nearer and I'm starting to be scared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shitless&lt;/span&gt;. @_@ I should be studying 24/7 as I don't know anything yet but I just can't push myself to doing it.....the sun is shining outside, the birds are chirping, my beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;badminton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rackets&lt;/span&gt; and the shuttlecocks (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHAHAAA&lt;/span&gt;) are smiling at me sexily and the power yoga is seducing me with its smooth &amp; relaxed nature......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. CAN'T. BE. LIKE. THIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST study.&lt;br /&gt;Every minute of my day MUST be dedicated to diligent studying!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Only if *that* was possible!!!! *bangs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tr, try, try, try.....I'll do my personal possible &amp;amp; healthy best to learn everything required AND not jump outta the window during the process. -_-&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that's even possible....??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've realized in its full glory how important is it for me to graduate and get accepted into LKW. O_O It is, in fact, my biggest dream &amp; goal....it's the doors to the exciting future and I must do EVERYTHING I'm capable of for ACHIEVING it. *_*&lt;br /&gt;There's no possibility of me failing either in the first or second task or in (god, no!) both!&lt;br /&gt;Ducky Princess shall get down to work!!!!!!! *roarrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm graduating from Slovak (level B), English (A), History of Arts (B) and the Society Studies (B). All these subjects, save from English, are idiotic cuz there are so many facts to remember..... *sigh* The worst is Slovak cuz there so much Literature &amp;amp; Grammar, there's no possible way for me to remember EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ought to BELIEVE in myself.&lt;br /&gt;Wahlau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; my friend Dominica have decided on one hilarious thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF (WHEN?) WE GRADUATE AND GET ACCEPTED INTO THE UNIVERSITY OF OUR CHOICES, WE SHALL WALK AROUND THE WHOLE DOWNTOWN AND THE KLCC-LIKE SHOPPING MALL IN PYJAMAS AND WITH TOWELS ON OUR HEADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Dominica is already accepted into the Uni of Westminster so all what's left for her is to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;And me?&lt;br /&gt;I must graduate as well as get accepted into LKW. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you Almighty Duck, please, HELP ME OUT!!!!!!!! @_#&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared bululess!!!! #_#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-4620073937710016206?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4620073937710016206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=4620073937710016206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4620073937710016206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4620073937710016206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/04/enough-oral-graduation-is-drawing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-472013926624642944</id><published>2007-04-21T23:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:12:21.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Vrrrrrrrr Element&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;VRRR!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how we here describe the sound that angry dog makes. Sadly, I can't remember how is the English version of it - and yes, I'm aiming for 1 (A) in English! MUAHA! &lt;em&gt;Fat chance, babe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the 'Vrrrr Element' also indicates the hotness &amp; sexiness &amp;amp; the overal charm of the particular dude. Besides these, it also indicates how much do I wanna tear his clothes off &amp; be naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm VERY late on this, I agree, but well, I've seen the Music &amp;amp; Lyrics movie today &amp; the Vrrrr Element of Hugh Grant is INDESCRIBABLE. *_* *salivates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That British accent.&lt;br /&gt;That ability to play piano (and to SING!!!)&lt;br /&gt;That British humor.&lt;br /&gt;That body, which is not actually hot, but there's something about it anyways!&lt;br /&gt;That face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a sweet lovestory! FINALLY a good movie! Okay, The Babel was even better, but it was another type of a movie...this one was a stupid romantic comedy with VERY vrrrrr Hugh Grant &amp;amp; catchy songs....I'm very simple-minded, so I enjoyed it. *shy smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? I'm off to FedCup with my friend's FATHER tmr! :D Heh! Nice! It's held in the National Tennis Center, well, check the &lt;a href="http://www.fedcup.com"&gt;fedcup.com&lt;/a&gt; out &amp;amp; you'll see. :) It's SVK vs CZE and sadly, our players have been losing so far. T_T&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of seeing Daniela Hantuchova on Friday on my way to power yoga! She's just BEAUTIFUL. O_O OMD!!!!! She could be a model ANYTIME!!!! *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I'm tired. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-472013926624642944?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/472013926624642944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=472013926624642944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/472013926624642944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/472013926624642944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/04/vrrrrrrrr-element-vrrr-thats-how-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-6782076603888356685</id><published>2007-04-15T22:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:15:31.691+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Love Life Rocks Ducks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry guys! I was either lazy or busy, but more BUSY than lazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new with my SUPER EXCITING love life?&lt;br /&gt;Many funny stories ahead. One could make a comedy outta it, I swear so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down, sip your cup, stretch your unshaved legs &amp; enjoy...&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;strong&gt;CASE 1:&lt;/strong&gt; THE DOGGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to that infamous BBQ at Doggy's. So I came. I paid extra attention to my appearance and to my behaviour, cuz, as we all know, guys have better eyes than anything else so if I wanna attract anyone, I ought to look decent.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I came, I sat down and felt amazing, cuz &lt;em&gt;THE guy&lt;/em&gt;, Doggy, was just besides me &amp; he looked super crunchy and he was really funny.....mmm, those eyes...those shoulders...that smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is too good to be true...", I was telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO IT WAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, a slim, cute, ash blonde girl came to Doggy and sat on his lap. =_=&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she is Doggy's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and she even slept at Doggy's as he was off to Prague the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There went my hopes. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASE 2:&lt;/strong&gt; THE RON GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this website in Slovakia similar to Friendster or Faceparty where people - including me - have their profiles and talk together, check out party photos, rate each other &amp;amp; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I stumbled upon a profile of a guy with the nickname B. U. N. N. Y. (only in Slovak) and he seemed quite cool... 20 years, 184cm, intelligent, cute, he resembled Ron Weasley to me with his red hair and a funny attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Few days later he messaged me and we've started to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?", said he.&lt;br /&gt;"Your worst nightmare!", retorded I.&lt;br /&gt;"Then I have a really pretty nightmare. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, he seems like such a lovely bunny. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later we had added each other to our ICQs. I checked out his contact details and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ladies &amp; gentleducks, he is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIFTEEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; years old. @_@ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't recovered from this blow! This is like, TOO MUCH! Ah, sigh, I almost wish I was 15 too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASE 3:&lt;/strong&gt; THE BYJ GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went by train from PN to BA and I went with a friend of mine, the daughter of grandma's neighbours. At the railway station we met up with friend's friend and THEN we met up with a guy, a mutual friend of these two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was dark-haired, had glasses, was quite short (I guess he was like 170cm or so) and he looked very intelligent &amp;amp; tender.&lt;br /&gt;The best feature?&lt;br /&gt;HIS SMILE RESEMBLED BAE JONG YOON'S ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmmmmm", I thought, "he looks so BYJ-ish!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some talking when I told them all that I'm just graduating this year...they told me what they're studying at the uni...there was international economy, medicine &amp; the guy's degree remained a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a devoted student of............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEOLOGY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD XD XD XD&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;I can't, I just CAN'T believe my "luck"!!!!! XD Obviously, there's already some taken 12 year old gay waiting for me behind the corner. Can you feel it too....? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-6782076603888356685?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6782076603888356685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=6782076603888356685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6782076603888356685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6782076603888356685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-love-life-rocks-ducks-sorry-guys-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-8670151251249178968</id><published>2007-04-05T12:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:26:46.734+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Catch Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an exciting time! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; I lost my nerves and apologised to Doggy and he invited me over a BBQ party right away. It almost seems like he was waiting just for my apology...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heheh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Well, and I also passed one his secret test - he told me to listen to one video by The Genesis...me, unsuspecting anything said I like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it's so nice &amp; relaxing.....and he said he's glad I like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he finds little understanding for music like this in people nowadays! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muahaha&lt;/span&gt;. ^^'''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, and then the BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;It should be on Sunday but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; isn't sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; on Monday he's leaving for Prague for a month to train and then play at some tournament so...&lt;br /&gt;Well, he said that he'll tell me when he'll know more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I in a Korean drama or am I in a Korean drama? ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;, not really a Korean one, nobody is as far from looking Korean as &lt;em&gt;Doggy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to get too excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm afraid that all this might go to waste and I'd be happy for nothing. I have no idea where will the BBQ be, who will come, when will we come, whether I can take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haku&lt;/span&gt; with...... NO IDEA. :P&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday already and I hope that he'll tell me all these details soon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday I also want to meet up with my kindergarten friend B and I must time manage this! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; DON'T wanna NOT to meet up with B or NOT to come to that BBQ. Or maybe the BBQ won't be at last....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO. IDEA!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; me &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kucci&lt;/span&gt; went out to play badminton and we've ended up playing it for three hours straight! :D HILARIOUS. I love love love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;loooove&lt;/span&gt; that game!!!!!! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;I bought new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yonex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;rackets&lt;/span&gt; and new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yonex&lt;/span&gt; shuttlecocks (I love this word, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;) so now the badminton is like never before! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; me &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kucci&lt;/span&gt; went out again to try to play tennis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we wanted to know whether there isn't some little Roger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Federer&lt;/span&gt; hiding in us, but, there REALLY isn't. @_@ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;OMFD&lt;/span&gt;, we have decided that we *MUST* learn that so after graduation (if we survive) we'll go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;PN&lt;/span&gt; and sign up for some freakishly intensive tennis course at those nice tennis courts nearby my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, we both love badminton but we can't play it when it's windy. Unlike tennis! Ha! So if we learn to play tennis, then let it be windy, it doesn't matter, we still can play! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I'm off to DD with Haku and my parents are off to the eastern Slovakia to check out the protestant Easter celebration. I'll sleep over at DD's and then, when I come back, my grandma will come and stay until Monday. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE IS KOOL. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I hope the Sunday will turn out well. It MUST. *_*&lt;br /&gt;But I'd better not say "YEAAAHHH" before everything clears out and turns out a certain way in order to prevent a possible disappointment. Hm? Life is very unpredictable, you know...especially mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off I go! Soon my father is here and he'll take me to DD's.... I'll be here tomorrow &amp;amp; maybe even quack here. :) Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-8670151251249178968?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8670151251249178968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=8670151251249178968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8670151251249178968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8670151251249178968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/04/catch-up-its-been-exciting-time-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-8734708848916174268</id><published>2007-03-31T01:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T02:01:19.782+02:00</updated><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;strong&gt;Like, &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doggy was online yesterday and he hadn't replied to neither of my messages. Like, &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;. This is how I ruin my illusions and the sprouting relationships of any sort! It seems like I'm an expert to this....maybe all I need is to THINK before ACTING. Or maybe I just need to be attracted towards a different sort of people. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I disappointed, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know. Right now I'm not, but once I see him again, I'll so be....&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie. As they say, &lt;em&gt;life is a bitch&lt;/em&gt;. Uh, that means I'm life or something? :P -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame, shame, shame.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ducky Princess, next time think twice before you do something impulsively. -_-&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;On another note, I've written the condolence card for Pom and the good-mood-card for ducky sis today and I'll send them out ASAP, that means, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;See? Life IS a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Pom's mom passed away and ducky sis might have been diagnosed with an awful "T" word which-must-not-be-said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, and have you seen &lt;a href="http://astrology.yahoo.com/chinese/general/yearingeneral/snake"&gt;my Year of the Pig all year horoscope&lt;/a&gt;? I'm Snake &amp; this is what Yahoo! Astrology says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snake Overview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Actually, 37% makes things look better than they are. This could be a very trying year indeed, as you and the Pig are on different wavelengths. To top it off, several unlucky stars have your number this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snake Rating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;37% (1 favorable, 2 neutral and 9 unfavorable months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snake Career&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one area where results might be satisfactory. You're not likely to win that big promotion, but you can make steady progress. Just do what you do and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snake Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is not a good year for marriage, for finding the love of your life, or even for taking an existing relationship to the next level. The Pig stirs up everything sensual about you, but if that leads to an impetuous decision, the results could be disastrous. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;--- BEEN THERE, DONE THAT!!!! ARGH!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snake Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Frustration over a series of setbacks could increase your stress level to a point where you might need to consult a health-care practitioner. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;--- I'm booking the nearest madhouse already, they're right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snake Wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are susceptible to at least one significant loss this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' awesome. =_=&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe in it? Well, kind of. Fuck. How kool, this year is the BREAKTHROUGH year with my grad, TOEFL, laser operation of eyes, the uni exams and maybe even the changing of the country! FUCK IT AH! I hope this forecast *IS* wrong, or else..... @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only positive thing is maybe my playing around with AP. Here's the awesomely gila result. Nothing fascinating but I'm proud anyways. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rg2kM3MY9LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/K9NmGqdV7_8/s1600-h/HRB+Harold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047871298233496754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rg2kM3MY9LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/K9NmGqdV7_8/s400/HRB+Harold.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I'm tired, it's 2am. =_=&lt;br /&gt;I AM TIRED OF THIS LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;And I so hate myself. Doggy??? FORGET HIM, YOU BITCH. Ah, sigh. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-8734708848916174268?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8734708848916174268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=8734708848916174268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8734708848916174268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8734708848916174268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/like-duh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rg2kM3MY9LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/K9NmGqdV7_8/s72-c/HRB+Harold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-4771332713133900603</id><published>2007-03-30T00:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:39:00.695+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Letter To Ex-Bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello Ex-Bf*,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found the right mood to reply to both your letters and your e-mail. Thanks for the bday wish! I won't be blahblahing around here, it's late and tomorrow I have a busy day and I really don't fancy looking and feeling like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were talking about yourself "hating things being like this between us" and about many things from which I understood that you still sort of like me *that* way.&lt;br /&gt;Erm....so....what's this issue about?&lt;br /&gt;And what "THINGS" between us do you mean?!&lt;br /&gt;I offered you my friendship and you had ignored it, saying, "friends just doesn't say anything". I'm quoting your own letter now! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly get back to you or anything. You're far away and I'm tired of long-distance relationships, I'm busy and concentrating on my graduation, the portfolios and TOEFL and most importantly, I'm over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too harsh &amp; straightforward here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry, you know I've always been like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your letters &amp;amp; your emails I've gotten the feeling that you haven't changed a damn single bit. Don't ask me for details, it's just the feeling I have and which I can't describe coherently.&lt;br /&gt;And please, this is just a stupid irrelevant detail, but I don't like getting letters without any greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...what about me &amp; guys? Why do you mind me "seeing other guys"? Boy, even my own mother may mind it, I still wouldn't care.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still single but I am really liking one guy now. He doesn't fit into my former preferences at all, he's reddish blonde, got blue eyes and he's probably a cocky, arrogant and super cute and lovable tennis player......so this is a challenge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? My mind is just on so many other things. Thank you for all those beautiful times and everything, thank you for the best holiday ever and maybe we'll see each other in September, if Limkokwing accepts me. I'm applying for La Salle as well but I am afraid I've missed on the scholarship deadline and no scholarship to LS = no LS cuz it's expensive like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes..money....would you still accept a gf of yours to pay for you?!&lt;br /&gt;Do you still whine at your empty wallet?&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, that sucks, if you do. Learn not to do that before you step into another relationship, cuz most of girls aren't as patient, compassionate and impulsive with money as I was; in fact, most of them would just walk away from you right away thinking that "gentleman" is an unknown word to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this letter is full of nasty things &amp; I didn't feel great writing it but leaving this issue unfinised would be nasty too. Sorry. Life's a bitch, as they say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;Mich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would oh so hate me for putting this on my blog! MUAHAHA! He had always talked shit about how I dare to blog about things that had something to do with our r'ship.....idiot, WTD. My life, my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm such a bitch, right? @_@ :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-4771332713133900603?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4771332713133900603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=4771332713133900603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4771332713133900603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4771332713133900603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/letter-to-ex-bf-hello-ex-bf-ive-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-10116388032063064</id><published>2007-03-29T15:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:48:20.767+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Men'/><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;strong&gt;Ducking Accurate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like &lt;a href="http://potatomusmaximus.blogspot.com/2007/03/colorgenics-i-just-did-this-test-with.html#links"&gt;PotatomusMaximus &lt;/a&gt;did, I had done it too &amp; I took the &lt;a href="http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/"&gt;Colorgenics&lt;/a&gt; test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are trying to establish yourself and make an impact despite the fact that everything around you seems to be against you - putting up barriers, but don't be unduly concerned: you have the right ideas and come what may, they will soon be manifested and appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always anxious to accept the role of the leader, as indeed you often work well with people - but try to stay out of the limelight. You'd like a life of ease with no one to rock the boat and someone who understands you is so important in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a very proud individual, you tend to hold yourself aloof pretending that you are stoical - indifferent to pain and pleasure. This is not so, for in truth you are an extremely emotional individual, one that may make a hasty decision and perhaps regret it at leisure. It is time now to break the bond of detachment and be the 'you' that you would like to be - give vent to your emotions and enjoy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setback after setback has resulted in considerable stress and now you have got to the stage where you are continuously on your guard, not only to protect yourself from others but to protect yourself from yourself. It would seem that many of your unfulfilled hopes and dreams have led to uncertainty and suspicion. You no longer wish to answer to others and you are insisting on freedom of thought. You feel that you are fully self-sufficient and can control your own destiny. You are seeking ways to protect yourself from further loss of prestige and against further setbacks. You have become very dependent and you doubt that matters could possibly get any better in the immediate future and this negative attitude is leading you to exaggerate your claims and to refuse reasonable compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are trying to build up your own position and you resist all external influences. You insist that you are your own person and you will not tolerate any outside interference. Decisive and proud, you are true managerial material.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so ducking accurate, I can't even believe it. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just did something stupid &amp; I'm regretting it. Oh, I'm such a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago I msged Doggy. He didn't reply despite being online. Sure, my ego was hurt. So today I msged him something about yesterday when I might had seen him (dunno, it was dark) coming home when I was out with Haku and then I added:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's no place for paranoias of your choice, even though you seem to have an affection towards them...it's a nice place for walks with a dog! :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MORE PATHETIC CAN I GET?!&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself, I'm such an annoying bitch and I *know* he thinks so too. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;We know each other maybe for a week or so? Yet, I dunno what I want. I'm annoying &amp; stuid, thankyouverymuch, I know it &amp;amp; I feel like kicking my own ass for that. =_= @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this match is lost for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to DD with her new bf who endlessly loves her and she didn't have to move a finger for getting him...it just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off with Haku now.....and not *there*. KL, where are you? I need you! New life, new problems!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-10116388032063064?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/10116388032063064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=10116388032063064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/10116388032063064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/10116388032063064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/ducking-accurate-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-2851606746176768308</id><published>2007-03-27T18:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:12:49.153+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Life'/><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;strong&gt;What Are The Odds...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...of Doggy living on a street to where I went with Haku for a walk &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt; 2 days ago AND I was standing in front of Doggy's house, not suspecting anything, for good 5 mins cuz Haku was strangely attracted to it? I see the beginning of this street from my window, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...of learning from Doggy himself that me &amp; him went to the same primary school &amp;amp; were taught by the same teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is just &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; absurd. :D ^^;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must do something about this..... I think I do want him, maybe I'm attracted to him cuz he's so diligent &amp; hard-working and introverted....sounds like my opposite, hahaha...! Either way, he's a nice guy, although he's strangely paranoid about people knowing where he lives. :P Maybe it's cuz of his famous father who won the men's singles Gold Medal at the Olympics 1988?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should be thankful that I'm no tennis freak! If this case was my case, he would be afraid of his life. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, even if you know whom I'm talking about, don't say his name aloud here! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what's new?&lt;br /&gt;We're writing written graduations now. Yesterday was the mother tongue essay, today was nothing and tomorrow will be English. It's annoying...especially the fact that I MUST be there at 7.45am and I MUSTN'T be late!!!! If I'm late, they won't allow me to enter the class and I'll have to write it later. Pain in the ass. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what else?&lt;br /&gt;I have an event to attend as hostess on Sunday. I'm looking forward to it cuz a little financial injection is exactly what I need now. Then I can pay up the framers' and finally give my cousin the aquarel. Whoops, I'm more than one month late, ain't that kool. -_- :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the fitness to take with the schedules and prices. It's kool! On Saturday evening they offer one hour long Body Dance, during the week they offer Body Complet, Fitball and etc.! ^^&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like the laziest glutton ever and I can't stand it anymore. As soon as my cold is gone, I'll go exercise and move my fat ass around. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I'm going to make one poster now cuz I have a kool tennis (haha, yes) idea in my mind. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-2851606746176768308?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2851606746176768308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=2851606746176768308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2851606746176768308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2851606746176768308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-are-odds.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1212638820730307405</id><published>2007-03-24T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T01:14:52.679+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flirt Or Not &amp; The 360 Degree Change Of My Standard On Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SMSing with my boy friend Em today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hey you! Whaddya doin? :D"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; "I'm sitting in a cafe at the XY street thinking of you. ;) And you? :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "I'm sitting in a cafe at the XX street thinking of sexy, blond and arrogant tennis players! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; "Sob....and I can play tennis! