<?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-2166174260681602715</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:55:38.855-08:00</updated><category term='Rummaanah'/><category term='Kiss from a rose-seal'/><category term='my day as a photographer'/><category term='i stole this by the way'/><title type='text'>i just cant wait to b king</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-5110978517912070876</id><published>2007-11-14T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T14:05:06.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so honoured</title><content type='html'>the following takes place between the hours of 3am and 4am ( my 24 moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; prince4u  :D&lt;br /&gt; prince4u  * You were kicked from #islam by Rambo (flooding)&lt;== random quote for the                              stats :D&lt;br /&gt; Rambo     i think i should start banning people from the stats too for abuse&lt;br /&gt; prince4u  plz elaborate&lt;br /&gt; prince4u  nt quite sure wt that means&lt;br /&gt;Rambo add  their nicks to the exclusion list&lt;br /&gt;prince4u  wd ther b a stat for that aswell :P&lt;br /&gt;Rambo    disregards everything they say or do&lt;br /&gt;prince4u  u just jealous coz i mved up 13 places arent u&lt;br /&gt;Rambo    yeah very&lt;br /&gt;prince4u   btw i c u tryin to get on the rankings aswell&lt;br /&gt;prince4u  gd job man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still awaiting a reply from mr stallone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166174260681602715-5110978517912070876?l=prince-ysf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/5110978517912070876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2166174260681602715&amp;postID=5110978517912070876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/5110978517912070876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/5110978517912070876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel-so-honoured.html' title='i feel so honoured'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-2273514473896611929</id><published>2007-04-26T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:39:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Just Can't Wait to be King &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[prince:] I'm gonna be a mighty king&lt;br /&gt;So enemies beware!&lt;br /&gt;[Zazu:] Well, I've never seen a king of beasts&lt;br /&gt;With quite so little hair&lt;br /&gt;[prince:] I'm gonna be the mane event&lt;br /&gt;Like no king was before&lt;br /&gt;I'm brushing up on looking down&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on my ROAR&lt;br /&gt;[Zazu:] Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing&lt;br /&gt;[prince:] Oh, I just can't wait to be king!&lt;br /&gt;[Zazu: (Speaking)] You've rather a long way to go, &lt;br /&gt;young master, if you think...&lt;br /&gt;[prince:] No one saying do this&lt;br /&gt;[Zazu:] Now when I said that, I--&lt;br /&gt;[Nala:] No one saying be there&lt;br /&gt;[Zazu:] What I meant was...&lt;br /&gt;[prince:] No one saying stop that&lt;br /&gt;[Zazu:] Look, what you don't realize...&lt;br /&gt;[prince and Nala:] No one saying see here&lt;br /&gt;[Zazu:] Now see here!&lt;br /&gt;[prince:] Free to run around all day&lt;br /&gt;[Zazu:] Well, that's definitely out...&lt;br /&gt;[prince:] Free to do it all my way!&lt;br /&gt;[Zazu:] I think it's time that you and I&lt;br /&gt;Arranged a heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;[prince:] Kings don't need advice&lt;br /&gt;From little hornbills for a start&lt;br /&gt;[Zazu:] If this is where the monarchy is headed&lt;br /&gt;Count me out!&lt;br /&gt;Out of service, out of Africa&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hang about... aagh!&lt;br /&gt;This child is getting wildly out of wing&lt;br /&gt;[prince:] Oh, I just can't wait to be king!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look left&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look right&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you look I'm&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the spotlight!&lt;br /&gt;[Zazu: (Speaking, but in strict time)] Not yet!&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] Let every creature go for broke and sing&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it in the herd and on the wing&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be King Simba's finest fling&lt;br /&gt;[prince &amp; Chorus:] Oh I just can't wait to be king!&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just can't wait to be king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I just can't waaaaaait ... to be king!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166174260681602715-2273514473896611929?l=prince-ysf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/2273514473896611929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2166174260681602715&amp;postID=2273514473896611929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/2273514473896611929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/2273514473896611929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/2007/04/about-me.html' title='ABOUT ME'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-3443772957818283992</id><published>2007-04-18T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:58:18.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new favourite song :D</title><content type='html'>Avril lavigne apparently wants to be my girlfriend.she sang it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like your girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;No it’s not a secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;You’re so fine&lt;br /&gt;I want you mine&lt;br /&gt;You’re so delicious&lt;br /&gt;I think about ya all the time&lt;br /&gt;You’re so addictive&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know what I could do to make you feel alright?