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    <title>Ruling The World</title>
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      <title>Chinese New Ear</title>
      <link>http://iproclaim.blogdrive.com/archive/46.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 06:25:28 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Hey... Chinese New Year upon us once more, and inspiration floods my soul...
First of all, the car trip, yes let's talk abou the car trip.
The eight hour car trip.
In the car.
With my family.
In the car.
With my family.
Family.
We started the most enjoyable journey.
At 8am my dad was stomping around the house screaming &quot;TIME TO GO!!!! HURRY UP!!! I WON'T WAIT!!!&quot; into our waiting faces. Then he went, &quot;Oh, ready already.&quot; and went upstairs in his sleeping baju to go bathe. Honestly, I love my father.
Ok, the car trip wasn't all that wonderful, EIGHT hours ok? By the end of it, my... (more)</description>
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      <title>Who is that I girl I see? Staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection SOOOOO... </title>
      <link>http://iproclaim.blogdrive.com/archive/44.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 12 Dec 2006 14:50:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>            Heyho… ok, when I said I was gonna blog everyday, I guess I lied :P.
 
            Last Thursday, the bunch of us were weaving spastically through the racks of Nicchi on the way out. Suddenly, the sight of a muscular Arnold Swarchenegger look alike lady caught my cocked eye.The first awfully discriminating impulse that bonked my mind was &quot;Man or woman?&quot;, but I didn't acknowledge the aforesaid brain burp cuz, I mean huge women can be muscular too…
            
Apparently, I wasn't the only one with this gender analysis crisis and sure enough, Suenz started abusing my arm while... (more)</description>
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      <title>Thy will be done</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2006 14:37:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I'm normally not a preacher, but I recently recalled the most amazing thing that happened to me a few years back.
            
            I think this happened seven years back…
 
            My grandfather (grandfather for dad's father, grandpa for mum's) was on his deathbed, in fact, he was in a coma which was the result of a recent heart attack. He didn't have much chance of living; yet, he didn't seem to be dying either, and we didn't want him to, not yet.
 
My mum's side of family were ardent Christians, strong in the believe that one should live and die by Christ, and of course... (more)</description>
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      <title>Getting to know you... getting to know all about you...</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2006 15:12:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Someone prank called me yesterday. It sounded like some ancient dude and he spoke really slow, pausing to absorb his voice after every word
The conversation went like this...
Me: Hello
It: Hello, Valerie?
Me: Yea. (sounds like a man, I thought maybe some formal call)
It: How.old.are.you?
Me: Erm... How old are YOU?
It: I.am.twenty.one.years.old. How.old.are.you?
Me: So... who are you?
It: My.name.is.Djsdlfnsjka (at least that's what it sounded like). How.old.are.you?
(The dude's obssessed with how long I've been alive)
Me: How did you get my number?
(aaand this, my friends is... (more)</description>
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      <title>The teritips of life, yea...</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 17:32:31 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>...continuation of the last entry...
       
     Ok, to feed the beetle, we took our science books out and there was this chapter on symbiosis, mentioning something about ladybugs and teritips. We came to the conclusion that a beetle was probably really close to a ladybug, and armed with this knowledge and encouragement, when the bell rang, we bounced to the nearest big tree in the skool and begin staring intently at it and muttering teritip related sentences as though we expected some teritips to start prancing around singing &quot;Eat me&quot;. After growing a 3 foot beard but still getting no... (more)</description>
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      <title>beetles don't eat leaves</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 16:08:36 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>You know, I think school is a place parents put the children they're bored with.
 
Anyway, that's where I was, roasting in the khatulistiwa-ish weather while the class was being dominated by a woman talking to herself. I was admiring her bushy moustache, when &quot;plok!&quot; something landed on my desk It looked like a lonely piece of lizard shit, so I let it sit, and looked for my friend's ruler to help it along its way. As I turned back to it, I noticed it had apparently moved itself to the other end of my table. Looking at it in awe, I started on my own scientific theories about the laws of... (more)</description>
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      <title>-intermission-</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 16:47:39 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>











 I wrote this some time back, it almost got rejected for being too, er...&quot;spiritual&quot;. Is it? Heh, one of those rare times when too much add math inspires... 

 










 No One Knew 

  

There was a little girl, 
At the back of class. 
No one really knew her, 
No one cared to ask. 
She was seven, maybe eight, 
No one even knew. 
 
What she did or where she stayed, 
No one had a clue. 
If she had friends, 
They were probably few, 
No one asked, 
So no one knew. 
  

When school was over, 
She walked out fast. 
No one knew where, 
No... (more)</description>
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      <title>Let the wind blow through your hair while you still have some</title>
      <link>http://iproclaim.blogdrive.com/archive/38.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Mar 2006 05:04:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>   My grandparents are here again. And remember what I said about how much I love my grandma? Hehe... This is good...
   Yesterday, I had Accounts tuition at my house with Jasmyn and Ling Jin. The teacher came early and was setting up his board, yes, he brings his own board, a really big one. In fact, the first time he came to my house, he and the board both got stuck at the door. My helpful maid stood behind him stifling her laughter and mimicking him while I, who was in front of him had to helplessly take control of my natural reactions. And after watching us honk laughter at his... (more)</description>
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      <title>Et tu Brutus?</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2006 08:03:27 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I believe the day a person almost dies is very significant.
Strike that.
The day a person is almost murdered is very significant.
I also believe one should reveal their murderer.

Yesterday, I almost died.
Suen Xin was the murderer.
    For moral period, the whole class was commited to slavery in the editorial room. Yes, we actually haf an editorial room. No, I didn't know that either. It's the one with the ant nest on the sign that says &quot;Tanggalkan Kasut&quot;, next to the canteen. You won't find the sign anymore. I took it out and the ant nest fell on my face.... Shaddap. Anyway, when the... (more)</description>
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      <title>Mind over matter, Part II</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2006 05:44:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
Ok, here goes...
Me: So you like SS3?
(Silence...)
Me: That place very good?
She: You know ah, that Indonesian maid steal my towel.
Me: (No longer attempting to hold a conversation) Ah, ya. Really? Why?
She: Last time I come ah, all my towel, all got so much, now only so little left.
Me: Tsk. tsk. Really, so bad!
She:And then ah, got mouse ah... STARE at me when I sleeping, then ah, very clever you know!
Me: (I feel this is where I should offer a comment) 
        Oh, Wah.
She: And then, he see me open my eyes, it run away ah!
Me: Wah, so clever
She: Yah, you know ah, at night I... (more)</description>
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