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "BUT! You're not blonde!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; "So I'll bleach my hair! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazing.&lt;/em&gt; Kucci says he was just joking, but I wouldn't be so sure. He had invited me over for a coffee twice but it never worked out (not that I mind it). :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I've talked to Doggy and he has replied to my msg on one stupid Slovak website a la Friendster where we both have profiles.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all my motivation for schooling as he's not gonna attend school regularly anymore cuz of his trainings. -_- NO MORE VISUAL PARADISE ON MATHS. Sigh. @_@ T_T :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am such a stupid 14 year old BSB fan.&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahaha. OK, I'm not, but I'm behaving like one. Very primitive. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Doggy has replied to that msg, so I've replied to him as well, caressing his ego (as you men like it). I typed there something playful along the lines of hoping to see him at Roland Garros next year and asking him where is he in the ranking of junior players and also I've offered to bring him some notes from the school if he wants as we're practically neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud on that msg. XD&lt;br /&gt;I let go of my pride and behaved like a stupid chick and now I'm testing it...wahahhahah....you BET he'll be glad. XD Poor boy, he doesn't know he's the only and the most important part of my test. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this leads me to one thing.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was SO RIGHT when she said 6 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You know, it's like, now you like guys who are similar to you and later on, you'll find out that you go for your complete opposites in whichever aspects."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe her. Now I do. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My former standard on guys meant dark hair, dark eyes, Asians preferred and well, if the guy had to be an angmoh, I preferred an exotic look as well. I'd prefer sexy archs &amp;amp; designers with a lovely personality. Think Lee Min-Hyung in Winter Sonata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY go for arrogant tennis players with blonde/reddish hair with blue or green eyes. OMD!!!! XD Think Doggy or Andy Roddick, Kucci's eternal love. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW FUNNY IS THIS?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was oh so right. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better go to bed right now, it's 1.14am, and I'm sooooooooo tired! *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1212638820730307405?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1212638820730307405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1212638820730307405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1212638820730307405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1212638820730307405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/flirt-or-not-360-degree-change-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-9043480760875200762</id><published>2007-03-21T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:34:42.436+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Illusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://astrology.yahoo.com/astrology/general/dailyextended/pisces"&gt;today's horoscope &lt;/a&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Not all illusions are false -- sometimes they are just sneak previews of what is to come! It's time to see the glass of water as half full, and make the choice to hope for the best. The conclusion of what is coming to pass over the next few days is still unknown, so why not choose to believe that everything will work out just fine? Visualize the best-case scenario. You won't be fooling yourself -- you'll just be setting the stage for a very happy ending."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*visualizes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_*&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my own shock, *he* is &lt;em&gt;reddish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;blue&lt;/em&gt; eyes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Asian. No dark haired poodle. No S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, S is fading away from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plays tennis, he's over 190cm and he looks like a super cute Golden Retriever puppy, hence I call him Doggy (just in the circle of my friends). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! I KNOW him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;! *_* Not deeply though, we greet each other &amp;amp; talk on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt; sometimes but, I AM WORKING ON IT. ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this horoscope DOES say the truth. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-9043480760875200762?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/9043480760875200762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=9043480760875200762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/9043480760875200762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/9043480760875200762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/illusions-my-todays-horoscope-says-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-6142305608116225815</id><published>2007-03-21T19:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:18:26.772+01:00</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;strong&gt;The Super Shocking Saturday Continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my &lt;a href="http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/super-shocking-saturday-i-have-to-have.html#links"&gt;previous entry&lt;/a&gt; I've quacked about how weird life had been in Saturday and how many shocking things had I gotten to known then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, this was a difficult grammar and I'm SURE it's all wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom called me two times, once on March 17, then on March 18, both in weird and very late times. I thought he wanted to congratulate me but as he had been calling in such stupid times, I SMSed him, saying that next time he calls me, he'd better check out the local time here cuz I actually also need some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 1.11am (I remember it precisely) I woke up on the annoying sound of my cellphone announcing an SMS.&lt;br /&gt;I got up, took my mobile phone and with very sleepy eyes opened it. And to my utter horror, I read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mich, u know why I wasted ur bedtime n woku u up, my mom is dead, she died last saturday night, i've nobody, God is not fair he took my family T_T"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;O_O @_@&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get over this. And then, poor Pom! If *I* can't get over this, what about HIM?! Fuck, I so wanna be with him but I can't. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with this year?! O_o&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so sad &amp; weird. Like my Bruneian friend's possible diagnosis or like Pom's loss.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is also so happy &amp;amp; weird. Like Peng coming back or me getting to know one crunchy yummy guy whom I call Doggy cuz he looks like a cute Golden Retriever puppy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this later, thought.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MINUTE OF SILENCE FOR POM'S MOM!!!!!! T___T&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo sorry, dear Pom. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-6142305608116225815?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6142305608116225815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=6142305608116225815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6142305608116225815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6142305608116225815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/super-shocking-saturday-continues-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1840878841872438003</id><published>2007-03-19T00:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:56:48.730+01:00</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;strong&gt;The Super Shocking Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to have my mud mask on for 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; and because it's over 12.30am, I shall write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quackly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I AM TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;There were many amazing and absurd things happening during this weekend, but I'd like to highlight the Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've gotten to know three shocking things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one - my friend quit her Fashion Design course and she's going for Tourism instead. O_o WOW! That was a BIG shock for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; before she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; wanted to do this FD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one - MY FRIEND MIGHT HAVE THE BRAIN TUMOR. I'm so fucking scared of her. I'm as 'religious' as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mousepad&lt;/span&gt; but I am SO GONNA PRAY FOR HER. @_@ I'm so scared!!!!!! Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;godness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE MUST BE HEALTHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE MUST BE HEALTHY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE MUST BE HEALTHY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's enough that she had to break up with her long-term bf because of religion and everything.....I can't imagine that pain and vacuum she must be feeling now!&lt;br /&gt;Well! NO! That obviously wasn't enough! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;*THIS* danger of having the tumor had to come as well. God, if you exist, then I'd like to kick your ass. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AARGHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!! I'm so angry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm so desperate! I can't help her, I can only cuss and try to lift her mood. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aiyaaah&lt;/span&gt;. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, PRAY WITH ME FOR HER HEALTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't even know her, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;WTD&lt;/span&gt;, you can pray anyways, it's nice to be good at least once a year, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, and the third thing. That was damn WEIRD! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Taiwanese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; (pseudonym), the asshole guy and before one of my best friends ever?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I lost the contact with him like six years ago or so because of him. He chose to ignore me and after few desperate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;attempts&lt;/span&gt; for contact from my side I lost my patience (I have some pride too), told him that he's an asshole and I don't wanna talk to him anymore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;He, then emailed me something along the lines of a deep apology but I was still pissed off and ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean drama, I know. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since then I hadn't thought about him at all, save from YESTERDAY. Yesterday was the first time my thoughts drifted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; after like six years and I silently asked myself how had he been and how weird it is that he's not in my life anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I felt really sorry for all this happening. I liked him a lot, you know! He was like a brother to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so, after that I logged into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; and quacked a bit with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Manis&lt;/span&gt; and Teresa and all my duckies......&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEN~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an instant message.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remembered my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;all that time&lt;/em&gt;. And I remembered his, by the way (that's VERY rare, I &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; remember dates!).&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if I'm STILL so angry at him, he said he felt horribly sorry for being such an ass, he said he regretted it million times and that he missed me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then said he realized that I was a beautiful part of his life and by losing me, he felt like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;something is &lt;/span&gt;missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? We were REALLY great friends, really, almost like siblings. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;WTD&lt;/span&gt;!!!! O_o&lt;br /&gt;I lost all my ability to speak and then virtually squealed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;PENG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?????? I'm so shocked!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've talked. And it felt so warm and fuzzy like...like an old friend coming back. ^^ Only now I've realized that I DID miss him, even though, just subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life just AMAZING? ^___^&lt;br /&gt;I don't think about a certain person for six years, then ONE DAY I think about him wondering how is he doing AND 20 mins after that HE ACTUALLY CONTACTS ME.&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, duckies, don't tell me that there's no DESTINY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;And sad as well. u_u&lt;br /&gt;Please, &lt;strong&gt;pray for my friend&lt;/strong&gt;. I love her so much and she had gone through so many hard times......this just CAN'T be happening to her! T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey, Allah! Don't be so cruel to her, she loves You so much!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1840878841872438003?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1840878841872438003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1840878841872438003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1840878841872438003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1840878841872438003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/super-shocking-saturday-i-have-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-4105089020575039786</id><published>2007-03-17T01:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T02:15:28.911+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Legal Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an important DAY (NIGHT)!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD TODAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^___^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042691878050625906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rfs9i7b0eXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/x_TaJ6UqNw4/s400/Mushu1resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes, I have finally reinstalled my Photoshop and resized a pic so here it is. I am so mysteriously beautiful, glamorous and sexy, I hope your bulus are glittering from jealousy (just kidding ok! :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CHILDHOOD IS OFFICIALLY GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;And how cool!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go get my EU passport issued asap cuz in case I get to LKW or La Salle, I don't want to experience what I had experienced before; the KLIA police thinking about me that I'm some whore from Eastern Europe. ARGH. Such a degradation of me! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really believe in horoscopes but since today is so SPECIAL, lemme check out my Pisces &amp; Snake horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISCES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you have a somewhat busy day today, make an effort to get things done as soon as you can -- you will need some free time in the afternoon so you can daydream about your future. Sound silly to schedule fantasy time? It's not -- in fact, it's just as important as a doctor's appointment or a staff meeting. Your imagination requires maintenance, and &lt;strong&gt;you need to get some imagining done so you can recognize a dream coming true when it happens&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNAKE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home is where your heart is today, and that's where you'll want to be. Others may engage in pettiness, but there is no need for you to join in, as this is a very favorable day for you. Focus on spending time with the family and making your home a better place. &lt;strong&gt;If you're single, do something to improve your appearance; your love life will thank you for it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting as always. ^_^ &lt;a href="http://astrology.yahoo.com/astrology/"&gt;The credits Go HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super tired now, it's past 2am already, but I'll quack more after I get some wonderful WEEKEND SLEEP. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay quacked, there's lot to quack about including my &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;golden-retriever-resembling-super-cute-tennis-player-crush&lt;/em&gt; (who's successfully winning over S in terms of my infatuation!), the public transport fucked up rules and everything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks a million hubooby, Seb and Munie for your super quick congratz! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-4105089020575039786?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4105089020575039786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=4105089020575039786&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4105089020575039786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4105089020575039786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/legal-age-this-is-important-day-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/Rfs9i7b0eXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/x_TaJ6UqNw4/s72-c/Mushu1resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-3592829044436252053</id><published>2007-03-14T00:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:59:45.482+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><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;strong&gt;Aiyah~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I came home from an unexpected theatre premiere of one contemporary Slovak play, I was there with my father and 'our' balcony was also occupied by the Slovak president &amp; the first lady, the governor of the Slovak national bank and his wife, the president's bodyguard and another two, probably important, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt REALLY underdressed cuz I was wearing my terracota brown corduroy pants, the red long top, the polka dot top and my white shoes. CORDUROY to the theatre premiere with the president and all these important people.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily they didn't give a flying duck about me so it was no faux pas (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, and the GD dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that I draw good portraits and that there *is* something but if I came to the exams with a portfolio like this, I wouldn't have passed cuz it's not about GD at all.&lt;br /&gt;A good sign is, that he wants to meet up with me again in about 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I like this, because he is known for yelling at students that they suck and etc., so the fact that he even wants to see me must mean something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find rather idiotic is that me, a grammar school person &lt;em&gt;interested&lt;/em&gt; in studying GD is asked to build a GD portfolio! He told me to design some posters, logos and etc. and show it to him. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah. More on this logic lacking AFAD thing later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enroling to Limkokwing now! HUHUHUHUUU!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1am liao, I know.......I'd better enrol quackly and go to bed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'Nite! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-3592829044436252053?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3592829044436252053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=3592829044436252053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3592829044436252053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3592829044436252053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/aiyah-okay-i-came-home-from-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-5808059821391232471</id><published>2007-03-13T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T11:37:04.699+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed me? ^^&lt;br /&gt;I've returned two days ago from PN (and my spring holiday is over T_T) but I was too lazy and tired (esp yesterday) to quack anything here.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm waiting for my mother to come here with my portfolio and I'll add some more stuff in there and voila! I'm off to AFAD to meet with the head of the Graphic Design faculty! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to know whether I have some GD potential or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering me being 39th at the exams from 109 people and WITHOUT any diligent work before the exams (and without knowing people at AFAD; in SVK that helps &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;) I think I ended up very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other GD dude even said I must be miraculous! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teheheheee, I'd like to be miraculous but such things rarely happen. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was talking to Manis yesterday and we had came to a conclusion that GUYS ARE STUPID. Where's your courage, eh?! *YOU* are the ones we want to make the 1st step, even though it's 21st Century!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry my boy friends, I love you all so much (and Ilkka the most, he has no competition! 30% discount! HAHA!!! ^_~) but really!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; flirting with a girl and hinting her your interest, make sure you are &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt; your ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just stupid to play with us like this.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh yes, we girls do the same to you cuz we're bitches, so I apologize for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be on a pure rice diet today. I'm feeling weird and weak. UGH! Well, maybe a nice miso shiro with seaweed would do me good as well. ^^&lt;br /&gt;YUM YUM YUM, the miracles of the light &amp; healthy AZN cuisine!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! This entry is TOTALLY random! :P But what do you expect me to quack after 5 days of silence??? About the iraqi crisis? O_o&lt;br /&gt;Let me continue my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling tired even though I've slept like 8 hours what's completely UNIMAGINABLE for me normally. From Sun to Mon I slept hardly 4 hours. @_@ I looked so charming then, like a panda in a washing mashine! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 17 is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* MY 18th BIRTHDAY (someone take me to London, I miss that city!)&lt;br /&gt;* The SCHOLARSHIP APPLICATION for La Salle DEADLINE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUUUHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D Exciting, isn't it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I plan to go to the police office on March 18th and getting my EU passport. I'll never forget the moment when the Malaysian dudes at KLIA were examining my (Slovak) passport for good 20 mins and then my ex's dad told me that probably they had thought that I'm some whore from Eastern Europe. OMD. @_@ TERIMA KASIH. Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;I've found out that I'm not an EARTH Snake, but a FIRE Snake. According to the website (dunno which one anymore) red is my lucky color so I should wear it often. OK. I'm doing so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I'm feeling so weak, I dunno why. @_@ I really should sleep more. I VOW TO GO TO BED AT 11PM TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of randomness. VSVU soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-5808059821391232471?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5808059821391232471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=5808059821391232471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5808059821391232471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5808059821391232471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-d-missed-me-ive-returned-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-7474239124269131552</id><published>2007-03-08T15:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:52:34.699+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irrelevant Rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On ProGamers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just watching the Arirang's Heart To Heart talkshow and there was this Polish dude with an honorable 'job' of a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;StarCraft ProGamer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the honoruable Korean ProGamers team.&lt;br /&gt;Now, StarCraft is some stupid e-game where you probably kill some weirdos. I suppose it's like in all games for little boys; if you don't kill them, they'll kill YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love intelligent games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's StarCraft:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.applied-mathematics.net/hobby/PCgames/classic/fullsize/starcraft.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.applied-mathematics.net/hobby/PCgames/classic/fullsize/starcraft.png"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Credits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This dude was a TYPICAL computer id....erm, geek. White as a ghost with glassy, empty eyes, 44kg, arms thinner than mine and a messy, ugly hair. He was wearing a white-lime green TEAM CLOTHING consisting of ugly pants and an ugly hoody. Cannot tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was speaking on how they're practising their idiotic StarCraft &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 hours a day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and how it's very difficult, how he has no time and how the Korean computer idiots are much much better than those in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a nice Polish (ah, the irony!) cartoon concerning the StarCraft Geeks. It's in Polish but I kind of understand it, so I'll translate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RfAeTZnLg2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lk8qiVm74eU/s1600-h/starcraft.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039561301669151586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RfAeTZnLg2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lk8qiVm74eU/s400/starcraft.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Year 1998:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig: "What Are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;The owl: "I'm playing StarCraft."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year 2005:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig: "?"&lt;br /&gt;The owl: "I'm playing StarCraft."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year 2020:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The pig: "?"&lt;br /&gt;The owl: "I'm playing StarCraft."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year 2060:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig: "Oh no! Are you playing StarCraft?!"&lt;br /&gt;The owl: "I'm downloading its newest stuff!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA, how accurate. The credits are *&lt;a href="http://paski.org/paski/starcraft.gif"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;*. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to E-gamers.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KIND OF JOB IS THAT ANYWAYS?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh duckness, I have a classmate who wants to become an e-gamer/progamer (however you call it) too and he so resembles this Polish dude. Only I dunno if this Polish dude also fancies porn with animals?! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are &lt;em&gt;DERANGED&lt;/em&gt; and nobody's gonna persuade me about the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest thing is, how importantly and normally is it regarded in Korea. Like, the e-gamers there are sort of heroic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroic for what ah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For masturbating 13 hours a day while playing idiotic games?! For being able to kill few virtual dudes in a virtual world with virtual everything?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, you hero, you've killed so many enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I kick your 3cm thin arm, it'll get broken and you'll start crying cuz you're too weak to lift your sweaty hand from the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the irony again, there's this weekly (or even daily?) E-GAME MAGAZINE at Arirang now. The host is talking about how the dudes are playing, what they're playing, what strategies are they using and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched it once.&lt;br /&gt;In this episode 6 dudes went to the hairstylist to get a sexy haircut and then they had a photoshoot. OMFG, I thought I was hallucinating. A HAIRSTYLIST! A PHOTOSHOOT!!! For what ah? For some stupid upcoming e-gamers masturbating competition?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when I'll have a son, I'll NEVER let him even touch games like these. @_@ I can't risk him possibly dreaming about becoming a ProGamer. NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dudes should get a life, a girlfriend (so they won't be left to masturbating in front of hentai) and a brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live and let live&lt;/em&gt;, they say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo tolerant but I can't understand these retards. If you happen to be an e-gamer reading my blog, at least you know now WHAT I think about your pathetic existence, thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh and on another note, I'm off top Piestany today and I'll be fucking busy. Aiyaaah! I'm supposed to work on my portfolios, learn English cuz of the TOEFL and there are voices whispering me stuffs about MATHS too but I dunno if I won't commit suicide hearing that word again. ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care duckies and see you on Sunday! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-7474239124269131552?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7474239124269131552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=7474239124269131552&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7474239124269131552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7474239124269131552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-progamers-i-was-just-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RfAeTZnLg2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lk8qiVm74eU/s72-c/starcraft.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-2099126460344601205</id><published>2007-03-06T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:04:43.407+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Men'/><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;strong&gt;@_@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the previous entry:&lt;/em&gt; Okay, I'd love to hug him (S) twice too. Or thrice. Why not ah! HAHAHA!!! He looks so funny &amp; serious, that's the sexiest combination EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know that normal people find curly guys with rim-less glasses super fugly but I AM DIFFERENT. Teheheheheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I said I don't love him? Fuck, I dunno. But probably not. It's 50:50 I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I knew myself at least a tiny bit. -_-'''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nearest suitable test date for me is March 23th. FUCKING NEARBY!!!!!!! I AM SCARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was just threatening me that if I don't get into LKW/Cenfad/LA SALLE, I'll have to stay here &amp;amp; work. SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if I can make the TOEFL. Well, hopefully yes....... I MUST. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-2099126460344601205?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2099126460344601205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=2099126460344601205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2099126460344601205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2099126460344601205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-previous-entry-okay-id-love-to-hug.