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t pretend I think you know I’m damn precious&lt;br /&gt;And Hell Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m the motherfucking princess&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(btw im the prince ;) ) &lt;/strong&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;I can tell you like me too and you know I’m right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;She’s like so whatever&lt;br /&gt;You could do so much better&lt;br /&gt;I think we should get together now&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what everyone’s talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like your girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;No it’s not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I can see the way, I see the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;And even when you look away I know you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I know you talk about me all the time again and again&lt;br /&gt;So come over here, tell me what I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Better yet make your girlfriend disappear&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hear you say her name ever again&lt;br /&gt;(And again and again and again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;She’s like so whatever&lt;br /&gt;You could do so much better&lt;br /&gt;I think we should get together now&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what everyone’s talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like your girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;No it’s not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a second you’ll be wrapped around my finger&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can, cause I can do it better&lt;br /&gt;There’s no other&lt;br /&gt;So when's it gonna sink in?&lt;br /&gt;She’s so stupid&lt;br /&gt;What the hell were you thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus (repeat)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166174260681602715-3443772957818283992?l=prince-ysf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/3443772957818283992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2166174260681602715&amp;postID=3443772957818283992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/3443772957818283992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/3443772957818283992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-new-favourite-song-d.html' title='my new favourite song :D'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-2121934288916234196</id><published>2007-04-17T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:01:48.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>here's my long awaited, highly anticipated, unknowingly estimated, unlikely expected response to all the publicity im not getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say a person should start of proceedings with a joke, so here it goes.uh uh uhmm&lt;br /&gt;Q:Why doesnt Mr Mandela carry a cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;A:because he was in a cell 4 27 years and nobody phoned him. bwahahahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;that 1 cracks me up everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id love to stay and chat but american idolz gna start now.will attempt to finish this entry in the coming months :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly ive decided not to complete this blog.so to the millions of voices inside my head im sorry. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166174260681602715-2121934288916234196?l=prince-ysf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/2121934288916234196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2166174260681602715&amp;postID=2121934288916234196' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/2121934288916234196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/2121934288916234196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/2007/04/title-ideas-higly-appreciatedthnx.html' title='...'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-3475578728451371191</id><published>2007-04-09T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:50:37.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"TAG" im it</title><content type='html'>y tag the guy with the broken leg&lt;br /&gt;The instructions are to answer every question with an answer of three words. No more, no less. snds xcytn. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? - in another place&lt;br /&gt;2. Boyfriend/girlfriend? – bf couldnt commit :P&lt;br /&gt;3. Hair? – better than beckhams&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? – cooks the best&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? – yells the most&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite item(s)? – ps1, ps2, ps3&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? – slept after sunrise&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? – obey ur thirst&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream guy/girl? – sarah michelle gellar&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you are in? – could use cleaning&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? – wasting my life&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you want to be in 10 years? – a simba chippy&lt;br /&gt;13. Who did you hang out with last night? - me and I&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you not? – a billionre playboy&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you in love? - what is love&lt;br /&gt;16. One of your wish list items? – a plasma screen&lt;br /&gt;17. What time is it? – almost bed time&lt;br /&gt;18. The last thing you did? – watched rocky 4&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? – its a secret&lt;br /&gt;20. Your favorite book? – dnt hav 1&lt;br /&gt;21. The last thing you ate? - lightly salted peanuts&lt;br /&gt;22. Your life? – cant really say&lt;br /&gt;23. Your mood? – like the weather&lt;br /&gt;24. Your friends? – are at home&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you thinking about right now? - my next victim&lt;br /&gt;26. What are you doing at this moment? - sharpening my knife&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? – went too quick&lt;br /&gt;28. Your relationship status? - way too young&lt;br /&gt;29. What is on your TV screen? – a DND sign&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? – earlier this evenin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166174260681602715-3475578728451371191?l=prince-ysf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/3475578728451371191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2166174260681602715&amp;postID=3475578728451371191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/3475578728451371191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/3475578728451371191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/2007/04/apparently-ive-been-tagged-and-need-to.html' title='&quot;TAG&quot; im it'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-8769285594449189995</id><published>2007-03-24T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T16:52:00.