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1712083219554426773</id><published>2007-03-06T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:59:26.524+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brand New Episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have expected *THIS*?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I've came across a website of one (pretty good) Slovak poprock group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(I'm giving out the link &lt;strong&gt;on request&lt;/strong&gt; only! I couldn't possibly tahan *them* tracking my blog back cuz of me stupidly linking their band. @_@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; IS THE BASSGUITARIST &amp; VOCALIST THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice website. &lt;strong&gt;Many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have one picture with solely S opened up....but.....know what?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't love him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Because if I did, I would be dead and in tears already...or in 7th Heaven or wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all I do, is look at this pic with a nostalgic smile and I sigh. I sigh like "Ah, those were the times..", not like "Ah, I wish he was mine.." and even though I STILL think he's a cutie, I don't feel anything special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed, though!&lt;br /&gt;He's good like hell!!! I didn't know he's *THAT* talented....plus points, S. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life an on-going happening full of absurd experiences? ^___^&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;Thinking about it again, I WOULD love to hug him, Just once!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1712083219554426773?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1712083219554426773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1712083219554426773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1712083219554426773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1712083219554426773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/brand-new-episode-who-would-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-7597415350133542940</id><published>2007-03-05T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:45:44.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cannot Tahan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, hubooby &amp; Herman for talking to me even though I have a "DON'T talk to me." thingy written on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe you so much. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and I hate Maths anyways.&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;I bought the Muskmelon &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milkis"&gt;Milkis&lt;/a&gt; by LOTTE recently in the "Foreign Food" TESCO section. It's a Korean drink (and the&lt;em&gt; only&lt;/em&gt; Korean drink available here T_T) and I'm really turned off by the supposed MILK in it (I *HATE* milk) but still I wanna try it! AAAAAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a sip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not THAT bad la.&lt;br /&gt;But not THAT good also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off the MILK there. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very stupid entry, right. Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-7597415350133542940?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7597415350133542940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=7597415350133542940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7597415350133542940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7597415350133542940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/cannot-tahan-thank-you-hubooby-scott.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-7097483178829403515</id><published>2007-03-04T01:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T02:16:55.898+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><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;strong&gt;An Ode To Holidays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPRING HOLIDAYS&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;*Me* have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; *_*&lt;br /&gt;9 days of FREEDOM. Well, a relative one, I must study for two fucking tests, make one Immanuel Kant assignment and paint, paint, paint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up around 9am but then I've realized - and couldn't believe my sheer luck - that I have HOLIDAYS. No school. No stress. No hatred. No fake assholes. No fucking profs. No tests. No shallow topics being discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P. E. A. C. E.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe it. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, normal people don't wake up at 9am (and on &lt;em&gt;Saturdays&lt;/em&gt; somemore, OMP) so I hugged Leif (that's my plushy elk hahah...probably my only love here in SVK after Kucci and Haku) tightly, put my nose under the blanket and slept until 12.30pm. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so much relief and shock after realizing that I have holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Holi days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLY DAYS???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed they are HOLY....... Please, don't disturb this religious fiesta of mine. I don't believe in God, I believe in HOLY DAYS. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try some loving religious poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;An Ode To Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, holy holidays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You free time of mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't let you end your time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, holy Holy Days&lt;br /&gt;I sacrificed my all for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you're here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, holy holidays,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You bring me peace &amp; joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The anger &amp;amp; hatred walks away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Holy Days, STAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was sooooo from my stressed out, empty heart. *_* I sill feel hatred &amp; anger though, I can't take my mind off everything that's troubling me.... I need time, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;I'll recover hopefully just when will my be Holy Days ending. And I'll jump into this nasty academic shitty hole all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna think about it. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest trouble among all is the MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please, PLEASE, God, IF YOU HAPPEN TO EXIST, DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT FUCKING MATHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I *SERIOUSLY* cannot tahan it anymore. &lt;strong&gt;I. JUST. CANNOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I didn't need it, I don't need it, I will NEVER EVER IN MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE need it!!!!!!! Yet I have to study for it &amp;amp; be tutored ALL THE FUCKING TIME while I wanna concentrate on more important things, for example, &lt;em&gt;MY THREE PORTFOLIOS&lt;/em&gt;, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAARGGGHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm vulgar. So what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something that will spice up my life but in a GOOD, I repeat, GOOD way. Something interesting, something intriguing &amp; new, that will consume some part of my empty brain so I'll have some topic to think about.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think about GUYS though, cuz that's so superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, in fact, I'd like to get some boost in the area of art..... I need some fresh air, some new inspiration.....something that will keep me going on with my portfolio building, something that will make me think deep...something fresh &amp;amp; fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any idea?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago I wanted to start the Bollywood Dance cuz that seemed so new, fresh, funny &amp; fascinating to me, something different &amp;amp; inspirational.....but HA!&lt;br /&gt;As if *&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;* was here. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some Asian cooking lessons would be fun too, but HA! As if *&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;* was here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this country liao. -_-&lt;br /&gt;I need a change, I need a fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'd cheer up, if S hugged me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAA, I might as well leave for Singapore and stay there. :D ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is dragging on endlessly. I feel like quacking &amp; quacking &amp;amp; quacking on and on until the wee hours, but I know that it'd bore my few readers to death. Right? :)&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;In any case, I NEED TO BREATH A FRESH AIR. Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-7097483178829403515?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7097483178829403515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=7097483178829403515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7097483178829403515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7097483178829403515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/ode-to-holidays-spring-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-4121212180353609399</id><published>2007-03-01T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:18:29.871+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quackever'/><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;strong&gt;I Must Throw Away My Clothes!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't do that, they'll EAT me alive. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot tahan it anymore!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *bangs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tide up my tiny wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;Then I pick up one top, one jumper &amp; pants to wear.&lt;br /&gt;After I take it off when I come home, I put it on the chair/on the lowest shelf in the shelves by the wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day comes.&lt;br /&gt;I pick up different clothes and when I return, I do the same as the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day comes &amp;amp; the routine repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*repeat repeat repeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lowest shelf is full of wrinkled clothes once worn.&lt;br /&gt;I stuff even the "chair-clothes" to the lowest shelf, therefore it's even messier and even more wrinkled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TIDE IT UP..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. &lt;em&gt;You wish&lt;/em&gt;. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I start putting everything on the chair again. Then when I come home &amp; wanna sit by the PC, I take the pile of wrinkled clothes and throw them on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, when I'm off to bed, I take the wrinkly pile of clothes and throw them on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually some wrinkly pieces fall down, thus I mutter vulgarities under my nose, pick them up angrily &amp;amp; slam them at the chair again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day exactly the same procedure repeats.&lt;br /&gt;The day after that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A remarkably long time passes, I lose all my nerves and tide it all up. And then what? To get to know that, read this entry all over again. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*WHAT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do you advice me to do with this fucking bodoh habit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going berserk by now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have lots of clothes and yet this happens! ARGGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And all those idiotic WINTER CLOTHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;uck you! I hate jumpers (especially the woollen ones), various long-sleeved whatever and all those heavy winter boots!!!! *SIGHHHHHHHHH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the happiest ducky in a tank top/t-shirt, skirt/capri pants and flip-flops. Well, being barefoot is even better, but that also requires crazy-colored skimpy bikini, hot sand &amp; turquise water. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this la:&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;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m22/mochi1620/BoratOnBeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m22/mochi1620/BoratOnBeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA, that was a shock, wasn't it?! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, here is something better; I hope it will please the disgusted men's eyes after seeing Borat in sexy, skimpy, lime green...errr....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DICKINI????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; XDDD But hey! What about those chicks by him?! Liked it, eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANYWAYS&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumb13.shutterstock.com/photos6/display_pic_with_logo/61004/61004,1153957900,1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thumb13.shutterstock.com/photos6/display_pic_with_logo/61004/61004,1153957900,1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *ROOOAAARRRR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this I shall sign off and go check out some blogs. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-4121212180353609399?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4121212180353609399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=4121212180353609399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4121212180353609399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4121212180353609399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-must-throw-away-my-clothes-if-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-2960497158332672967</id><published>2007-03-01T18:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:15:22.734+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I weren't bodoh, I WOULD BE DRAWING/PAINTING &amp; STUDYING MATHS now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I'm bodoh, so I'm happily PROCRASTINATING. =_=''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU countries aren't visa-required in Singapore, are they???&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if it's as I think (that they are not), then my application deadline is on &lt;strong&gt;April 17th&lt;/strong&gt;, instead of April 1st!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've printed out billion of forms, documents, applications &amp;amp; etc. in order to have them all collected cuz who knows, I might even:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;get 30,0% from Maths --&gt; 4 --&gt; being accepted for graduation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;graduate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get accepted into La Salle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get the scholarship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;If all this happens, I'll come to S, French kiss him &amp; dance away singing ABBA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whohohooo, btw, I *can* work part-time in Singapore, ain't that cool? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll get accepted into La Salle though...still, LKW &amp;amp; Cenfad might accept me. Well, Cenfad is NOT replying my emails (ASSHOLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) so I think I'll apply just for LKW!!!!!!!!! GRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeh. 7.12pm. Me is tired liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting little headaches when staring at the PC for too long. I guess my body is controlling myself from being a PC maniac?? :P&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad for that cuz it also prevents me from blindness, fatal procrastination &amp; fatness at its best. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna draw something now &amp;amp; then.....the MATHS is waiting. @_#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be an university accepted grammar school graduatee already!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Korean food from food courts is awaiting me!!!!!! *____*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-2960497158332672967?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2960497158332672967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=2960497158332672967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2960497158332672967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2960497158332672967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-i-werent-bodoh-i-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-8986138902653087459</id><published>2007-02-27T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:02:35.841+01:00</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;strong&gt;Femme Fatale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm REALLY sexy now. I'll oh so make you horny with my TEA TREE OIL FACIAL MASK &amp; my FLUFFY PINK BATH ROBE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you choose Angelina Jolie over me? Surely not. ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very TRAUMATIZING SICKENING EXPERIENCE right now when I've opened the mango juice can/bottle/WTP and poured myself the rest that was left on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mysteriously dark in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smelled it &amp;amp; it smelled fine. Mango juice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sipped it. My tongue came across a LUMP in the juice......I turned on the light and - to my most horrific horror ever - saw that the 'lump' was a lump of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUNGUS&lt;/span&gt; in the juice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fucking gross, I've spent the past 10 mins by rising out my mouth, gulping down 10 litres of tea and eating up as quackly as possible some cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWWWW BLEEAAAUURGGHH. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read &lt;a href="http://audree.blogdrive.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aud's blog&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and also tried the &lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/"&gt;Past Life thingy&lt;/a&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See see, it's amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your past life diagnosis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Burma around the year 1825. Your profession was that of a artist, magician or fortune teller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your brief psychological profile in your past life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As a natural talent in psychology, you knew how to use your opportunities. Cold-blooded and calm in any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your task is to learn determination and persistency. Youd should not allow to let misfortunes take influence on your strong will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you remember now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Burmese artist/fortune teller/magician? O_o ^^;;;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds sooo exotic &amp; lovely. I love it! :D&lt;br /&gt;And that LESSON, OMD, I totally duckingly hella lot agree with it cuz I *DO* have to learn to be determinant &amp;amp; persistent!!!!! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be quite accurate afterall. :) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK la. Time to washj away my sexy facial mask. I hope I won't get rash now. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-8986138902653087459?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8986138902653087459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=8986138902653087459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8986138902653087459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8986138902653087459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/femme-fatale-im-really-sexy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-2153584199182065562</id><published>2007-02-27T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:28:38.229+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quackever'/><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;strong&gt;I'm Not A Sweet Duckling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! As if *this* was a surprise or something! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt; am I mentioning this obvious fact?&lt;br /&gt;It's because I've realized that when I come close to hating someone, it's SCARY. I'm as crude, rude &amp; mean as Snape to Harry.....and currently, one dude is experiencing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has started very innocently.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten to know him via DD. The dude (can I call him XY?) has fallen in love with DD. I have his ICQ so we were talking. &lt;em&gt;Blahblahbla&lt;/em&gt; here, &lt;em&gt;yadda-yadda&lt;/em&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;XY is too shy to confess to DD (I understand this cuz I couldn't confess to S for seven years; however, I was advising XY to confess to her ASAP so he won't find himself in the same situation as me) and we were talking about this.........gradually I've been getting to know him better and better and I've understood one crucial thing about him: HE IS AN IMMATURE KID WITH MORE INFERIORITY COMPLEXES THAN IS HEALTHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just a note, *ahem*, I hate guys like these, since I was with my then-bf who had inferiority complexes too &amp; he was trying to mask it by acting all macho while he didn't have the character of a gentleman! &lt;em&gt;(WTP la, my next bf will be prince William..! *giggles stupidly*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I was trying to accept &amp; respect him the way he is, I really was. I was almost successful but then last Friday (Feb 23) came and that had spoiled it &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XY &amp;amp; XZ (XY's friend) have asked DD if she doesn't wanna hang out with them in the downtown. She went, but under the condition of me going too because she knew about XY's love for her and she was scared of her mere life. :P&lt;br /&gt;So I went.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretending to be interested in those two fuckers bravely....and I was zoning out.....and wishing I was wherever else....and then, at 9.30pm I have excused myself, saying, I have to go cuz I must take a walk with my dog. DD went to sleep here so she went with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our lovely little chat these two dudes were asking me WHERE I live. I told them, unsuspecting the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later when I was with DD, these two assholes rang her up. They asked where we are &amp; where I live. DD wasn't able to tell them. After a while, they rang her up again. And AGAIN. And AGAIN. And AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;In total they rang her up for EIGHT times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they're coming to see us at where I live and they even had the fucking guts to ask *ME* where exactly I live!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say that I've sent XY an angry SMS saying, "NOBODY HAS INVITED YOU!!!!". Yet the XZ dude has asked me where I live. I told him to fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW can people be so fucking rude?!&lt;br /&gt;And don't those two feel that I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT THEM???!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaarrggghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was really a Hell Friday. *fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what's the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both XY &amp; XZ have DD's pics in their cellphones (without DD knowing about it!) and among these pics there is one with DD's lips.&lt;br /&gt;On that Friday DD was looking at that pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey, this is me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Both XY &amp; XZ pretending a surprise:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"REALLY?!&lt;/strong&gt; O_o"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking bet they're masturbating by it everyday. @_@ *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met with XY at the History of Art classes. Oh gosh. I just can't hide it how much I despise him, his skinny body, his no fashion taste, his annoying questions &amp; his inferiority complexes. Him &amp;amp; his girl friend were bitching something about me very silently but..... *yawns &amp; walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never get, WHAT DD sees at him....she talks to him as if nothing happened! @_@&lt;br /&gt;Pretty amazing, considering their chasing &amp;amp; masturbating tendencies!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I'd kick his grape-sized balls if he was worth such an activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Aupark today &amp; all those people were oh so funny to me. They're all so superficial!!!! @_@ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I felt all orgasmic seeing a Hilfiger logo but I see a big change (to the better) at me now. I suppose it has started BIG &amp; DEFINITE after visiting VSVU and deciding on my unis in all details.....it's like, I have finally understood that &lt;strong&gt;being original my own self&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; NOT a copycat following the latest trends, &lt;strong&gt;COUNTS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, Miss M. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's 11.24pm, I'm tired and I'm going to remove my make-up, take a shower, wash the hair and GO TO BED. Tomorrow I'm skipping the students works' showcase Cerebrum and instead of that I am looking forward for a LOOOONG sleep, a walk with Haku, a visit to the framery (?) where I'm going with my aquarell and another thing and last but not least - my cousin has a concert at 5.30pm somewhere so I'm most probably going to check her out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm VERY MUCH feeling like wearing no make-up tomorrow &amp;amp; going out in my PJs but I can't cuz it's too cold and who knows *when* will I meet T?! HA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm an ah lian afterall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys = *must look pretty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTP!!!!&lt;/span&gt; @_@ XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-2153584199182065562?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2153584199182065562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=2153584199182065562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2153584199182065562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2153584199182065562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-not-sweet-duckling-ha-as-if-this-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1858487207651819257</id><published>2007-02-26T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:13:33.519+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><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;strong&gt;Aquarel(l?)ing Around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Monday was less grumpy &amp; annoying than the USUAL Mondays....in fact, it went pretty well with my Southeast Asia presentation being appreciated and with my 1st aquarel(l?) of my life being almost completed in like an hour. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've painted...oh, you shall see, the lack of my English vocabulary doesn't permit me to describe it; too exhilarating! @_#&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing, it looks very relaxing. Yaaay. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing is, that I AM &lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;UCKING BROKE. Argh! Got 70Skk in my wallet for the rest of the week, unless the Lady Diana's charity doesn't support me or what! =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(70Skk is like 2 Euro and exactly RM10. ARGHH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight liao? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my evening after the art course by checking out the shops in Polus and watching My Super Sweet 16, The Hills &amp; The Laguna Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk about primitive enterntainment!&lt;/strong&gt; =_= :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like watching all those three series BUT it seems like my cashew-nut-sized brainie ain't capable of understanding *HOW* can those people be so fake &amp;amp; mean!!!&lt;br /&gt;I get it, they're rich.&lt;br /&gt;But why almost all those people function according to the equation RICH = MEAN???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'd dare to throw out a former-friend-now-nobody-special-to-me from my BBQ party (if I've ever done any, hah)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire this mean-ness (is that even a word?) though, cuz those people STAND UP for their opinions and they LIKE who they are. Slovaks should watch &amp; learn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other note, have you seen Christina's "&lt;strong&gt;Candyman&lt;/strong&gt;" video already? :)&lt;br /&gt;If not, watch it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbnKvlV4m_s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbnKvlV4m_s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I hope it's *really* embedded, if not, watch it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbnKvlV4m_s"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the perfectly created 40s styling!!!!!!! :D ^___^ She looks like the perfect pin-up girl (I LOVE pin-up girls cuz they're the epitomes of sexiness; unlike our average blonde playmates with big fake breasts) and I TOTALLY love the retro feeling it has! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera rocks ducks. ^^ I like her more &amp; more...in fact, she's my fav singer cuz I daresay there is NO ONE as talented as her now in the pop music business.....save for Timbaland and Justin Timberlake maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.12am!!!! @_@&lt;br /&gt;Must go wash hair. Sorry for no reply yet to your previous comments...I'll do it tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA! *kisses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1858487207651819257?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1858487207651819257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1858487207651819257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1858487207651819257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1858487207651819257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/aquarelling-around-this-monday-was-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-694135878298876841</id><published>2007-02-25T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:53:12.889+01:00</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-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another Weekend In PN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11.40pm, I've sketched one thing &amp; prepared few paintings for the Wed's scholar showcase of our works called "Cerebrum" (Brain) and of course, I've returned from PN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me is feeling VERY weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be that Maths overdose.... @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C (n, k) = n!/(n - k)! k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAH. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I've talked to hubooby today. FINALLY!!! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that Hyun, my Korean friend whom I haven't replied for over 1 year (!!!!) forgave me for being such a bitch and after reading my super apologizing email with my ICQ &amp;amp; blog details he has just.......&lt;strong&gt;added&lt;/strong&gt; me as if nothing happened. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even commented on my cbox! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hyun: Your friend is here now.My millitary service is 8 months left..haha;;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saranghaeyooooo, Huyn oppa!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad people like *him* and *hubooby* still exist. ^_^ And baibee, of course! ^^ And Munie....... If I hadn't told you yet - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyun is still in army - it takes 2 years in Korea - man, I'm curious on how he's doing...&lt;br /&gt;Army in Slovakia is no longer obligatory but I think that it'd do just GOOD to the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Let's take my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have 65kgs, 4kg hair gel, Hilfiger jumper, no strenght, no manners &amp; no IQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, okay, this was the description of UJ, but..... 99% of guys at my fucked up school is like that!!!!! *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all those SHOULDERS?! ARMS?! Eeeeh???? Probably in the past centuries or all at Rain's body..haha! :P *hubooby salivates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father told me that when *he* was 17, he had 98kg of full muscles (he's like 178cm tall) and when he was helping out his friend (the friend was building a house) he couldeasily put one sack of whatever worth 50kg on one shoulder &amp;amp; another 50kg sack on another shoulder!!!! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now we have METROSEXUALS everywhere and these "guys" are probably weaker than bedridden me with a 39.5C fever. -_- &lt;em&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bae Yong Joon rules anyways. B)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-694135878298876841?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/694135878298876841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=694135878298876841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/694135878298876841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/694135878298876841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-weekend-in-pn-its-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1428844768744049706</id><published>2007-02-20T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:17:04.538+01:00</updated><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;strong&gt;Are We Love Determined? O_o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How come that me &amp; my future arch &amp;amp; designer girl friends ALL go for arch &amp; designer like guys?&lt;br /&gt;And how come that the poodle looking guys also look like my mother?&lt;br /&gt;And how come that DD's preferance in guys clearly states that she likes guys resembling her eldest (and arch) bro?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo amazing. O_o&lt;br /&gt;Once I have read that daughters usually go for guys resembling their fathers or brothers and that's true in DD's case. In my case, of living just with my mother taking up also the role of the father, it must be that my preferance in guys will be, well.... I'll simply like guys who resemble my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses, curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM? &lt;em&gt;S, T, S-resembling guy No. 2?&lt;/em&gt; :P O_o HMMM?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing with the arch guys is even more amazing, though. WHY is it, that us, aspiring archs &amp;amp; designers like guys working in the same field?&lt;br /&gt;It's the same with other fields too. My aspiring economists friends like economists. The aspiring doctors like other doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking all these questions out of blue because today I have been to the opening of an AFAD gallery with the works of the AFAD students.&lt;br /&gt;Lemme explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have days when I dress up like some careless ganja-smoking artist and today was a day like that too. In our Hilfiger-Lacoste-D&amp;G school I naturally felt pretty out of place but when I had stepped into this gallery, I had found myself surrounded by other people looking like careless ganja-smoking artists and suddenly I felt so........HOME. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were students of photography all in khaki green and with freaky hairstyles. Bearded professors in tartan shirts. Girls in black with messy dreadlocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ARCHITECTURE &amp;amp; DESIGN STUDENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*melts into a glittery lake of salivating and nosebleeds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw three guys like these which were just....YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;You know how typical arch &amp; design students look like? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit longer hair (or shorter &amp;amp; artistically gelled up), wearing a stylish black coat, jumper under that and a scarf of *any* type. Most of them also wear glasses, mostly with plastic rim.&lt;br /&gt;HOT HOT HOT!!!! *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one guy who &lt;u&gt;totally&lt;/u&gt; fascinated me with his longer wavy, dark brown hair (S-style ---&gt; determination? mother resembling??), long black coat and a freakily colorful jumper under that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, seeing these arch guys makes me wonder if this love determination exists. Had I wanted to study, let's say, Microbiology, would I go for microbiologists? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.leoburnett.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LEOBURNETT.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's seriously the best website I've EVER seen!!!!! *_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1428844768744049706?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1428844768744049706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1428844768744049706&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1428844768744049706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1428844768744049706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/are-we-love-determined-oo-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-3500928701533422904</id><published>2007-02-19T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T00:01:48.851+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quackever'/><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;strong&gt;Meow Meow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's almost midnight &amp; I still have to take a shower so I think I'll do this in the dry and boring bullet-point way. Sorry la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep thinking about S. AARRGGGHHHHHH. I want to forget him, but I CAN'T!!!!! @_@ The only solution for me is to leave this country and that's on what I'm working hard! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haven't seen T for a while so my nasty plan of somehow inviting him for a tea can't work out! :P Good, at least I have enough time for gaining my missing courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends said I look like a cat. Wahahaha!!!! MEOW MEOW!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even after that tuition I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3/16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; points. I AM FUCKING GOING TO FUCKING BURN ALL MY FUCKING NOTEBOOKS &amp;amp; DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT THAT FUCKING MATHS ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER I DO ABOUT IT, I *ALWAYS* FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*throws things around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GONG XI FA CAI!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ^___________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate my fucking school. SO MANY ASSIGNMENTS TO DO. Yesterday I went to bed past 1.30a, cuz I was working on the Southeast Asia presentation for Geo seominar which had to be *flawless* cuz the prof hates me more than Snape hates Harry Potter and I didn't want to give her the joy of telling me how shitty I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whoa, today I got to know that the Geo seminar was CANCELED. *fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow I'm presenting two assignments at the History of Art - &lt;em&gt;Toulouse-Lautrec&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Fauvism&lt;/em&gt;. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - presentation of a book by Rudolf Sloboda called "Deep Peace". I must READ IT first though! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no contact lense solution anymore. I love my itchy eyes like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE SUCKS, I WANNA HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-3500928701533422904?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3500928701533422904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=3500928701533422904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3500928701533422904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3500928701533422904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/meow-meow-its-almost-midnight-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-4388811337863932171</id><published>2007-02-17T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:16:49.673+01:00</updated><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;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mad Retro Night/Guys Quack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've returned from the Head XXII where me &amp; my two girl friends went to check out theVALENTINE'S CARNIVAL which turned out to be a totally retro thing with 45 year old people in masks dancing madly to older disco songs!!!! HAHAHAAA!!!!! We had such fun! XD Nobody knew us....and I'm on one photo! :P :D&lt;br /&gt;We were dancing crazily BUT the moment they started playing the sevond song from one old retro Czech pop-grandma, we left. Hehehehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran for the 212 trolleybus and after that I ran for the 203 trolleybus...and almost got locked in the underground passage. XD It was 10.55pm &amp;amp; they officially close at 11pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily unlocked I went to the bus stop, met an old classmate &amp; S' SEXY BROTHER with whom I've talked all the way home. I think that from his side it was just a superficial one-ear-in-other-ear-out type of dialougue but I enjoyed it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are always happening days in 203....one has the possibility of meeting either S or his bro. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've realized one quite an alarming &amp;amp; retarded thing.&lt;br /&gt;All the guys I have ever liked were either curly or Asian. There are basically just two types of guys I like and I can't seem to change this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One type of the guys I like look like a &lt;strong&gt;POODLE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RdZGqat3UsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hMadz9-tGSs/s1600-h/poodle+black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032287328173249218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RdZGqat3UsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hMadz9-tGSs/s320/poodle+black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Think S, S' sexy bro, T, James Morrison (he *does* look like a poodle afterall), Adam Brody...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The other type of guys I like are Asians and they resemble &lt;strong&gt;AKITA INU&lt;/strong&gt; to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RdZGqat3UtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/a_CZ1elh5rE/s1600-h/akity01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032287328173249234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RdZGqat3UtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/a_CZ1elh5rE/s320/akity01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think Bae Yong Joon, Choi Dong Wook, Kwon Sang Woo, Rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, seems like I can be deranged like nobody else. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.12am, lemme go to bed! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: "Last Goodbye" by James Morrison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-4388811337863932171?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4388811337863932171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=4388811337863932171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4388811337863932171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4388811337863932171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/mad-retro-nightguys-quack-ive-returned.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RdZGqat3UsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hMadz9-tGSs/s72-c/poodle+black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-5254983973036169847</id><published>2007-02-16T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:20:06.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's past midnight &amp; I'm still waiting for the 256 pictures to be transferred into my (shitty) PC. ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just give it up &amp;amp; go sleep in the living room. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a test at Society Studies but I haven't studied yet....WHOOOPS....I think I'm just gonna read it up or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ UP WITH ME! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*OOoooooohhhh, I'm listening to Savage Garden now..... "I Knew I Loved You" is one of the most beautiful ballads EVER composed ^___^*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behaviorism:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  founder: JOHN B. WATSON&lt;br /&gt;- behaviour&lt;br /&gt;- the qualities we have since we were born aren't too important&lt;br /&gt;- raising of a child is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychoanalysis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- founder: SIGMUND FREUD&lt;br /&gt;- the behaviour &amp; psychological problems happen because of the negative experiences from the past&lt;br /&gt;- subconsciousness!&lt;br /&gt;- dreams, hypnosis&lt;br /&gt;- sexuality&lt;br /&gt;- 3 parts of one's persona: ID (the inner kid trying only to have his desires contended), EGO (the centre of the consciousness, mediator of the conflicts between Id &amp;amp; Nadja), SUPEREGO - NADJA (the morality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gestaltism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- founders: MAX WERTHEIMER, WOLFHANG KOHLER&lt;br /&gt;- psychological happenings (or wtf, I'm lazy to check it out in a dictionary but I'm SURE it's NOT happenings) = a complex thing --&gt; its structure &amp; qualities can't be guessed from its separate parts cuz it's all one complex thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;12.19am liao? O_o&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be SO dead tomorrow. =_= Time to wash hair &amp;amp; take a shower..... Good night! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-5254983973036169847?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5254983973036169847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=5254983973036169847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5254983973036169847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5254983973036169847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-past-midnight-im-still-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-6512227520981055205</id><published>2007-02-15T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:42:45.203+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><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;strong&gt;Tick, Check, Tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just completed my English CV for La Salle. :) Wahlau, I'm so proud of myself! ^^ Yesterday I have written my reasons for applying and today the CV....the only thing left are the reasons WHY they should give me the scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;That's not gonna be easy to write cuz I have to prove that I'M DA BEST &amp; that I deserve the money cuz there's nobody as pefect as I am!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:P We know it's true anyways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, just kidding! :D&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;What else is on the La Salle checklist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Completed application in English (CHECK!...it's done...in a&lt;br /&gt;way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Passport-sized photograph (GOT TIME)&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;Portfolio&lt;/strong&gt; or&lt;br /&gt;recorded audition (MUST WORK ON THIS AS HARD AS I CAN!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Copy of academic transcripts in English (I'm under conditional offer,&lt;br /&gt;will give them my graduation report card l8r)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* CV/resume &amp;amp; any testimonials in English (CV - CHECK! Testimonials -&lt;br /&gt;soon to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;Evidence of English level&lt;/strong&gt; (FUCK!!!! MY TOEFL!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAARGGHH!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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;I saw the S-guy #2 today at the bus stop. This is not T, this is the dude I saw last time before seeing S.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird how often am I meeting these S-guys?! O_o&lt;br /&gt;Kucci says it's because &lt;em&gt;"S in any form is my destiny"&lt;/em&gt; but I daresay she's WRONG. XD Haha, but I wouldn't mind that! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, next time I will see T, I'm gonna invite him over for a tea to somewhere cuz he's a real cutie. A funny-looking cutie somemore! He looks like a brown poodle with glasses!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RdTC4Kt3UrI/AAAAAAAAADs/_cAZxuDVKE0/s1600-h/poodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031860953884873394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RdTC4Kt3UrI/AAAAAAAAADs/_cAZxuDVKE0/s320/poodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (For credits &lt;a href="http://www.terragethen.com/PooPix/calie321e.jpg"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post more today but my PC is fucking slow &amp; I can't tahan it! *fumes &amp;amp; bangs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But know what have I found out today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT I LIKE JAMES MORRISON &amp; HIS MUSIC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/derby/content/images/2006/07/31/james_morrison_lead_203x152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/derby/content/images/2006/07/31/james_morrison_lead_203x152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope it's not only cuz he also resembles a poodle! @_@ XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-6512227520981055205?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6512227520981055205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=6512227520981055205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6512227520981055205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6512227520981055205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/tick-check-tick-ive-just-completed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RdTC4Kt3UrI/AAAAAAAAADs/_cAZxuDVKE0/s72-c/poodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-170673581832901218</id><published>2007-02-14T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:28:23.582+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quackever'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy V Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a stupid &amp; unecessary celebration anyways. -_~&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm saying that only because there's no boyfriend who'd hug me today, give me flowers &amp;amp; tell me something pukingly mushy...? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S? S' saucily sexy bro? T? Bae Yong Joon? Choi Dong Wook? Adam Brody? Keanu Reeves? Johnny Depp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHERE ARE YOU, GUYS?! O_o XD You still can invite me over for a candle-light dinner, you know&lt;/em&gt;. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Seb was SMSing me to update today cuz he's curious on how is my Korean drama going on but I must disappoint him by saying that &lt;u&gt;today was a totally ordinary day&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting thing that has happened was getting 3 plus points at Maths &amp; completing my "Reasons For Applying" for La Salle. AND THAT'S IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes &amp;amp; I've &lt;strong&gt;tided up my room!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOOORRRAAAAAAY!!!!!! *throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL haven't replied to my ex. I even wonder if I should reply.....won't a total ignorance better?&lt;br /&gt;You know, just imagine that you write someone an obsessive 3 pages long letter and you're awaiting the reply......you get no reply for almost a month.....and then one day, you get it &amp; it's a nasty "&lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;UCK OFF FROM MY LIFE" kind of reply.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that TOO cruel? Shouldn't I just let it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlau. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be mentally retarded because when I REALLY want to relax, I read stupid info about PRINCE WILLIAM. Good website for that is for example *&lt;a href="http://theinternetforum.co.uk/william?page=23"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my impossible wishes is to have sex with him one day. NO KIDDING NOW!~! XD Hahahaha!!! I'm no hypocrite pretending to be oh so pure and innocent....nooo....I'm an old pig....a virgin pig neverthless but a very perv one indeed! ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I still want S. Or T. I keep thinking about them. KICK MY FEATHERS, SOMEONE!!!! @_@ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THAT THIS POST WAS SUPER-RANDOM. I'll blog something proper when I have my thoughts sorted and tidied up....now the only sorted &amp;amp; tidied up thing around me is my room. :P&lt;br /&gt;Nite! QUACK! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-170673581832901218?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/170673581832901218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=170673581832901218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/170673581832901218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/170673581832901218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-v-day-its-stupid-unecessary.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-5526598562472726607</id><published>2007-02-13T16:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:40:31.681+01:00</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;strong&gt;Busy Busy Busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time at all! HA! My social life is getting BIG again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Valentine's with Li Hong, one Chinese dude (he wants to get to know me, WTP), on Friday I bake a poopy seed cake for Hong Hong, her sis, then on Saturday lady's night with DD &amp; girls, then bowling with Li Hong at CNY...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and aerobics + salsa on Wednesday with Kika.&lt;br /&gt;GILA!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Me likes this. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, La Salle had replied to me liao &amp;amp; I have to send them the application + portfolio + the required documents AND in case I get accepted, they'll give me a conditional offer; I'll just give them my report card after being accepted.&lt;br /&gt;Also, they have only one intake &amp; that's the one on August 2007. Hmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keane's new song "Bad Dream" ROCKS DUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;I looooooooove these hurt masculine voices trembling with love...aaaahh,.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and do I sound like on weed today? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm sleep-deprived &amp;amp; cuz of the lack of normal food I've already ate TWO PIZZAS today!!!! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sweet 16 with a GUY?! O_o Must go watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-5526598562472726607?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5526598562472726607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=5526598562472726607&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5526598562472726607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5526598562472726607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-busy-busy-no-time-at-all-ha-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-161510282747338662</id><published>2007-02-12T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:26:11.513+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quackever'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh, I hate Mondays!&lt;br /&gt;We had the art course today but again we were doing nothing there.....seriously, I must STOP THE PROCRASTINATION cuz Cenfad/La Salle/Limkokwing &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; accept procrastinators!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if anybody of my 0.000526 readers could nicely give me the first-hand info on La Salle, its students, the professors &amp; etc.....I'd REALLY appreciate that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worries me on how am I gonna afford it all.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I REALLY must start finding some part time job abroad, like, being the waitress in UK or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or am I really only saying just what I &lt;em&gt;have to&lt;/em&gt; do instead of listing things I &lt;em&gt;HAVE already done&lt;/em&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Let me list down everything &amp;amp; I SWEAR I WILL DO IT ALL AS SOON AS POSSIBLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finish tidying up my room!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;transfer pics from my cam to the PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;copy certain pics to friend's USB key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;send certain pics to other friend via ICQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;look for a part time job abroad!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pay up my recommendation thingy by the English prof!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make the Geo seminar presentation about the Southeast Asia for next Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;print out the Toulouse-Lautrec assignment for the History of Art seminar!!!! TMR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wash my curtains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;throw out EVERYTHING unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;download April Snow with English subtitles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;call Li Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;draw, paint, draw!!!! LA SALLE &amp; CENFAD!!!! ARGGHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;study, study, study!!!! GRADUATION!!!!! DOUBLE-AAARGGHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tide up all the artistic items, cartoons, papers, giocondas &amp;amp; etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clean up the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WAH!!! @_#&lt;br /&gt;I've never realized it's so much. @_@ Maybe I should start by cleaning &amp; washing &amp;amp; throwing out everything; the CNY is coming afterall &amp; that's a great excuse for me to bring myself to tidying up! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I should somehow get T. T is the S-resembling guy....the curly one, with glasses. Heheheee. It'd be great to have a bf! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've firmly decided on confessing to S prior to my departure to SG/KL (if that happens) in the form of a letter/card! Ha! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell him about my undying 7 year old love &amp;amp; then disappear to SG/KL &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; leaving any contact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *LOVE* Korean drama moments. ^_~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-161510282747338662?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/161510282747338662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=161510282747338662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/161510282747338662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/161510282747338662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/argh-i-hate-mondays-we-had-art-course.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-8929496575341553430</id><published>2007-02-11T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:42:37.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><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;strong&gt;Dearest S, Thank You.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....for unknowingly letting me &amp; Kucci get to know your fav music club/pub/restaurant/cocktail bar called &lt;em&gt;Head XXII&lt;/em&gt;. *kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't there today, but yesterday Iv told me with a nastily funny grin of a lil' devil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"S is in Head XXII with his friend....don't wanna go, hmmm?????? It's S!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, EVERYBODY knows about my S-obsession.....except of my mother, I guess. XD Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I didn't go there because that'd be weird.....but today I persuaded Kucci &amp; we went to check it out cuz the previous place we were at - the Film cafe - was SERIOUSLY boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Head XXII ROCKS DUCKS!!!! :D ^___^&lt;br /&gt;There's LIVE MUSIC there almost &lt;em&gt;every single day&lt;/em&gt; (yesterday there was the progressive rock, today some old school rock, tomorrow will be live jazz...), great food, nice cocktails, cozy atmosphere &amp;amp; most importantly - NO FAKE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate all those places in the historical BA centre with FAKE PEOPLE. Well, except of Melones, that's the only cocktail bar with normal visitors... In other restaurants/bars/pubs there are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) "the golden youth" AKA filthy rich &amp; super cocky teenagers from head to toe in branded clothes (big logos 4eva!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) 40+ year old top managers tired from living this life drinking whiskey or wine or decently sipping to a cocktail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) the tourists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't belong to any of these three categories!&lt;br /&gt;Well, and this Head XXII is thus just for us (and for S &amp; his friend apparently too?) cuz the people there were normal, nice, without Hilfiger logos across their butts, without platinum credit cards in their D&amp;amp;G wallets and they weren't 50 year old. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, S. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I'd hug you for this, if I had that awesome opportunity!!!!! :D ^____^&lt;br /&gt;*sighs &amp; salivates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home by feet!!!! HAHAHA!!! :D It took me about an hour! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meeting/date with E today, it'll be tomorrow....today DD came back &amp;amp; wanted us to come &amp; celebrate her passing the entrance exams to architecture so I apologized to E, told him where am I heading &amp;amp; told him to go too.&lt;br /&gt;He said he'll come later but he didn't! Grrrrr, asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Then later I was SMSing him to come to Head XXII but he hadn't even bothered to reply. Whatever. -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooops???? 1.24am?! O_o @_@ I still haven't changed into my PJs, threw away the pile of clothes which is now at my bed to elsewhere (the mess in my room is UNBEARABLE already!!!!!!!) &amp; washed off my make-up...&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Off I go.&lt;br /&gt;Maths tuition tomorrow!!!! T_T *bangs head on Bae Yong Joon's chest*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-8929496575341553430?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8929496575341553430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=8929496575341553430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8929496575341553430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8929496575341553430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/dearest-s-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-5613209969462717757</id><published>2007-02-10T01:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:02:18.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Where's My Beauty Sleep? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOWHERE FOR NOW! :D&lt;br /&gt;I got this from my new blog addiction *&lt;a href="http://anaphylacticaffeination.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How old do you wish you were?&lt;/strong&gt; Eighteen because that means I'M OUTTA MY SCHOOL!!!! B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Where were you when 9/11 happened?&lt;/strong&gt; At home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?&lt;/strong&gt; Mutter something nasty under my nose &amp; let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you consider yourself kind?&lt;/strong&gt; Unfortunately, I'm the most sarcastic &amp;amp; terrible person you've ever met! GRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?&lt;/strong&gt; Above the ankle....some sakura flowers...teheheee ^^'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt; Korean ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you know your neighbours?&lt;/strong&gt; Not much! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What do you consider a vacation?&lt;/strong&gt; FREEDOM, LONG SLEEPS, HAPPINESS, WARM WEATHER, SEA, GOOD FOOD, FUN, TRAVELLING! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Do you follow your horoscope?&lt;/strong&gt; I read them and I always forget what they said. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Would you move for the person you love?&lt;/strong&gt; Don't know....maybe if I just *knew* that our love is infinite....maybe then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Are you touchy-feely?&lt;/strong&gt; This is very dependable! But generally not really. It took me almost 1,5 months to let my then-bf-now-ex-bf kiss me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;/strong&gt; No, I think the opposites just ARGUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Favourite tv channels?&lt;/strong&gt; Discovery Channel, MTV, Arirang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Favourite place to go on weekends?&lt;/strong&gt; That nice lounge bar or fav cocktail bar Grandes Melones. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Showers or baths?&lt;/strong&gt; Showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do you paint your nails?&lt;/strong&gt; From time to time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you trust people easily?&lt;/strong&gt; Depends on my mood &amp; the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What are your phobias?&lt;/strong&gt; Heights, deep dark waters.... I'm horrible! No heights, no depths, where can stay ah? HOLLAND?! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Do you want kids?&lt;/strong&gt; OMD, no, not until I'm like 28 or so! @_#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Where would you rather be now?&lt;/strong&gt; In the bed! Haha! :D Or in Singapore chilling out, doing nothing with baibee, hubooby, Manis &amp;amp; BRYAN!!!! Wanna get to know him liao! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Who makes you warm and fuzzy?&lt;/strong&gt; When my dog Haku shows me his love, when I am with people who love me &amp; I love them! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Heavy or light sleeper?&lt;/strong&gt; Light. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Are you paranoid?&lt;/strong&gt; Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Are you impatient?&lt;/strong&gt; Depends on with whom/what, but generally: yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Who can you relate to?&lt;/strong&gt; To all the young deliquents who're being assholes cuz they hate their own school. I'll become a deliquent too, I sense it's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. How do you feel about interracial couples?&lt;/strong&gt; ME WANNA HOT, CUTE ASIAN GUY!!!!! *___*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Have you been burned by love?&lt;/strong&gt; Certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What's your pick-up line?&lt;/strong&gt; Errr, I'm not an expert in flirting, I don't have any pick-up line! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. What's your main ringtone on your mobile?&lt;/strong&gt; Bodoh question! *sigh* No idea &amp;amp; who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/strong&gt; Talking to Kucci on ICQ &amp; reading up - BEHOLD! - idiotic, stupid news about PRINCE WILLIAM &amp;amp; KATE MIDDLETON. XD There are pathetic people &amp; I AM ONE OF THEM!!!!! @_@ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. What did the last text on your mobile say?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Muahaha :)"&lt;/em&gt; Intelligent, isn't it? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;/strong&gt; Bae Yong Joon's...............okay, no, sadly it was mine.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; Sexy black! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Most recent movie you watched?&lt;/strong&gt; Failure To Launch during English class and it WAS a FAILURE. Bleeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Name three things you have on at all times?&lt;/strong&gt; Mascara, powder, earrings, hahhahahhaah XD AH LIAN, DUCK ON!!!! *No, I'm not THAT hopeless...not yet!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. What colour are your bedsheets?&lt;/strong&gt; Madly multi-coloured. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. How much cash do you have right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Around 700Skk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. What's your favourite part of the chicken?&lt;/strong&gt; The breasts, maybe..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. What's your favourite town/city?&lt;/strong&gt; BA/Singapore/KL/London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. I can't wait 'til:&lt;/strong&gt; I GRADUAAAAATE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. What did you have for dinner last night?&lt;/strong&gt; No idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. How tall are you barefoot?&lt;/strong&gt; 167,5 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Do you own a gun?&lt;/strong&gt; No, but my Dad does! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;/strong&gt; Black tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years?&lt;/strong&gt; In my own apartment with keys from my own car on my desk....and with a nice career of a Graphic Designer. I'll be just getting ready for dinner with my long-term bf! :D&lt;br /&gt;Talk about naivity &amp; daydreamers. =_= :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Last thing you ate?&lt;/strong&gt; Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't really sing in shower. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt; Something my friend DD said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Worst injury you ever had?&lt;/strong&gt; My bursitis. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;/strong&gt; Probably yes....my Korean drama life is amazing these days! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. What's your favourite candy?&lt;/strong&gt; Belgian seashells. And Polish caramel krowkas! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. My ideal guy is:&lt;/strong&gt; Intelligent, funny, with good manners, beautiful eyes, smile &amp; broad shoulders, caring, self-confident, independant, sincere &amp;amp; crazy in a good way. Loyal too. And he should love animals, books &amp; art! ^^ (PS: Glasses = plus points!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt; "Goodbye" by Spice Girls! HAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! 1.42am liao! @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-5613209969462717757?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5613209969462717757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=5613209969462717757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5613209969462717757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5613209969462717757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/wheres-my-beauty-sleep-oo-nowhere-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-312765960804636737</id><published>2007-02-10T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:49:00.873+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><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;strong&gt;Chill Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day today (actually, &lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt;, as it's way after midnight now)! Thanks, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE!&lt;/span&gt; ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I came home, went to the tailor's to get my shortened new jeans back (they fit super), then back home, then meet up with AL in the downtown...then 4 Rooms pub with AL &amp; the guys....then me &amp;amp; AL went to take a walk to the downtown...we then went to Aupark cuz one my friend called me that they're playing snooker there and there are like 20 super-hot Asians.&lt;br /&gt;Me, the superficial, teenage girl feeling the painful lack of hot Asian guys WENT THERE and of course, they've ALREADY LEFT. XD *sigh* =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's unfair! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we all (my friend - let's call her Michelle - &amp; two her friends, UJ, AL &amp;amp; me) we again went to the downtown..and after Michelle's friends had left, AL had left too UJ, AL &amp; me had decided to go to the nice lounge bar nearby the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great idea. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE COZY, ELEGANT LOUNGE BARS WITH CANDLES, DARK WOOD, SOFAS, BLACK WALLS &amp;amp; FAKE WHITE TIGER FURS ON IT!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most impooportantly, I love cozy, elegant lounge bars with LOUD &amp; CHILL OUT MUSIC! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, one day I'll have my own lounge bar in my villa at Seychelles.....hah, erm, okay, I'll stop daydreaming! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (today) is going to be an amazing day. OMD.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the Maths tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Then around 7pm I'm going to meet up with E in the downtown. @_@ I wonder WHAT IS IT ALL ABOUT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then DD &amp;amp; another successful future architects (they passed the entrance exams :)) want to celebrate their success somewhere in the downtown so probably me &amp; E will go join them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMP!!!! @_# :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E?&lt;/em&gt; Erm....okay. No comment before I see wazzup. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1am liao! @_# Off I go...I need to take a shower, wash off my make-up, wear off my contact lenses AND then finally get my much-needed beauty sleep. ^^ Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-312765960804636737?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/312765960804636737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=312765960804636737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/312765960804636737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/312765960804636737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/chill-out-nice-day-today-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-949196102785299587</id><published>2007-02-08T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:56:32.594+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quackever'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like this? ^_~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drew it today in the simple MS Paint. My Photoshop is screwed up &amp;amp; not working, ok!!!! *howls*&lt;br /&gt;Not that I actually NEED Photoshop as I totally don't get how to work in it. :P Whooops, hahahhah. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suck duck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-949196102785299587?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/949196102785299587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=949196102785299587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/949196102785299587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/949196102785299587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/like-this-i-drew-it-today-in-simple-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-3669254636928645063</id><published>2007-02-08T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:06:30.673+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quackever'/><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;ANOTHER Unexpected Brand New Episode Of My Own Korean Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so interesting for the past few days! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with *&lt;a href="http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/unexpected-brand-new-episode-of-my-own.html#links"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;Now my Korean drama has taken a very unexpected turn with my art course friend E inviting me for a coffee on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RENDEZVOUS? O_o *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were SMSing to each other when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Heeeeey E! Wazzup with your architecture entrance exams results?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E:&lt;/strong&gt; "Fucking terrible, fuck all the architects, they're assholes, aaaaaahhhh!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "I'm sorry to hear that! :( But maybe it'll make you feel better that I ALSO wasn't accepted into the uni. :P Wanna try out marketing with me? XD"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E:&lt;/strong&gt; "I know it for 15 mins and I got drunk already... I'm gonna go clean the toilets, fuck the uni!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh PLEASE!!! You're behaving like a kid! It's not like the world is ending with you not getting into architecture! You can try it next year or just abroad where it's usually easier!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E:&lt;/strong&gt; "Okay, sorry, I'm really a kid. Nevermind.. &lt;strong&gt;Hey, why don't we go for a coffee on Saturday?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied why not. :P&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's a date?! O_o Hopefully not...I like E a lot....but I don't like him *THAT* much! @_#&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's just see what will happen. :)&lt;br /&gt;I feel soooo femme fatale! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that was the end of my Korean drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT AT ALL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a short &amp; nervously pissed off email from my ex-bf telling me how he finds it pointless &amp; stupid that our relationship ended because of some virtual non-existent conflict on MSN which hadn't even mirrored our real something...I don't remember what anymore. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AHEM* =_=&lt;br /&gt;No comment lah. I DON'T know what to reply to him at all. I know I have to reply to him though because if I don't, his parents &amp;amp; siblings will consider me a real asshole and that's what I don't wanna, cuz I really like them. :)&lt;br /&gt;Stupid diplomacy. Grrr. -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This still wasn't the end of my Korean drama....&lt;br /&gt;I've seen &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; today! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;For those who have no idea who T is - it's a guy who damn much resembles S, my &lt;em&gt;forever crush&lt;/em&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna surprise you much when I say that I DO like T as well, right? :P I'm a really pathetic duck. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him briefly.....smiled just super-briefly....and went away because I was heading to the tram stop with UJ &amp; AL. On the way there I couldn't resist turning my head around one more time and he was looking at me! :D ^___^'''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRUCHE FATALE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;(la cruche - duck in French)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing &amp;amp; nice feeling of being so wanted but it's kinda headachy too because I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; don't know what to do.... I don't know what to reply to ex-bf.....I don't know how to behave at the meeting/date? with E......I don't know how to hint T that it wouldn't be a bad idea if *he* invited me for a coffee as well....AIYAAAAH!!!!! @_# XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some relax....I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Off I go to watch Girls Out Loud! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-3669254636928645063?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3669254636928645063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=3669254636928645063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3669254636928645063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3669254636928645063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-unexpected-brand-new-episode-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-8625222520341943177</id><published>2007-02-06T19:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:06:30.711+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irrelevant Rant'/><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;strong&gt;About Me WITHOUT Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate it how scatterbrained, unfocused, messy, procrastinating &amp; lazy I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must do something about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever schedule I set up for myself, I almost never behave according to it. For example, I'm already telling myself since December that I have to register for TOEFL. Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm editing this few hours later (11pm) &amp;amp; I can't continue on that topic anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO FUCKING ANGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was again way tipsy, reeking of her fucking wine &amp; being aggresive to whatever I said. Fucking bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr she's gonna meet that dude from Graphic Design at 10am at Steam &amp;amp; Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;It's all gonna be about me. WHOLE the fucking thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I CAN'T GO THERE CUZ I MUST GO TO SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THIS LIFE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who is she to tell me where to go &amp; what to do?!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH, I'm soooo waiting for my 18th bday to come. I'll finally be fucking independant (sadly, not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; because I happened not to be born as prince William/Paris Hilton/Mary-Kate/Ashley Olsen)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot tahan this.&lt;br /&gt;And she didn't even get it; she thought I want to manipulate that dude &amp; everyone so we can meet up later on....even though I was saying that I wanna GO there at that 10am!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And she yelled at me what I think about myself &amp;amp; that for further questions I should "contact the president's office".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also &lt;em&gt;a naive, infantile, irresponsible &amp; dependant kid&lt;/em&gt; according to her.&lt;br /&gt;AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;Should I let her spend one day with &lt;em&gt;UJ&lt;/em&gt;?! She'll think he's still just gonna be conceived!!!!! AAARGGGHHHHH. &gt;_&lt; @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must calm myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must make myself smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must forget my anger. I'm a very angry person by the way; I wasn't but since those years of my mother's alcoholism I had became a very cynical, angry, sarcastic asshole. Thank you, if you still like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST CALM DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;*fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*searches for relaxing pictures*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RckFyhKhuuI/AAAAAAAAADI/NsraFeVUPw4/s1600-h/sakura17-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RckFyhKhuuI/AAAAAAAAADI/NsraFeVUPw4/s1600-h/sakura17-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028556824389991138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RckFyhKhuuI/AAAAAAAAADI/NsraFeVUPw4/s400/sakura17-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RckFyhKhuvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1uHnsLJbWQQ/s1600-h/jungle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028556824389991154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RckFyhKhuvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1uHnsLJbWQQ/s400/jungle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RckFyxKhuwI/AAAAAAAAADY/iJkYi7utmCo/s1600-h/nature-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028556828684958466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RckFyxKhuwI/AAAAAAAAADY/iJkYi7utmCo/s400/nature-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it help?&lt;br /&gt;Not much. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided on applying for THREE schools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www,cenfad.edu.my"&gt;CENFAD&lt;/a&gt; (Kuala Lumpur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.limkokwing.edu.my"&gt;LIMKOKWING&lt;/a&gt; (Cyberjaya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lasalle.edu.sg"&gt;LA SALLE-SIA &lt;/a&gt;(Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The La Salle enrolment policy is that I have to enclose the personal statement &amp; various blahblahs about myself &amp;amp; my relevant successes, courses &amp; exhibitions (I had one!) and that's gonna be fun creating.... ^^ I also - of course - have to create a portfolio consisting of 10 works relevant to the course I've chosen (Graphic Design).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ducks at LKW don't require any portfolio when I'm applying for the Foundation in Design Innovation 1-year course to which I'll be applying as it's the pre-requisite for the BA Graphic Design course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ducks at Cenfad want my portfolio consisiting of 4 artworks on the set themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three schools want the TOEFL/IELTS so I'd better move my fat ass &amp;amp; get it done ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! @_#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sooooo busy.&lt;br /&gt;14 PERFECT artworks to create (but really PERFECT!!!), graduate, get TOEFL.... &lt;strong&gt;OOOOHHH, ALMIGHTY DUCK, GIMME STRENGHT AND THE POWER NOT TO PROCRASTINATE!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love drawing &amp;amp; painting now. ^^ At least that, otherways I wouldn't get anywhere...but art....mmmm... ^^ My art prof will help me with both portfolios, that's so kool. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight already. I am going to take a shower....then sleep...and SCHOOL AGAIN. Arrghh, how I hate this &lt;strong&gt;terroristic routine&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!x_x *fumes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-8625222520341943177?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8625222520341943177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=8625222520341943177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8625222520341943177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8625222520341943177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/about-me-without-me-i-seriously-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RckFyhKhuuI/AAAAAAAAADI/NsraFeVUPw4/s72-c/sakura17-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-4160255418217894135</id><published>2007-02-06T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:23:24.885+01:00</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;strong&gt;Hmmmmm!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/unexpected-brand-new-episode-of-my-own.html#links"&gt;This letter full of love &amp; sorrow &amp;amp; heartbroken feelings&lt;/a&gt; scared me so much that I'm just looking at the Singaporean art unis of which my sayangku hubooby told me about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nafa.edu.sg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nanyang Academy Of Fine Arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lasallesia.edu.sg/secondary.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LASALLE-SIA College Of The Arts Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll see, I'll see, I'll see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is that Singapore is a better city to study in than KL because it's relatively small, with a great public transport and with no ex-boyfriend. Wahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL or S'pore?&lt;br /&gt;I'll know more after the interview with the GD dude who said that I'm an &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/unpolished-diamond-sorry-for-lack-of.html#links"&gt;unpolished diamond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;I like both Singapore &amp;amp; KL, how can I choose? :P :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the price of the course I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get to know how to get the TGD granted (Tuition Grant Deed) and then I should persuade my mom to let me study there for the full lenght of the course (&lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; I get there)...then I'll HAVE TO work in Singapore for at least 3 years upon completing the course....wahaha, I'm soooo bad....just thinking of how to escape this winter. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll know more later though. Now I'm SO puzzled. @_#&lt;br /&gt;Good night, ducky darlings....let me think this all over. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-4160255418217894135?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4160255418217894135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=4160255418217894135&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4160255418217894135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4160255418217894135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmmmmm-this-letter-full-of-love-sorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-7428803173027649656</id><published>2007-02-05T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:37:39.632+01:00</updated><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 Unexpected Brand New Episode Of My Own Korean Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I happily opened the postbox and took out the three envelopes laying there. One was from the bank. The other was from the government or from wherever. These two were addressed on my mother's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the third envelope, beige, from the recycled paper, sleek &amp; with Malaysian stamps. RM1,50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it.&lt;br /&gt;It was from my ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I opened it.&lt;br /&gt;It was a THREE pages long letter written with a blue pen. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very puzzled now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It basically says that even after all that long time that has passed, he&lt;br /&gt;still loves me, he doesn't want to be just "someone" to me; he doesn't want to&lt;br /&gt;be a "friend" as well, because being a "friend" says nothing. He wants to be&lt;br /&gt;someone who'll wait for me at the airport, who'll hug me &amp;amp; kiss me and etc.&lt;br /&gt;He's not comfortable with me seeing guys either (ERM, SO...??!)....and he still&lt;br /&gt;dreams about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. T. P. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What IS happening in this world?!&lt;/span&gt; O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-7428803173027649656?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7428803173027649656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=7428803173027649656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7428803173027649656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7428803173027649656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/unexpected-brand-new-episode-of-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-7586201517957333734</id><published>2007-02-04T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:22:58.416+01:00</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;strong&gt;No More Sweets/Insecure?/Busy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ah lian talk*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm banning myself from EVERYTHING sweet except of Chinese fried bananas in pastry with honey. I have already ate 2 kiwwiis &amp; there's 1 more to go! :D&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;I have escema, my skin is DISGUSTING &amp;amp; I can't allow my butt to grow even more cuz recently I bought those size 38 jeans and I really wanna fit in them. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SWEETS FOR A MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;That means from &lt;strong&gt;February 5th&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;March 5th&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeek. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just talking to&lt;strong&gt; 小 Kafka&lt;/strong&gt; who happens to be my blog reader &amp; he added me to his MSN. :) First one to do that! YAY! :D Okay duckies, you, who read my blog, feel free to add me to my MSN (look at my profile for addy), I appreciate new ducks!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digressed...errr....so, he lives in China and he seems REALLY concerned about me better NOT going to study to Malaysia cuz as he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"at the risk of being labelled unpatriotic, china is a much better country than&lt;br /&gt;malaysia in ALOT of aspects&lt;br /&gt;malaysia is an OK country for leisure/holiday but&lt;br /&gt;living there with all the inequalities and what have you, it's rubbish"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waddya think?!&lt;br /&gt;TRUE or FALSE? O_o&lt;br /&gt;*feeling a bit insecure about my already crazy decision*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my 0.0000569 readers are from Malaysia &amp;amp; Singapore so you duckies, tell me your opinion, okie? :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kucci insists on me &amp; &lt;a href="http://duckman.blogdrive.com"&gt;Ilkka&lt;/a&gt; being born for each other. XD She insists on the fact that "Ilkka had always had a crush on me for sure" and that he'd be "perfect" for me. XD HAHAHA!!!! OKAY!!! I agree that he's PERFECT but hey! She can't say such stuffs or I'll believe her or something and then I'll come online &amp;amp; tell Ilkka:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hey u sexy thing u make me veri horny u wanna cyber ok? u perfect 4 me, come hug me ok"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor duckyboy, I CAN'T trouble him like that. @_@ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baibee, I'm booking you! If I book you in advance, will I get 30% discount on you? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You surely can't resist me. *dazzling smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just quacking rubbish! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study Society Studies...Philosophy is waiting. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-7586201517957333734?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7586201517957333734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=7586201517957333734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7586201517957333734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7586201517957333734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-more-sweetsinsecurebusy-ah-lian-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-22817768889707886</id><published>2007-02-04T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:45:22.711+01:00</updated><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;strong&gt;I Hate Choi Ji Woo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcUY-RKhupI/AAAAAAAAACM/-WjkC5RC_E0/s1600-h/cjw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027452017067539090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcUY-RKhupI/AAAAAAAAACM/-WjkC5RC_E0/s320/cjw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcUY-hKhuqI/AAAAAAAAACU/qLFiWoS1YVM/s1600-h/cjw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027452021362506402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcUY-hKhuqI/AAAAAAAAACU/qLFiWoS1YVM/s320/cjw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the sexiest &amp; the most feminine &lt;a href="http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/5527/choijiwoo09050611pg.jpg"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt; of her I was able to find:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcUY-xKhurI/AAAAAAAAACc/GfxYw6jdvnk/s1600-h/cjw2+sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027452025657473714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcUY-xKhurI/AAAAAAAAACc/GfxYw6jdvnk/s320/cjw2+sexy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, this dress is pretty skimpy, but look at the face! Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcUY-xKhusI/AAAAAAAAACk/vMlgtyKBJzk/s1600-h/cjw+3+ugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027452025657473730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcUY-xKhusI/AAAAAAAAACk/vMlgtyKBJzk/s320/cjw+3+ugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Choi Ji Woo &amp; not just because she could hug &amp;amp; kiss Bae Yong Joon &amp; Kwon Sang Woo. That'd be too superficial. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T STAND THAT HER BABYFACE &amp;amp; THAT "CUTENESS"!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, does she EVER act her age?! Does she EVER act like a woman &amp; NOT like a 3 year old kindergarten girlie in pink dress with lacey hearts?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ALSO CAN'T STAND HER MINIMAL MAKE-UP!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not easy for Asian women to wear eyeshadows &amp;amp; all AND let it be seen under those eyelids...probably just &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt; is the expert at it. :) I myself have almost Asian eyes, the shape is just a bit almond-y but I DO have the eyelids and I tell ya, I need A LOT make-up to make my eyes more visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But godness, Choi Ji Woo (or her characters in these two dramas I've seen so far..??) wears NOTHING. In both dramas she plays the good girl next door, the one who's smiling &amp; her eyes are shining, whose cheeks are rosy and who's cute 24/7. And no make-up, therefore she looks like 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT TAHAN THAAAAAT!!!!!!!!! *bangs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God she doesn't make the "V" peace sign or I'd explode. @_@&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate it when she cries cuz she REALLY looks like 3 year old then. I hate it how she acts all vulnerable, pure, opens her teary mascara lacking eyes wide, whispers in a broken voice &amp;amp; shudders whenever a man touches her.&lt;br /&gt;God, if I was a paedophile, I'd...&lt;br /&gt;UGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Korean screenwriters probably have no fantasy. Aiyaaaah. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vulnerable, pure, innocent, young woman needed for a drama = LET'S CALL CHOI JI WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LONG LIVE LEE HYORI, YOU SEXY LIONESS!