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C818655.jpeg&amp;c1=woooohooooooo&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-0455EFC.jpeg&amp;c2=im listening to britney houston&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF73F11.jpeg&amp;c3=cherry chai any1&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_57EDBD35.jpeg&amp;c4=time to cast a rod&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-396C1EDE.jpeg&amp;c5=u killin me here&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_116DAF95.jpeg&amp;c6=lve ya always&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;c7=just 20 more minutes&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-E26BA3F.jpeg&amp;c8=can u blame me for wantin to zzz so much&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3459F62E.jpeg&amp;c9=1day&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3DA9302E.jpeg&amp;c10=time to invest with sanlam&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1F8FF9B4.jpeg&amp;c11=dnt thnk sanlam can help me here&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_17D8F487.jpeg&amp;c12=i got it all this morning&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;c13=simply breathtaking&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;lovelabel=PART TIME LOVER&amp;funlabel=THRILLER&amp;habitslabel=NEW WAVE PURITAN&amp;uid=373621-4070&amp;srv=iwebhd3" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vxKcx3qQxM/RgHPmQSGDUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9NzqzD2TEIk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;who said gauteng doesnt have any nice places :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166174260681602715-9069124647693686833?l=prince-ysf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/9069124647693686833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2166174260681602715&amp;postID=9069124647693686833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/9069124647693686833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/9069124647693686833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/2007/03/closest-thing-to-beach.html' title='closest thing to a beach'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vxKcx3qQxM/RgHPmQSGDUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9NzqzD2TEIk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-1185296386922338423</id><published>2007-03-21T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:07:30.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exchange rate</title><content type='html'>An Asian man was trying to exchange yen for dollars and asks theAmerican bank teller,"Why it change? Yestoday I get two hunad dollar for yen -today I get hunad eighty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank teller says, "Fluctuations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Asian man says, "Fluc you white guys too!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166174260681602715-1185296386922338423?l=prince-ysf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/1185296386922338423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2166174260681602715&amp;postID=1185296386922338423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/1185296386922338423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/1185296386922338423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/2007/03/asian-interpretation.html' title='exchange rate'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-4418186936959296961</id><published>2007-03-21T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T16:43:34.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i stole this by the way'/><title type='text'>39 things you should have learnt by now</title><content type='html'>1.  Never,  under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative onthe same night.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't worry about what people think, they don't do it very often.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Going to church doesn't make you a Christian anymore than standingin agarage makes you a car.&lt;br /&gt;4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;5.  If  you  must choose between two evils, pick the one you've nevertriedbefore.&lt;br /&gt;6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.&lt;br /&gt;7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.&lt;br /&gt;8. It is easier to get forgiveness than permission.&lt;br /&gt;9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program.&lt;br /&gt;10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of cheques.&lt;br /&gt;12. A conscience is what hurts when all of your other parts feel sogood.&lt;br /&gt;13. Eat well, stay fit, die anyway.&lt;br /&gt;14. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;15. No man has ever been shot while doing the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;16. A balanced diet is a biscuit in each hand.&lt;br /&gt;17.  Middle  age  is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of thewaistchange places.&lt;br /&gt;18. Opportunities always look bigger going than coming.&lt;br /&gt;19.  Junk  is  something  you've  kept for years and throw away threeweeksbefore you need it.&lt;br /&gt;20. There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.&lt;br /&gt;21.  Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognise a mistakewhen you make it again.&lt;br /&gt;22. By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.&lt;br /&gt;23. Thou shalt not weigh more than thy fridge.&lt;br /&gt;24.  Someone  who  thinks  logically  provides  a nice contrast to the realworld.&lt;br /&gt;25. It's not the jeans that make your bum look fat.&lt;br /&gt;26.  If  you  had to identify, in 1 word, the reason why the human racehasnot  achieved, &amp; never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be"meetings".&lt;br /&gt;27. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness".&lt;br /&gt;28.  People  who  want to share their religious views with you almostneverwant you to share yours with them.&lt;br /&gt;29. You should not confuse your career with your life.&lt;br /&gt;30. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.&lt;br /&gt;31. Never lick a steak knife.&lt;br /&gt;32. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.&lt;br /&gt;33.  You  will  never  find anybody who can give you a clear andcompellingreason why we put the clocks back.