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcUdIBKhutI/AAAAAAAAACs/Teh6EpavvI4/s1600-h/lee+hyori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027456582617774802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcUdIBKhutI/AAAAAAAAACs/Teh6EpavvI4/s400/lee+hyori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least SHE wears high heels &amp; make-up. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes back to watching Stairway To Heaven &amp;amp; cursing Choi Ji Woo under her breath* :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-22817768889707886?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/22817768889707886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=22817768889707886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/22817768889707886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/22817768889707886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-hate-choi-ji-woo-just-look-at-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcUY-RKhupI/AAAAAAAAACM/-WjkC5RC_E0/s72-c/cjw1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-290348164330518727</id><published>2007-02-03T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:13:56.117+01:00</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'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long Live, Sappy Korean Dramas! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just reluctantly stopped Stairway To Heaven for today - I saw 4 episodes in a row - and I can't wait for more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot is pretty similar to the one of Winter Sonata with the lost memory, old love, old mutual memories the one side had long forgotten...even the characters are similar in a way and it's not just that Choi Ji-Woo played the &lt;em&gt;femme fatale&lt;/em&gt; in both dramas.&lt;br /&gt;Both in WS &amp; STH the guy is the rich CEO while the woman is in lower position but granted a really kool job by the guy who has granted this to her because she is THE one he's desperately searching for.&lt;br /&gt;Well, or vice versa, in WS it was Yun Ji-Sun seeking for Kang Joon-Sang after she saw a glimpse of him (aka Lee Min-Hyung) on the streets but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I confusing everyone right now? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because it's already 2am. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAE YONG JOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That long hair is weird &amp; those grandpa glasses even weirder but I still feel the sudden urge to rape him. Must be the sexual baelution.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcPgcxKhunI/AAAAAAAAAB0/os-G7oaeM3M/s1600-h/byj+b%26w.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027108393914055282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcPgcxKhunI/AAAAAAAAAB0/os-G7oaeM3M/s400/byj+b%26w.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KWON SANG WOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This is the naughtiest photo I could find so far, gahaha!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcPgdBKhuoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JCdNaK_U0ZA/s1600-h/kwon+sang+woo4+BODY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027108398209022594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcPgdBKhuoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JCdNaK_U0ZA/s400/kwon+sang+woo4+BODY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*salivates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I oh so fucking much envy Choi Ji-Woo for being able to star with both of them in dramas!!!! AAAAHHHH!!!!! All those hugs, piano plays, kisses (WS, last episode! *_*)...aiyaaaah, I also wanna. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Good night. ^^ I shall dream of dating these two heavenly guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIFFICULT QUESTION BEFORE I LOG OFF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you rather cheat Kwon Sang Woo with Bae Yong Joon OR vice versa???? :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself just CAN'T decide. XD&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;And I know what you ducks think! That I'm PATHETIC!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ugh yes, I totally am. =_= XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-290348164330518727?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/290348164330518727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=290348164330518727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/290348164330518727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/290348164330518727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-live-sappy-korean-dramas-ive-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcPgcxKhunI/AAAAAAAAAB0/os-G7oaeM3M/s72-c/byj+b%26w.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1303585664038825329</id><published>2007-02-02T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:34:49.112+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Ducky Vita'/><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;strong&gt;An Unpolished Diamond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of posts but for the past few days anytime I've tried to quack here somebody messaged me at ICQ or MSN and then I couldn't concentrate anymore. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a happening &amp; amazing time, these past few days! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Two days after my entrance exams mother told me that her friend met up with a guy from the Faculty of Graphic Design. That guy met up with him to discuss his own stuff but in the end he had asked about me as well and.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the guy said that if I ended up 39th from 109 other people and I wasn't trying too much, I might be an &lt;strong&gt;UNPOLISHED DIAMOND OF GRAPHIC DESIGN!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026966024338127458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="1" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcNe9xKhumI/AAAAAAAAABo/L99qqjHikHE/s320/bdiamond+hand.jpg" width="21" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd like to meet up with me &amp; I'm supposed to bring my portfolio as well, while he'll check out my works I have done at the exams again. The point of this meeting is for him to judge if I'm good enough for the Graphic Design field and he said that if yes, he will give me counsel &amp;amp; help me out for another year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know yet though, that I wanna go to KL; the Foundation year is one big 'counsel', isn't it? :) We draw &amp; paint there all the time afterall. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cenfad is being bodoh recently though, they &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; haven't replied to two of my emails! &gt;_&lt; They better do or I'll change my mind &amp;amp; go to Limkokwing. *fumes*&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;Still, &lt;strong&gt;isn't life amazing?&lt;/strong&gt; :P ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'm bitched at both by my art prof &amp; by my mother for being &lt;strong&gt;a crap&lt;/strong&gt; and few days later I'm the possible&lt;strong&gt; unpolished diamond&lt;/strong&gt; of graphic design. XD&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;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it tiring how my classmates (especially DD) are wailing that they don't have boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD also wails that our quiet, almost invisible, good-girls-with-straight-As classmates have found themselves boyfriends while we others are still unnoticed &amp; single.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I told her what my metal-liking-ugly-haired-alcohol-loving classmate told me, that he has a girlfriend and DD almost died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh godness, and the best thing is that she's loved endlessly by one our mutual friend and few others like her as well. If she wanted to, she could get herself a harem! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find tiring how we all judge everyone. =_= Primitive, isn't it? I shall stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most tiring thing though, is how Kucci envies everyone's money. FUCK! She lives in a 120 square meter maisonette by the way...!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I complain that I don't have money, she puts on her bitchy, envious face looks at me with a dreadful hatred and says: &lt;strong&gt;"YOU are complaing?! YOU, with your 4000Skk per month?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="302" alt="" src="http://members.cox.net/crandall11/money/shirt/shirt11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Credits to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/crandall11/money/shirt/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - check it out!!!!!! There's explained step-by-step, &lt;strong&gt;HOW TO FOLD THE T-SHIRT FROM A DOLLAR BILL!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; :D I'm willing to fold it from the RM1 bill or from the S$2 I have! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I might be getting 4000Skk per month but my parents live separately and the times I've been through when their relationship was fucking up - I don't wish that to anyone! Grrrr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also pretty pseudo-snobbish &amp; materialistic.....recently DD told her how she's gonna get her drivers' license at the driving school located in our school &amp;amp; Kucci exclaimed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;There?!&lt;/em&gt; Oh gosh, &lt;em&gt;have you seen their car?!&lt;/em&gt; That shitty Citroen?! That's a complete crap!!!! I wouldn't even sit in such a crap!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTP??????&lt;br /&gt;Where had my nice, sweet Kucci gone? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought new low-rise jeans yesterday!!!! ^____^ It's set, &lt;a href="http://www.pullbear.com/07/ss/comingsoon/main.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pull &amp;amp; Bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is MY BRAND. :) Now I should get paid for this......haha..... But really, their clothes are the best, I love the designs, the color, the materials....and the prices are good too. No overpriced stuffs like at Hilfiger or Lacoste! There you pay for the brand, here you don't.&lt;br /&gt;What's the most surprising, these jeans are size 38!!!!! O_O I haven't worn 38 since.....since I was in Malaysia. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;European food makes one fatter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These jeans are with elasthan or something flexible so I could wear size 38 too. :P&lt;br /&gt;Wahlau, I feel so slim. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough crap! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1303585664038825329?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1303585664038825329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1303585664038825329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1303585664038825329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1303585664038825329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/unpolished-diamond-sorry-for-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RcNe9xKhumI/AAAAAAAAABo/L99qqjHikHE/s72-c/bdiamond+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-3376003869573909930</id><published>2007-01-31T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:19:11.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Duckhell With My Sleeping Habits!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to school tomorrow so I should rest &amp; all and it's past 1am and I AM AWAKE. Grrrrr~~~ &gt;_&lt; I'm talking to Teresa, I've watched ER at Discovery and I'm still supposed to take a short walk with Haku.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't know if I'll go though, he is sleeping so soundly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel like drawing a lot, trying out new media, challenging myself..... WHY ALL THIS HAD TO COME *AFTER* THE ENTRANCE EXAMS?! O_o&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously pathetic &amp;amp; unpredictably weird. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMD, 1.18am liao. I don't think I'm going with Haku......don't wanna wake him up. Instead, I'm going to get some sleep....eyebags are really sexy but hey, I shouldn't overdo them! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-3376003869573909930?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3376003869573909930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=3376003869573909930&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3376003869573909930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3376003869573909930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-duckhell-with-my-sleeping-habits-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-7450100230822250402</id><published>2007-01-30T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:22:55.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better Than Expected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting a COMPLETE failure but it wasn't THAT bad. I wasn't accepted into the 2nd round (I wasn't expecting that either) but surprise of all surprises - I was just &lt;em&gt;9th&lt;/em&gt; under the line!!!!! O_O *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know please, that there were 109 of us and just 30 were accepted into the 2nd round from where only 9 candidates will be given the chance to study Graphic Design at &lt;a href="http://www.vsvu.sk"&gt;VSVU/AFAD&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless. NINTH!!! :D And I wasn't going to the consultations with the VSVU professors like the other people did (they tell you which your works are good/bad and why..and they remember you so you sort of a have better position at the exams), I didn't study history of art AND I had a portfolio with shitty stuff, there were even things from 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend who was there too was the last above the line (so she was 30th). Now notice that her father is a graphic designer and she had like 2kg heavy portfolio with over 20 works done in Adobe Illustrator!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And she was 30th.....like WTD....I wonder what god/goddess of graphic design was the person at the top place. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm happy it over. :) Now I can focus on maturita, on various art exhibitions, on my own art (ah, the irony....&lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; the entrance exams, issit?! Why not &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; ar? XD), on TOEFL and on the portfolio for &lt;a href="http://www.cenfad.edu.my"&gt;CENFAD&lt;/a&gt;. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other note,  was reading ex-bf's blog yesterday and I just can't get him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ray_d.blogs.friendster.com/rayd/2006/09/hellohello.html"&gt;this entry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* Am I reading right? The boy has some anger problems? Oh, I'm happy I'm not his girlfriend anymore. Bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;Well, while you're at it, read &lt;a href="http://ray_d.blogs.friendster.com/rayd/2006/07/i_write_also_on.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this entry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://ray_d.blogs.friendster.com/rayd/2006/07/alterations.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this entry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;May I ask you, WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;br /&gt;Why he writes blog when he hates it?! I sense more personal complexes than IQ. *rolls eyes* I wonder if these issues with blogs are the remains of the previous issues about my blog; I posted here &amp; there sometthing about our fucking up relationship &amp;amp; he totally hated it, he hated my blog &amp; he was trying to stop me from posting such stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;I love it, when people try to control me! *pats her katana gently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, must go to school liao. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-7450100230822250402?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7450100230822250402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=7450100230822250402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7450100230822250402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7450100230822250402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/better-than-expected-i-was-expecting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-8386247376996610008</id><published>2007-01-29T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:01:59.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Entrance Exams Are Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really feeling like mentioning the EEs much but....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO MARKETING!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Hopoopfully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HELLO KL!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sucked like shit at these.&lt;br /&gt;We had a test (I guessed 80% of the questions) from history of art &amp; history with 50 questions and then two artsy assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was the portrait of the model. I had it all good only my composition was like fuck, the head wasn't in the middle but more to the left!!!! Goodbye, points. =_= Otherways the proportions &amp;amp; the shading were quite fine....but the composition..... *AHEM AHEM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other assignment was to make a poster on the "Slovak movie" topic.&lt;br /&gt;Know what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;The Slovak movie industry is practically dead, broke &amp; most of our movies are simply lame. MY POSTER WAS LAMER THOUGH. @_# The initial idea of it was good but because I didn't have all the materials I needed, it sucked. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idea was a poster with a black silhouette of block of flats (= communist/post-communist/modern era) and a......okay, lemme draw it: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="578" alt="" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It looked roughly like this. That dark grey thingy was supposed to be a movie screen and that cock (heh) there is supposed to be a symbol of the traditional rural Slovakia. That double-cross is a symbol of Slovakia as whole, it's in &lt;a href="http://www.slovakopedia.com/pix/s/slovak-flag.gif"&gt;our flag &lt;/a&gt;too. That weirdly green thing was actually a golden material...it's used in floral compositions. :P&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I didn't have black paper so that black silhouette was painted by black acryl..... *sigh* It looked like a crap then. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY SUCKED DUCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quackever lah. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting it anyways. Tomorrow I'm going to pick up the portfolio and oficially get to know that I'm not passing to the 2nd round of EE. Quackever. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-8386247376996610008?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8386247376996610008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=8386247376996610008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8386247376996610008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/8386247376996610008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/entrance-exams-are-over-im-not-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-5474683902770468759</id><published>2007-01-27T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:50:16.686+01:00</updated><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;strong&gt;Fuck This&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to embarrass myself on Monday. My "artworks" suck a big shit &amp; I don't have a drop of a talent. Fuck this, I'm going to write a make-believe entry a la &lt;a href="http://daomingmikai.blogdrive.com/archive/1355.html"&gt;Justine's&lt;/a&gt;, maybe it'd cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Graphic Design, come to me, Marketing. I hope we'll be good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-5474683902770468759?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5474683902770468759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=5474683902770468759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5474683902770468759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5474683902770468759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/fuck-this-im-going-to-embarrass-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1086870753173665447</id><published>2007-01-27T01:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T02:06:26.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Eventful Icy Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ABSURDITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in a span of 40 minutes I saw a guy who resembled S very much...curly, dark, shoulder reaching hair, glasses...yet he wasn't S..I felt sad after he had left the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So close to S, yet so far!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't know what was about to come yet. ^^ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this S-resembling-guy left, I felt cold so I was walking around the bus stop until an old man asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're stressed, aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've started to talk.&lt;br /&gt;And later on, this Norwegian writer &amp; translator wanted to "invite me over for a wine", took my mobile phone number AND - fucking perv asshole, he did this &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; I gave him my number - wanted me to kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTP. SCARY!!!!! @_#&lt;br /&gt;Go cut off your dick, pervy Pakidude. *grrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I started to talk to him at the bus stop where I was waiting, another thing had happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; CAME THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;He got on the same trolleybus as me &amp;amp; that Norwegian. He sat down on the doubleseat diagonally in front of us &amp; facing us...and anytime I looked at him (=every 5 seconds), he was looking at me too. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a rose in his hands, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING! :P I didn't know that guys come from the city with a rose! I thought girls do that! Well, but maybe his gf was at their house? That'd be so sweet.... Hm, or maybe he's a gay and he got the rose from his boyfriend. XD Or maybe his mom had her birthday? That'd be so sweet too. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't changed a bit. :)&lt;br /&gt;He still looks that fragile, his hair is still curly, thick &amp;amp; shiny, he still wears the same glasses and his skin is smooth as always. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, nostalgy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that I no longer love him.&lt;br /&gt;A success after those long 7 years, isn't it? :P&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;, my heart jumped only one nanometer and that was it....it wasn't like in my S-heydays when I'd stop breathing when seeing him and my heart would flutter around like mad....&lt;br /&gt;No, it was different now.&lt;br /&gt;All I felt for him was just CARE.&lt;br /&gt;No LOVE. No OBSESSION. No CRUSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I have REALLY moved on then....and that's superb, yet I feel a bit sad, because S had been a big part of my life, an endless topic of talks and a good object for comparison (e. g.: "This guy is ugly....S is much more handsome!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sigh. :)&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;However, if he asked me out, I'd agree to it. Just for the sake of it....and for finally being able to kiss those lovely lips and hug those shoulders. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eeeerm, this didn't sound like I had moved on, did it? O_o XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish him a lovely life. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna forget him!!!!! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish I hadn't moved on. *sigh* =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1086870753173665447?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1086870753173665447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1086870753173665447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1086870753173665447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1086870753173665447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/eventful-icy-night-just-one-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-791955979952306915</id><published>2007-01-26T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:28:24.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Circuits Of Our Minds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me, DD &amp; AL were out for a nice lasagna and the conversation was just floating around....no real topic....nothing much....until we've came to the topic of &lt;strong&gt;universities&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"And where would you like to study?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Dunno yet but I'm trying many schools."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I'm kind of counting on Graphic Design but there's a huge chance it won't work out so then lalalaaaa, I'll go for some Marketing &amp; Advertising."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Well, I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to get to Architecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we had moved on to the &lt;strong&gt;guys&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"You'll get there, don't you worry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to get there, really. Architects are such a hotties, mmm!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Mwahaha, as if the designers weren't... &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*daydreams*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...and if Iget to KL...imagine all those cute, hunky Asian designers in black plastic-rimmed glasses...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*fans herself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I want a hot &amp; NORMAL snowboarder!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"I stick with architects. And designers too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Same in here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Only I hope the designers aren't all GAY cuz they at least tend to look so, with their super-styled outfits and sexy haircuts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Hmmm, yeah.....well...ARCHITECTS R DA BEST anyways! :D Hellooooo, Malaysian arch hotties! Come to me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the guy talk we had moved on to &lt;strong&gt;how shitty our life is&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Whatever, no one's gonna notice me anyways. I can just dream on &amp;amp; better study not talk crap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I hate it how we're nobody! Everything is so uncertain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"And I'm sooooo tired of everything, I can't stand this fucking stereotype anymore!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"This fucked up high school MUST E. N. D. already. Then I'll feel way better. Arrgghh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I'm constantly sleep-deprived! And I'm lazying around so technically, I could be sleeping!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Yeah, I know this too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and so on &amp; so on.&lt;br /&gt;On these three topics only.&lt;br /&gt;-_-'''''&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get to know some punker and talk with him/her about...errr....punk music &amp;amp; tattooes? :P I don't know what the punkers talk about. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to work, I'm going to paint something with temperas now, then I'm off to art prof's atelieur and then I have to be in Aupark at 6pm; me &amp;amp; Kucci are going for a alcohol-free coctail! ^_^ Mojito virgin, I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO SIP YOU!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-791955979952306915?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/791955979952306915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=791955979952306915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/791955979952306915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/791955979952306915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/three-circuits-of-our-minds-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-3174101692157578455</id><published>2007-01-25T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:51:45.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quack With Me, Flirt With Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got inspired by &lt;a href="http://potatomusmaximus.blogspot.com"&gt;Potatomus Maximus &lt;/a&gt;and got myself this nice &lt;a href="http://cbox.ws/?box=2579006"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cbox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;NOW, if you wanna, you can quack with me and leave me millions of bodoh messages and hopefully I'll reply! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way &lt;a href="http://sebthepleb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seb&lt;/a&gt;, my ICQ is 273-997-013, add me....and sorry for not replying to both of your SMSes, I couldn't, cuz recently my bill was 2500Skk ( = 662ZAR says &lt;a href="http://www.xe.com/ucc"&gt;Xe&lt;/a&gt;) and that's fucking too much!!!! @_#&lt;br /&gt;I must cut on SMSes.....it's mad liao! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other note....&lt;br /&gt;I have already drawn (or - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"I already drew"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I HATE ENGLISH GRAMMAR!!!!) that chalk drawing but I don't really like it. It's either ugly &amp; uninteresting or I'm too harsh on myself BUT something tells me it's the 1st thing. =_= :P&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to draw that aquarel too but I CAN'T FIND MY AQUAREL PENCILS!!!!! O_O&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I hate being so messy! I need a maid! *bangs head on the floor* T_T &gt;_&lt; @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days to go, roughly 5 more drawings/paintings to complete. ALAMAK!!!!! *freaks out &amp; dies* How am I gonna make it?! O_o Should I not sleep or something? Is &lt;em&gt;panda look&lt;/em&gt; attractive to you?! Will sleep-deprivation help me with my non-existent talent for fine arts?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think???? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I no more like the snobby polo t-shirt guys perfectly styled and all.&lt;br /&gt;All are POSERS. &lt;strong&gt;FAKE POSERS&lt;/strong&gt;. Our school is full of them!!!!!!!! They like to wear anything Tommy Hilfiger (optionally Ralph Lauren, Lacoste and Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana), white sneakers and black jackets with fake fur at the hoody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hip-hop yo muthafucka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys also *must* have gelled up hair and they're usually very skinny, very disgusting and look very homosexual. They *must* have iPods and usually they have never earned a single &lt;em&gt;koruna&lt;/em&gt; (Skk) by themselves; they're fully sponsored by their loving parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot tahan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And cannot quack with UJ anymore cuz he's like that!!!! *runs away to SG and hides behind Bryan* @_@ XD&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I've talked to him that much. Probably because his topics (&lt;em&gt;Range Rover, Apple products, Bang &amp; Olufsen, Aston Martin, Lamborghini, villas, Tommy Hilfiger, hair gel, mojito&lt;/em&gt;...erm, that's all~) were all brand new to me and I've liked the talking about unusual things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, but what have I found &lt;em&gt;UNDER&lt;/em&gt; all this after few months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VACUUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that I'm sticking to the S-type of guys as always; intelligent (MUST-HAVE), natural, polite, with good manners, with glasses and with a nice sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Golfista&lt;/em&gt; look will do good though, I love it. ^^'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got on 203 trolleybus and I had sat down. Then I've noticed a guy sitting almost in front of me (there was one seat in front of me and in front of *that* seat were 2 other seats facing my &amp; that seat before me) and a thought sprang into my mind: "Not a bad stuff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of an analysis I've came to the conclusion that his features were like those of BYJ.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously pathetic! XD&lt;br /&gt;Why ar?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; because S' face resembles BYJ's. So that leaves us to the fact that this guy's (let's call him U as "Unknown") face resembled S'! Wahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those scenes in romantic, sentimental, tear-jerking Korean dramas when the &lt;em&gt;guy &amp;amp; the girl see their reflections in the windows? The girl sees the guy looking at her....she sees it in the window...looks into his eyes in that reflection....and he sees that too and the piano starts playing a slow, mellow melody&lt;/em&gt; and.... *the viewers sob &amp; their hearts melt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. ME &amp;amp; U WERE DOING THE ABOVE MENTIONED ACTIVITY!&lt;br /&gt;Ha! :D&lt;br /&gt;So fun! :D I missed the piano music playing though and U wasn't any Korean hottie with black, shiny hair and a dazzling, tender smile; actually he was sand-haired and even though his BYJ-ish lips had the potential of a dazzling, tender smile, he hadn't smiled even once. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was depressing him. XD&lt;br /&gt;No noooo, actually, I know I wasn't because even after he got off the 203 he had turned to look at me one more time....and he kept doing it for 2 or 3 more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know it?&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been doing the same. :P Tehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mysterious Unknown Guy In 203 With Rimless Glasses&lt;/em&gt;, will I meet you again? O_o&lt;br /&gt;Maybe amazing things could happen, like befriending or even *gasp* dating.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I need a boyfriend now, I'm enough busy these days even without one and the worst (TOEFL, maturita) is just about to come, but...well, it could be amazing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what will happen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, bittersweet unknown FUTURE!&lt;/strong&gt; ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-3174101692157578455?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3174101692157578455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=3174101692157578455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3174101692157578455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/3174101692157578455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/quack-with-me-flirt-with-me-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-882235462945323602</id><published>2007-01-25T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:11:49.179+01:00</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;strong&gt;In Preparation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance exams will be in 4 days (5 including today) and I hardly have 12 artworks from the min. required amount of 20. TEHEHEEEE. Impressive, isn't it? :P&lt;br /&gt;I keep drawing, painting, drawing, painting &amp; so on.&lt;br /&gt;Just now I'm waiting for the aquarel paper to get dry so I can take my aquarel pencils and paint something there.....and after that I'll make myself the mushroom pizza (Dr. Oetker is my saviour), take the &lt;a href="http://www.koh-i-noor.cz/main/main.php?pageid=1&amp;amp;lang=4"&gt;Koh-I-Noor &lt;/a&gt;Toison D'Or dry chalks and draw a landscape with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be studying Society Studies, the 11th maturita question too because our prof is examining us tomorrow but I don't really care; I don't have the time for it! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will quack more later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-882235462945323602?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/882235462945323602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=882235462945323602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/882235462945323602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/882235462945323602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-preparation-entrance-exams-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-5751519914839752170</id><published>2007-01-23T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:39:54.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not In The Best Mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a completely USELESS &amp; ANNOYING day. I actually wonder how come I've survived it in a relative health.&lt;br /&gt;After school me &amp;amp; Kucci went to the cinema to see &lt;a href="http://www2.warnerbros.com/happyfeet/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but I have to warn you that IT IS A &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COMPLETE CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.moviesonline.ca/movie-gallery/albums/userpics/poster_happy_feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*&lt;a href="http://www.moviesonline.ca/movie-gallery/albums/userpics/poster_happy_feet.jpg"&gt;Credits&lt;/a&gt;*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you expect a cute, funny, adorable movie á la Ice Age, think again. Happy Feet is neither for kids, nor for the adults; it has no real plot, no charm and the characters are damn too realistics for a children's animated movie. The only one good thing was Nicole Kidman's voice singing the songs; she's really good! :) Otherways....Cannot tahan. @_@ It was pain in the ass and those baby penguins even weren't too cute!!! Blehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really disappointed cuz I had expected a far better movie than this....and what's worse, I was counting on it in terms of making my mood better. Sigh. =_= &lt;em&gt;Mission unaccomplished&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other note, sayangku said she's gonna introduce me to Bryan! OMD!!! Finally I'll get to know some NEW DUCKS!!!! YEAAAHH!!!! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of this stereotypic life, I think I'd even appreciate getting to know Borat Sagdiyev, but BRYAN is a far better option of course. :D&lt;br /&gt;He can &lt;em&gt;cook&lt;/em&gt;, arr?? ^_~ Indeed, he's a boy that must be treasured in a dark purple velvet with golden embroidery. Hihihihi. ^^;;;;&lt;br /&gt;I am booking him, okay? ^^v &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have a girl called Kate on our History of Art seminar and she's so........TALENTED. Seeing people like her makes me wonder if I'm any good for the Graphic Design.... I almost think I'm not. Just now I'm checking out the &lt;a href="http://www.limkokwing.edu.my/v6/academic/comm.asp"&gt;Limkokwing's Faculty of Communication &lt;/a&gt;where I'd like to go if (when?) I don't get to&lt;a href="http://www.vsvu.sk"&gt; VSVU &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.cenfad.edu.my"&gt;Cenfad&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today this Kate had a little assignment about Vincent Van Gogh and his paintings and she was reading his biography from an A4 sized paper with one Van Gogh's painting below, in the bottom part. I thought it was cut out from a magazine &amp; just glued there but no.....it was Kate's own copy of Van Gogh!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I gasped and a minute later Kate's friend showed me another Kate's painting - a copy of one Salvador Dali's surrealist artwork origionally painted by oil colors on canvas and now, in Kate's version, with just colorful pencil and on paper......it looked the same. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many talented people around; sadly, EXCLUDED me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shallow thing but this Kate even looks like an artist because she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; one. By 'looking as an artist' I mean that you can see that she has *her own* style, she looks just different....not like us, the crowd around. I've always thought that looking like everyone else probably also means that I AM like everyone else and here I'm getting it approved. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it disappointing to learn that you're not an artist talented enough for Graphic Design SIX DAYS before the entrance exams????!!!! =_=''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll try out the Mass Communication, Marketing or I'll just learn how to be a pooperfect make-up artist with Alena. Hmmmm. ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't seen S for such a long time already! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;I keep going home at the 203 trolleybus but sigh, he's nowhere. That's disappointing too! x_x I wonder if I'll get over him when I go to KL (&lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; I will); I'm counting on this actually and I'm also counting on meeting some kool dude there and blahblahblah....*K-drama happyend, come to me, thankyouverymuch.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pathetic, hm?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I know I am. =_=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-5751519914839752170?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5751519914839752170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=5751519914839752170&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5751519914839752170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5751519914839752170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-in-best-mood-today-was-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-7754649487032743864</id><published>2007-01-22T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:34:55.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOTS Of Art &amp; Design Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel like a depressed aspiring graphic design student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me &amp;amp; madre went to the &lt;a href="http://www.vsvu.sk"&gt;VSVU&lt;/a&gt;'s Open Door Day (?) what means that all ateliers were opened to the public and the studennts were having an exhibition of their artworks.&lt;br /&gt;FASCINATING.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you the pics tomorrow or on Tuesday cuz now I don't have too much time, it's past midnight &amp; tomorrow I have school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I bought 4 Designums (design magazine) and a book about the history of contemporary design......I spent 3 hours with the students' artworks....they were so GOOD...and then, when I came home, I drew one PORTRAIT with pencil &amp;amp; one STILL LIFE with giocondas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!!! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics tomorrow or on Tuesday as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and why DEPRESSED? Cuz the quality of students' work clearly says that I HAVE NO CHANCE on Jan 29. :P Cenfad, my last &amp; only resort where I wanna go anyways!! *_* ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I hate attitude like this!!!!! *fumes*&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to one dude on ICQ now.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING IDIOTIC TYPICAL EUROPEAN WHO THINKS ASIA IS ALL THE SAME PLACE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. An insight into the situation is required.&lt;br /&gt;I have a profile on one stupid Slovak website full of posers in Hilfiger jumpers &amp;amp; Dolce &amp; Gabbana jeans. Well, and there I just posted an "About Me" where I made fun of all these guys by pretending I'm a primitive ah lian critisizing the real *me*.....and there I also included a part saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And she's a 1/4 Korean or what! She's gonna like it in that Kululalala Lumpur or where coz, u know, she's gonna have all those squinty-eyed riceppl ard u know! Brutally kool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this &lt;strong&gt;dude&lt;/strong&gt; was like: &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"A KOREAN!!!! XD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Well, but I AM a 1/4 Korean!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"You silly girl! XD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"But I REALLY &lt;em&gt;AM&lt;/em&gt;!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; "Hmmm..like I see it, you're a silly girl! XD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Or yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Jesus Christ, YES I AM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Jesus, okay, sorry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after a while*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"So you're a 1/4 Chinese?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Or a Japanese?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"KOREAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Or a Korean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Or something, whatever from wherever??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Typical European primitive atittude like Asia is all the same place. "&lt;/span&gt; *fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"But Koreans are kool!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Am I saying they &lt;em&gt;aren't&lt;/em&gt; or anything?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"We have a Korean car and it's a bit &lt;em&gt;squinty&lt;/em&gt; but it's still good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate people like this. Primitive assholes.... GRRRR. *bitches around silently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went invisible on ICQ and now I'm going to log off cuz I have to shower &amp;amp; get my beauty sleep, it's already 12.28am! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:&lt;/strong&gt; Akon feat. Snoop Dogg have a new song called "I wanna love you" currently aired on MTV. Today I happily downloaded it from LimeWire and found out that the REAL version is called "I WANNA FUCK YOU" and the lyrics are dirty like hell with something about wet pussies!!!!! OMD!!!!!!! @_# XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-7754649487032743864?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7754649487032743864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=7754649487032743864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7754649487032743864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7754649487032743864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/lots-of-art-design-today-im-starting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-4508080292278417518</id><published>2007-01-20T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:49:48.870+01:00</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;strong&gt;What Makes My Blog Boring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYRclLyWySY&amp;NR"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls Out Loud Episode 5 Part 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at YouTube.com now &amp;amp; due to my greatmaster' (greatmistress'? I'm a woman afterall) ability to multi-task, I'm also reading various blogs when I'm waiting for the GOL to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those blogs are so sizzling hot, hip, fancy, funny, stylish &amp; well-written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've read &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.cheeserland.com"&gt;Cheesie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jayelleenelial.com"&gt;Jolene Lai&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://daomingmikai.blogdrive.com"&gt;Justine&lt;/a&gt; :) and &lt;a href="http://potatomusmaximus.blogspot.com"&gt;Potatomus Maximus &lt;/a&gt;so far today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my blog - apart from being crappy - is mainly &lt;em&gt;BORING&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's ask myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT MAKES MY BLOG BORING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Due to the Reason 1 - "No real dedication" must go watch GOL again. Will come back after like 8 minutes!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*OK. Back liao. Episode 5 was really kool but I swear, if a guy asks me whether I want to buy a flat with him, I'm gonna kick his balls off!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Already mentioned. NO REAL DEDICATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't take this as a serious job, I'm not showing off my non-existent writer's ambitions and I'm not trying to make my 0.003 readers laugh their heads off (although it &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; occur sometimes, usually unintentionally) while reading my daily quacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 2:&lt;/strong&gt; LIMITED TOPICS.&lt;br /&gt;My entries are usually about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How shitty life my is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How crispy, sizzling, saucy, lovely, cute, crunchy &amp;amp; rapeable various Korean celebs are (especially Bae Yong Joon &amp; Choi Dong Wook *salivates*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How is UJ stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How is my one-sided platonic love/obsession/personal degeneration with S going on, how much I miss him/love him/don't miss him/don't love him anymore and how I'm 'surely' gonna confess/move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much I hate Maths &amp;amp; going to PN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much I miss Singapore &amp; Malaysia and how I'm DEFINATELY going back there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I MUST get to Cenfad, or else............. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much I wanna eat *this* or *that* and usually *this* and *that* are from Singapore and Malaysia so I can't get it anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Limited, isn't it? Ooooh yes, it surely is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 3:&lt;/strong&gt; NO PHOTOS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just lazy to upload pictures because uploading pictures means resizing them, adding the blog addy there and then uploading them to PhotoBucket....well, and finally uploding them to Blogger. I wouldn't mind all this if my Photoshop was actually working but it isn't so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and what if my friends in here found it? CANNOT TAHAN LA!!! @_#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 4:&lt;/strong&gt; FEAR OF GETTING FOUND BY PEOPLE IN SVK.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually worried that UJ is gonna find some pics from summer which I uploaded here to some entry.&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; happened...... *jumps* #_#&lt;br /&gt;This blog is way too full of my Entries With Limited Topics TM and thus, I wouldn't want to have it read by SVKians. What if S understood that it's about him? And UJ? Gosh, I'd probably die then. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 5:&lt;/strong&gt; BORING LAYOUT.&lt;br /&gt;OK. I may be an aspiring graphic designer but I CAN'T DESIGN WEBSITES. I'll never have a sparkling glamour wonderful blog like Xiaxue or like any 13 years old HK schoolgirlie keeping a blog &amp;amp; knowing all about web design &amp;amp; Photoshop at this tender age.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 17 and I'm glad I know that &lt;&gt; &lt; / b &gt; without spaces means that the letters will get &lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pathetic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 6:&lt;/strong&gt; ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.&lt;br /&gt;Thus I can't express everything exactly the way I want to, although, I must shamelessly and proudly say that I'm pretty good. Only I got 3 from the recent English test....hahaha....okie, but I've never been able to write regular tests. :P I'm good at essays, not at the tests!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 6:&lt;/strong&gt; WEIRD LANGUAGE USED.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know many people who combine English, Malay words which hubooby taught me and weird duck-related phrases all in a neat package on a blog by a Slovak with Korean ancestors and with a Hungarian surname. &lt;em&gt;Gila!&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you go.&lt;br /&gt;There are more reasons but due to the Reason 1 I must now go watch GOL 6 hosted by the kool chick Ros and the ah lian prototype, blog icon Xiaxue.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get used to the fact that Xiaxue is such an ah lian in reality too! And I thought she's just acting it or what! I thought she can't wear THAT much make-up in real.....and that she surely wouldn't wear that much pink girlish Barbie stuff at once!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;My illusions about the world were yet again kicked hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-4508080292278417518?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4508080292278417518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=4508080292278417518&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4508080292278417518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4508080292278417518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-makes-my-blog-boring-im-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-2703070572984485047</id><published>2007-01-19T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:33:25.313+01:00</updated><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 align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Working Hard On Being A Panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been studying Economics until now (from 10.45pm though) but now I'm having a pause &amp; doing WHAT..?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Reading news about Bae Yong Joon at &lt;a href="http://www.joonsfamily.com/cms/viewforum.php?f=2&amp;amp;topicdays=0&amp;start=200&amp;amp;sid=94db6ea311dc0b23130adaf0072e138d"&gt;Joon's Family&lt;/a&gt;. *slaps head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021515272970568962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RbABiR-cBQI/AAAAAAAAABc/4j0t6fBH0BU/s320/byj+suit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (S' lips are likes this; mmmmmmmm, hey sweety u want kiss kiss ok u sexy thing? &lt;---- Pakitalk! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's indeed very relaxing &amp; it deepens my irrational, unconditional love towards him but it certainly DOESN'T deepen my knowledge of the Economics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaaaah....but economics is just SO boring.....like WHO CARES for all those dry, boring formulas about trade, market &amp;amp; money? *yawns* &lt;em&gt;Not me.&lt;/em&gt; x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.27am liao. I'm waking up in less that 6 hours and I STILL don't know it all. -_- My fault though, I shouldn't have been talking crap on ICQ with guys on UJ's gayish appearence and other unimportant stupid gossip. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow (or actually, today~) I'll have a presentation from Renaissance for which I'm hopefully going to get 1 and then this Economics test from which if I get 3 I'll jump 5 meters high &amp; dance salsa. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All guys should be gentlemen like BYJ. ALL GUYS!!!! YOU HEAR ME, ASSHOLES?! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a crazy Japanese ahjumma....they love BYJ. Hahahaha. :D I go for older men, OK! He's 34 years old! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, in my next life, I'm going to be Choi Ji-Woo and I'll star with BYJ in Winter Sonata. Oooohh, those hugs &amp; kisses. *fans herself* *_* Can't wait! ^^v XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-2703070572984485047?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2703070572984485047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=2703070572984485047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2703070572984485047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2703070572984485047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/working-hard-on-being-panda-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RbABiR-cBQI/AAAAAAAAABc/4j0t6fBH0BU/s72-c/byj+suit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-2779465020984862297</id><published>2007-01-17T08:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T08:37:35.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep On Singin' My Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up this morning with a smile on my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nobody's gonna bring me down today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been feeling like nothing's been going my way lately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I decided right here, an' now, that my outlook's gonna change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's why I'm gonna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say goodbye to all the tears I've cried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime somebody hurt my pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feelin' like they won't let me live life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the time to look at what is mineI see every blessing so clearly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thank god for what I got from above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe they can take anything from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they can't succeed in taking my inner peace from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They can say all they wanna say about meBut I'm gonna carry on (carry on)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'mma keep on (keep on) singin' my song(La, la, la, etc.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never wanna dwell on the pain again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no use in relivin' how I hurt back then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rememberin' too well the hell I felt when I was runnin' out of faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every step I'm 'bout to take moves towards a better day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm about toSay farewell to every single lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the fears I've held too long inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime I felt I couldn't try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the negativity inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For too long, I've been strugglin', couldn't go on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I've found I'm feelin' strong and I'm moving on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe they can take anything from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they can't succeed in taking my inner peace from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They can say all they wanna say about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm gonna carry on, (carry on)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'mma keep on (keep on) singin' my song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I tried to be what they wanted from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It never came naturally, so I ended up in misery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was unable to see all the good around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasted so much energy on what they thought of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than simply just remembering to breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm humanly unable to please everyone at the same time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now I find my peace of mind living one day at a time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end I answer to one god&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comes down to one love till I get to heaven above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have made the decision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never to give in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till the I day I die no matter what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im gonna carry on, I'mma keep on singin' my song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They can't take anything from me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be my MANTRA, MY SONG.&lt;br /&gt;I had a bit of a breakdown yesterday, I got aggravated like fuck &amp; all, dunno, I cried, I bitched, I yelled AND bitched..........it was so exhausting.......cannot tahan anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to the school with my head head up proudly to FAIL MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;That's life.&lt;br /&gt;Get used to it, you lazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD WORK PAYS OFF but not&lt;em&gt; everytime&lt;/em&gt;. Forget all the tears, babe. Forget the anger. GRAPHIC DESIGNER DON'T NEED THE FUCKING MATHS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I MUST get to KL, otherways lif's just fucking unfair. You know - yin yang principle; endlessly fucked up shitty high school ---&gt; great uni life ----&gt; fucked up job? -----&gt; great retirement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, fuck it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think even if I had a bf now, he'd break up with me for my negativism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BF:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Sweeeeety, I love youuuuuuuu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Hey, stop this mush, we're gonna break up anyways, all good things come to an end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BF:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must get dressed &amp;amp; all and go fail Maths now. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHO CARES?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't, 13% is cool considering my knowledge is 0%-ish!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-2779465020984862297?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2779465020984862297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=2779465020984862297&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2779465020984862297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/2779465020984862297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/keep-on-singin-my-song-i-woke-up-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-4066112023094096628</id><published>2007-01-16T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:59:21.687+01:00</updated><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;strong&gt;Apparently NOT Feeling Like Looking At Maths Which I'm Gonna Fail No Matter What I Do =_=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long title, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post though. And VERY angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS!&lt;br /&gt;I AM STRESSED OUT!&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE WANTS SOMETHING FROM ME!&lt;br /&gt;AAARRGGGHHH, FUCK YOU ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE ALL THOSE HUNKY ASIAN GUYS, WHEN YOU NEED ONE?!&lt;br /&gt;{OK, I'm in Europe, I should move elsewhere, preferrably to Asia}&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS MATHS *THAT* IMPORTANT FOR ME, AN ASPIRING GRAPHIC DESIGNER?!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU, SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;UJ is a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *flips through his notebook with straight As noted down* &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I haaaaaate people with straight As.....they're weird!!!! I'm not gonna talk to you anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I don't hate them, but they ARE weird! It's not humanly possible to get straight As, at least not at my fucking school!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UJ:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Jesus Christ....okay....I'm gonna write here some B!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTD!!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10.55pm.&lt;br /&gt;Should I bother with that Maths, or not? O_o&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just a bit, pro forma. That won't hurt me, although it's certainly gonna make me throw the Maths notebook outta the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of - you know what am I gonna do after my graduation? ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM GOING TO BURN ALL THE NOTEBOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RITUALLY!!!!! YEAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait liao. *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen S for few months already, yet I still think about him and feel the urge to mention him every 5 seconds. Someone, please kick my ass, so I'll shut up finally cuz I'm tiring myself with it already. @_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13%. 13%. 13%.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if S knew how stupid am I. He'd laugh his ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm very vulgar, but I don't care. Blah. I'm gonna take care of myself &amp;amp; become ladylike when I'm outta this fucking school. Bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-4066112023094096628?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4066112023094096628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=4066112023094096628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4066112023094096628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4066112023094096628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/apparently-not-feeling-like-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-4114335848690381204</id><published>2007-01-16T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:35:39.561+01:00</updated><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;strong&gt;Bleh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an awful headache, Ibalgin gulped down liao, itchy eyes, ecsema, &amp; &lt;strong&gt;13% from Maths&lt;/strong&gt;. So yeah, I'm failing. Well, just a little detail, I have a TEST tomorrow and I was just desperately trying to practice those equations and sadly, it was worthless. A waste of time, really. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we can fail on the 1st semester....we just can't fail on the other semester with the graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never failed anything (thanks to cheating, friend's help at the tests &amp; endless hours of tuition) but IT'S TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have the entrance exams to VSVU on January 29 and I still have to do around 20 artworks...now....how much do I have already? Like, &lt;em&gt;ONE?!&lt;/em&gt; Fuck it!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes, ONE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to draw that still life with giocondas today, but &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt;, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my horoscopes I read: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Focus on your studies, forget guys, work on your future..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; yaddayadda and I'll tell ya, I'd really like to do that only if it wasn't SO MUCH AT ONE TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA GET MAD SOON!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that insomnia too, yesterday I went to bed at midnight and fell asleep at 1.30am. Mmmm, I felt "SO FRESH" today......like a zombie, really. #_#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10.35pm now.&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? Try to study or go read some blogs &amp;amp; then go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, sorry if I don't reply to your SMSes but I don't wanna have the billhigh like shit again, recently it was like 2500Skk and that's WAY too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-4114335848690381204?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4114335848690381204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=4114335848690381204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4114335848690381204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/4114335848690381204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/bleh-i-have-awful-headache-ibalgin.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-7198285597587989704</id><published>2007-01-14T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:31:38.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back From PN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many entries called "Back From PN"....I think that truly reflects my shitty life. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Weekend full of shitty Maths tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAN DIE LA!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; *bangs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very good mood almost all day long, probably due to the nice dream I had, but now it had strangely dissipated and dissapeared in the shit of life. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Know what my nice dream was about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;About having a cute Korean architecture student boyfriend in KL who wore yellow&lt;br /&gt;polo t-shirt, black rimmed plastic glasses (Sung Si Kyung-ish glasses) and with&lt;br /&gt;whom I used to go to Kinokuniya and Starbucks at KLCC. Oh yes, I met him in KL&lt;br /&gt;cuz I studied there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAHHH!!!!! FASCINATINGLY GORGEOUS!!!!! *___* ^___^&lt;br /&gt;Only if it was not just a dream, right. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of kicked me off though; whenever I recall me &amp; my cute K-bf strolling around KL under the scorching sun and in the 85% humidity sweating like shit, I feel that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING I CAN TO MAKE MY DREAM COME TRUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I draw a portrait btw; I chose a pic which hubooby sent me ages ago, there's some Ben guy smiling naughtily and so I drew him. I wanted to show you the portrait but as my brand new Olympus is a completely SHITTY camera, it's making problems &amp; I can't upload it to the PC and then to here. WTP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Next time, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty good, btw. Muahaha. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long live self-flattery!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; DD have just decided that our future dogs will be called &lt;strong&gt;Tequila&lt;/strong&gt; (DD's) and &lt;strong&gt;Mojito&lt;/strong&gt; (mine). HAHA!!! :D Can't wait liao. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told DD that the MINUTE AFTER MY GRADUATION, &lt;em&gt;I'LL DANCE UP NAKED TO S, FRENCH KISS HIM &amp; THEN JUMP INTO HIS SWIMMING POOL&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;OMD, imagine if I did that! XD&lt;br /&gt;I think he's enjoy it if I had Jessica Alba's body, but sadly, that's not true, so I think he'd just vomit. =_=&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough mumbling. Must go procrastinate until I decide to take a shower &amp;amp; then to draw a still life with giocondas. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-7198285597587989704?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7198285597587989704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=7198285597587989704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7198285597587989704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7198285597587989704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-from-pn-i-have-so-many-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-6073154553600030583</id><published>2007-01-12T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:19:14.313+01:00</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'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexual &lt;em&gt;Bae&lt;/em&gt;lution, Maternal Instincts &amp; The Almost-Cured Bursitis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've just returned from the doc, pizzeria and the short walk with Haku. As I've mentioned yesterday, I have a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bursitis"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bursitis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on my left elbow but it's curing fast. ^^ I feel like retired cuz I got the Coxtral prescribed and that's what old people eat...haha... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at the doc - more specifically, at the chirurgy ward where I went for check-up - I saw a little, curly, red-haired girlie running around. She was so CUUUUTE!!!! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my maternal instincts are awakening........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to share my precious DNA with anybody else than &lt;em&gt;S or his sexy bro Peter/Bae Yong Joon/Choi Dong Wook/prince William/&lt;/em&gt;(acceptable)&lt;em&gt; Kwon Sang Woo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/byjlaugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHOICE 1: He's twice older as me, okay, but he's the prototype of an IDEAL MAN for me (even with this ponytail! That's for the new drama, ok!!!! Stop giggling!) so I would.....oh...naughty....cannot say! ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEXUAL &lt;/em&gt;BAE&lt;em&gt;LUTION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here he looks weird, I admit, with those grandpa glasses but you know why I chose this pic? Cuz of that SINCERE LAUGHTER. Me loves it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYJ looks almost like S and vice versa, so CHOICE 1 represents them both. Oh, and S' sexy brother Peter, but he doesn't resemble BYJ, he resembles GOD with his 186cm, swimmer's toned body, veeeery broad shoulders and heavenly face. Yummy! ^^&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I WANNA HAVE HIM SERVED JUST IN BOXERS AND WITH BLUEBERRIES &amp; CHOCOLATE WHIPPED CREAM ALL OVER HIS ALMOST-NAKED BODY.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, am I naughty!&lt;br /&gt;Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/se7olution1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/se7olution1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;CHOICE 2, Choi Dong Wook. 'Nuff said! *_* He's young, hot, sexy, adorable, cute and LET'S HOPE he's intelligent too. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/kwonsangwoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/kwonsangwoo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CHOICE 3, with Kwon Sang Woo. I think you're getting the drift now; I usually go for well-mannered, shy, handsome gentlemans with beautiful eyes and smiles. Oh, and I like messy hairstyles. And glasses would do too, those black plastic ones are the coolest ones cuz they look soo like you're an architect/designer! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm superficial, it's official now. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/prince-william.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="276" alt="" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/prince-william.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;CHOICE4, but this one is not that important and interesting. And anyways, William also reminds me of S with these features he has got so it all leads to the same point anyways. :P&lt;br /&gt;Am I pathetic or WHAT?! =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;S/Peter/BYJ/CDW/KSW/William...doesn't matter...Our children will still then be adorable, intelligent, sweet, cute, funny, well-behaved and with rich, adorable, intelligent, sweet, cute, funny, busy &amp; naughty parents. I LIKE THAT. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, not only I got my maternal instincts awakened there! :D I was called a Chinese! :D&lt;br /&gt;I met two girls (11yrs old maybe?) at the chirurgy ward who were waiting for check-up just like I did and we've started to talk &amp;amp; suddenly they told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Whohooo...you have such big eyes....actually we thought at first that you're a Chinese!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"O_o Really? :P"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cuz I really wasn't expecting that my 1/k Korean quarter is *that* visible (even though they thought I'm a Chinese. :P). Maybe it's thanks to my Sung Si Kyung-ish hairstyle, probably it emphasizes my face or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, alright....time to do something else than just blabbing here. It's 3.18pm so now I'll go make a good, steamy cup of tea, reply to Raymond's &amp;amp; R dad's emails and take another walk with Haku....and then....off to Aupark! :D SALES everywhere! YEAHHH!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-6073154553600030583?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6073154553600030583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=6073154553600030583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6073154553600030583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6073154553600030583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/sexual-bae-lution-maternal-instincts.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-726435784878508419</id><published>2007-01-12T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:09:54.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to write actually, only that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've found a pic where BYJ looks EXACTLY like S, but I'm lazy to post it now here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://liezle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liezle.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;RULEZ ^_^ BYJ forever, hmm? ^_^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have &lt;strong&gt;bursitis&lt;/strong&gt; of my left elbow! :P See Wiki for more. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I took a walk at S hill again. Ah, nostalgy... ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CONDUCKTULATIONS, BAIBEE, TO YOUR SLOVAKIA PROJECT!!!! :D Thanks for promoting my country among people who think it's in Eastern Siberia! ^_^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a new hoddie at Pull &amp; Bear and now I'm broke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;R's sis is hoping me &amp;amp; R get together again one day. WTP!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;R's mom misses me.....and vice versa! T_T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I must ask R's mom for the fried rice recipe :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ANY HOT ARCHITECTURE STUDENTS TO HUG ME?! Koreans preferred. Muahahaaa. :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday tmr! ^_^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TUITION IN PN AGAIN. FUCK. IT. @_#&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-726435784878508419?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/726435784878508419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=726435784878508419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/726435784878508419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/726435784878508419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-nothing-to-write-actually-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-6202431869177260403</id><published>2007-01-09T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:49:48.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Look Like Sung Si Kyung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. New hair, new look. This time like Sung Si Kyung! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="322" alt="" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/sungsikyung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Sung Si Kyung.&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;And this is me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/P1090115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm either him or his twin. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I don't like my hair much cuz it looks too sporty &amp; like from a Korean boyband, but that's the price I pay for telling the hairdresser to "do whatever she wants with my hair, as long as she cuts off my fucked up hair tips". Aiyah. :P =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in a good mood.  @_@&lt;br /&gt;The fucking pressure I feel from everywhere &amp;amp; everyobne is gonna kill me soon.... There are so many things I MUST do... I think I'm gonna explode soon. Fuck, I hate this life.&lt;br /&gt;I need to change the environment but that's KL and for that I have to endure this fucking pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;Where is my giddy, crazy, hyperactive, good mood when I need one? -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-6202431869177260403?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6202431869177260403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=6202431869177260403&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6202431869177260403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/6202431869177260403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-look-like-sung-si-kyung-thats-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1533120054798509726</id><published>2007-01-07T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T12:18:04.072+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Quacking Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Horseriding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream where I was &lt;strong&gt;horseriding&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; I was with my cousin in some &lt;strong&gt;wood&lt;/strong&gt; or where....first at a &lt;strong&gt;beige sidewalk&lt;/strong&gt;, then in our old horseriding club (closed already T_T). Amazing. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com"&gt;analyze&lt;/a&gt; it &amp;amp; see what I've got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HORSE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;To see a horse in your dream, represents a strong, physical energy. You need to tame the wild forces. The dream may imply that you have been horsing around. Or perhaps you need to be less arrogant and "get off your high horse".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a black or dark horse in your dream (well, mine was terracota red), signifies mystery, wildness, and the unknown. You may be taking a chance or gamble at some unknown area. It may even represents occult forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are riding a horse, denotes that you will achieve success through underhanded means. You lack integrity. If you are riding a horse that is out of control, signifies that you are being carried away by your passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOODS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To see the woods in your dream, represents life, fertility, rejuvenation, and spring. Alternatively, it symbolizes the unknown and unconscious. You may be discovering your instinctual nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEIGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Beige represents the basics, the essentials and the barest form. It may also indicate your neutral or unbiased position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIDEWALK:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are walking on a sidewalk, your steady progress and direction in life. You may be moving on to new walks of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should it mean then? O_o&lt;br /&gt;That I 'lack integrity', YET I 'have a steady progress &amp; direction in life'? :P&lt;br /&gt;Actually, probably yes, cuz even through all my cheating at the tests and being scattered, I know what I want &amp;amp; am (more or less :P) working on it. Mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wood was of course a mixture of &lt;strong&gt;brown&lt;/strong&gt; trunks, &lt;strong&gt;greens&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;dark greens&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;olive greens&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;even golds&lt;/strong&gt;, as it was almost autumn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Green signifies a positive change, good health, growth, healing, hope, vigor, vitality, peace, and serenity. Green is also symbolic of your strive to gain recognition and establish your independence. Money, wealth and jealousy are often associated with this color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark green indicates materialism, cheating, deceit, and/or difficulties with sharing. You need to balance between your masculine and feminine attributes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLIVE GREEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The olive green color symbolizes natural wisdom and Zen. You need to achieve peace in your environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROWN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Brown denotes worldliness, practicality, domestic and physical comfort, conservatism, and a materialistic character. Brown also represents the ground and earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The golden color reflects your spiritual rewards, richness, refinement and enhancement of your surroundings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, what about this now? O_o&lt;br /&gt;That I DO 'need to achieve peace in my surroundings', I just agree. I also agree that I 'strive to gain recognition &amp; establish my independance'...only it's not that easy, especially with &lt;em&gt;65Skk&lt;/em&gt; on my account!!!! That's like...not even 2 Euro! FUCK!!!!! @_# XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teheheee.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY need a part time job...another one, besides my hostessing which is very irregular... But that must wait after my VSVU entrance exams. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cook myself oat porridge now (sounds disgusting? ^_~ Actually, it's yummy!) which is not only delicious but also great for hair &amp;amp; skin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oat flakes + milk ===&gt; cook, then sprinkle with Granko or cinnamon/cane sugar. ^^&lt;br /&gt;YUMMMYLICIOUS! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Edit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;MY ELBOW STILL HURTS!!!! Uuuuaaaawwhgfhjhvghjcggf, I'll die! X_X Why does it hurt? @_#&lt;br /&gt;Also I have period cramps but no period. I wish it'd come already, I can feel it's just around the corner....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1533120054798509726?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1533120054798509726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1533120054798509726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1533120054798509726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1533120054798509726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/horseriding-i-had-dream-where-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-5630040301200047235</id><published>2007-01-07T01:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T02:01:46.082+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quackever'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, I can't add the HTML of SiteMeter cuz it ain't workin' cuz my blog is ducked up. WTP.&lt;br /&gt;What if I add the HTML *here*? Will *THAT* work?&lt;br /&gt;It's pointless to add it here, I know, but I'm just testing it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter XHTML Strict 1.0 --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="&lt;a href=" site="s24quack"&gt;http://s24.sitemeter.com/js/counter.js?site=s24quack&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not visible on preview. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Quackever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-5630040301200047235?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5630040301200047235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=5630040301200047235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5630040301200047235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/5630040301200047235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-i-cant-add-html-of-sitemeter-cuz-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-179886501111322079</id><published>2007-01-07T01:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:53:04.530+01:00</updated><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;My Rapist Alter Ego Gets To Blog Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder what I've been doing last night cuz my left elbow now hurts like hell &amp; is red &amp;amp; swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I've been fighting with Leif (my plushy elk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or I've tried to rape S!!!!! XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was the 2nd option, that'd be far more exciting...hhahahhaha, just kidding. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, apart from raping the forever muse, crush &amp; icon S, I also wouldn't mind raping Se7en:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017081574678351522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RaBBHEvcTqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/s4LNindcYjY/s400/se7olution+AAAAAAHHHHH+YUMMY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, how can anyone be THAT hot?! O_o I don't think he's real actually; he's probably just a holographic image or what.........mere humans CAN'T be that hot!!!! *salivates*&lt;br /&gt;Even my friend who doesn't like Asian guys said that he's "da 1st class". I can just agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I wanna tie him, tear the clothes from him and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DUCK OFF, YOU RAPIST ALTER EGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAARGGHH!!!! &gt;_&lt; @_#&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mich the non-rapist comes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, duckies! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Mind my rapist alter ego, it's just frustrated or something....that must be my inner Lil' Kim or something. Sigh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Se7en?!&lt;br /&gt;OK, even though I don't really wanna rape him, I wanna date him! &lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;UCK! I wish it was possible. =_= But maybe he's an asshole anyways.....but a hot asshole at least...hahhahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough duckshit. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to update my SiteMeter now, I kinda removed it from my blog when updating this layout &amp;amp; forgot to put it back.....lemme do that now so I can see if this is read at least by 3 ducks from which I'm one. :P&lt;br /&gt;Quack quack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-179886501111322079?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/179886501111322079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=179886501111322079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/179886501111322079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/179886501111322079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-rapist-alter-ego-gets-to-blog-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hLfzuX0Ebo/RaBBHEvcTqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/s4LNindcYjY/s72-c/se7olution+AAAAAAHHHHH+YUMMY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-1939970540888508486</id><published>2007-01-05T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:16:46.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Want A Boyfriend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUUAAA!!!! TT____TT&lt;br /&gt;Tsung Long got his Maya. Munie got her Hiro. Teresa still has her Ivo. Jasmin has her Aladdin. Mulan has her Li Shang. Fiona has her Shrek. S has her blonde....*gulps down nasty words* ...girlfriend. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me got who? &lt;em&gt;Nobody!&lt;/em&gt; *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone thinks I'm dating UJ but I can assure you I'm not doing so. I know him too well to be that foolish to date him...haha... You know what I mean? I mean that the 1st impression of him is superb but the 2nd is just TERRIBLE. XD Dun wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY saw My Sassy Girl today (with this annoying Chinese dabit talking to the Korean!!!! SHIT!) and..uuuaaa!!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all the emo "I'm-so-lonely-and-have-no-hunky-Asian-boyfriend-to-hug-me" effect it also reming me of Chia Ching AKA &lt;em&gt;Peng&lt;/em&gt; as I called him here when I was ranting about him.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all contact with him already.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how's he doing?&lt;br /&gt;We were the closest friends ever but then...I dunno...he somehow drifted away from me and I felt sad &amp; angry and then later when he apologized, I was too proud to accept it. :(&lt;br /&gt;Fucking pride! &gt;_&lt; T_T&lt;br /&gt;Because of it I lost one of my closest friends!!!! *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digressed.....the movie reminded me of him cuz he said that he totally loves it and it was him who has sent me the My Sassy Girl wallpapers. I still have them, by the way. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;It was also him who told me that he loved the idea of those "&lt;a href="http://www.sandybox.net/?m=200509"&gt;10 Rules&lt;/a&gt;" and so....here are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, in case you wanna date me (haha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Don't ask me to stop being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Don't take advantage of me even though it's very easy to do so, I admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Support me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bear with my moods and vulgarities I use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Don't try to control me. I have my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Be a gentleman and behave like a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Love me the way I am. In other words, don't try to change me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hug me when I'm sad. Hug me when I'm happy too! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Be yourself. No posing to impress me or WTD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Give me my freedom but be there when I need you...I'll do the same for you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now just to find someone to follow them.....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting on KL though. Hehe. Thousands of hunky, adorable Asians around! WAH!!! *shiny eyes* And cuz I'm an &lt;em&gt;angmoh&lt;/em&gt;, everyone's gonna want me cuz an &lt;em&gt;angmoh&lt;/em&gt; girlfriend is a nice trophy. &lt;em&gt;Right, Raymond?&lt;/em&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;Ah sigh, then I'll have to see who wants me as a trophy and who means it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling emo, maybe my period's gonna come, so bear with me, please. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHO AM I!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I'm a 1/4 Korean complicates it even more! GRRR!!!! &gt;_&lt; @_@&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll also have to count on KL; I say I love Asian guys and Asian food and Asian cosmetics and Asian cinema........and when I'll finally live in Asia, my illusions will drop and well, then I'll see everything. Who am I? I'll learn it then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Ilkka is online! *_* ^____^&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;I can't multi-task anymore, have you noticed that? SIGH. =_= T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A BOYFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, our agreement with Pom (that if we don't find anyone suitable, we marry in 2014, wahhahah) is still valid so he's my &lt;em&gt;last resort&lt;/em&gt;. XD He can cook and he's a cutie, what more can I want? :D XD&lt;br /&gt;He has both IQ &amp; EQ too.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing he lacks is.....English!!!!! @_# The boy should learn it better. Wahahaha. Maybe I should tell him. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough emo mumbling, no one's reading this anyways. :( Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;HEY!!!! GUYS!!!! LEAVE ME A MESSAGE IF YOU'RE READING THIS BLOG!!!! I AM FEELING LONELY AND EMO, I WANT TO HEAR YOUR VOICES!!!!! COMMENT!!!! *_* ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-1939970540888508486?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1939970540888508486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=1939970540888508486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1939970540888508486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/1939970540888508486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-boyfriend-uuuaaa-tttt-tsung-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22820922.post-7535632163175518062</id><published>2007-01-05T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:11:24.384+01:00</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;strong&gt;Lazy &amp; Contended/SUPER WEIRD DREAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munie &amp; Hiro are a couple! YAY! ^_^ Congratz you two, you're LOVELY!!!! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynnie &amp;amp; Manis got the gifts from me &amp; they like it.. I'M GLAD!! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to Teresa's Friendster profile and I must say that the saying "Love is blind" is sooooooo &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;. My ex-bf would surely NOT win the competition for the most handsome man if there was any. Teheheheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm late as usual, but SELAMAT HARI RAYA to you, duckies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sent out an e-mail to Cenfad (the 685648976589th e-mail liao) about the min points of TOEFL &amp;amp; the date until when to send the application with all the documents &amp; portfolio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a DAMN WEIRD DREAM today starring &lt;strong&gt;S &amp; me&lt;/strong&gt;. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream I (with some friends) somehow sneaked into his house when he was having some party but I was too scared &amp;amp; shy to show up in the living room where him &amp; his friends &amp;amp; his bro were....so we hid into another room where we hoped not to be noticed.&lt;br /&gt;However, his mother found us and I dunno why, she instantly started to hate me; the first thought I had was "Oh, now that's gonna be a hindrance! How can me &amp; S date? Well, he wouldn't want me anyways, right..."&lt;br /&gt;We were shooed outta the house but later on we've returned.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why there were blankets in that room we were hiding in, but the second time we sneaked in, the mother came and started to yell at me to get out....I stood up and she saw my period blood (!!!!????) at the blanket!!! Hah! I really don't get this part of the dream...... Anyways, I was sent to wash it off and there I found myself in a long, cold-looking hall with lots of doors and lots of bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;I went into one and then heard S walking into another....I hid but later his mother came &amp;amp; was yelling something at me...so S got to know we are there and his bro too.. I greeted his bro terribly embarassed and then I remember that all of us were jumping above the fence and running away to the foggy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T GET THIS DREAM. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme check it out at DreamMoods.conm....until then - bye! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22820922-7535632163175518062?l=duckyprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7535632163175518062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22820922&amp;postID=7535632163175518062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7535632163175518062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22820922/posts/default/7535632163175518062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duckyprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/lazy-contendedsuper-weird-dream-munie.html' title=''/><author><name>Ducky Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08353671757734907708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/GlitteryDucky/duckyprincess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