&lt;br /&gt;34.  You  should  never say anything to a woman that even remotelysuggeststhat  you  think  she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emergingfrom her at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;35.  There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people tomakea big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven.&lt;br /&gt;36.  The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender,religion,  economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep downinside,we ALL believe that we are above average drivers.&lt;br /&gt;37.  A  person,  who  is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not aniceperson.&lt;br /&gt;38. Your friends love you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;39. Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateurbuilt the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166174260681602715-4418186936959296961?l=prince-ysf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/4418186936959296961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2166174260681602715&amp;postID=4418186936959296961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/4418186936959296961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/4418186936959296961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/2007/03/39-things-you-should-have-learnt-by-now.html' title='39 things you should have learnt by now'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-6226434263069638178</id><published>2007-03-17T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:25:53.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiss from a rose-seal'/><title type='text'>1 of my favourite songs</title><content type='html'>Seal-Kiss Form a Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.&lt;br /&gt;You became the light on the dark side of me.&lt;br /&gt;Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and,&lt;br /&gt;The light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,The more I get of youStranger it feels, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom,&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remain,&lt;br /&gt;My power, my pleasure, my pain.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't denyWon't you tell me is that healthy, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose ( on the grey)...&lt;br /&gt;And if I should fall, at all&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose (on the grey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remain&lt;br /&gt;My power, my pleasure, my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and,&lt;br /&gt;the light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom,&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a link if any1 would like to DL it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seekasong.com/download.php?id=6666562&amp;key=0c0a4204c9675de0a830c0535e348987"&gt;http://www.seekasong.com/download.php?id=6666562&amp;amp;key=0c0a4204c9675de0a830c0535e348987&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166174260681602715-6226434263069638178?l=prince-ysf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/6226434263069638178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2166174260681602715&amp;postID=6226434263069638178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/6226434263069638178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/6226434263069638178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/2007/03/1-of-my-favourite-songs.html' title='1 of my favourite songs'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-3740785612261297599</id><published>2007-03-17T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:38:25.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my day as a photographer'/><title type='text'>Good old Mr Raja</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, i took this pic myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; all we need is a world cup trophy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ryt&lt;/span&gt; where Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gulaam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Raja&lt;/span&gt; is sitting.a funny thing happened on the night when this pic was taken.the photographers asked that all management and team staff go off and only the team should remain,well they all went off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Raja&lt;/span&gt; (who could be close to 100yrs i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;myt&lt;/span&gt; add) was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; to go off,well Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;boucher&lt;/span&gt; must have been in a hurry to go somewhere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; wait any longer for the aged Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Raja&lt;/span&gt; to get of the stage,so he kindly gave him a not so gentle push of the stage and laughed along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; else as Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;raja&lt;/span&gt; Almost fell to the floor, but miraculously he landed on his feet,kinda springy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; for a man of his age and stature, i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jonty&lt;/span&gt; must be helping him with his fitness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;as well&lt;/span&gt;. WELL DONE MR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;RAJA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vxKcx3qQxM/RfyABfhaugI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Md7lgvQuV9U/s1600-h/sa+wc+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043046445878000130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vxKcx3qQxM/RfyABfhaugI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Md7lgvQuV9U/s320/sa+wc+team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166174260681602715-3740785612261297599?l=prince-ysf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/3740785612261297599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2166174260681602715&amp;postID=3740785612261297599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/3740785612261297599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/3740785612261297599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-old-mr-raja.html' title='Good old Mr Raja'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vxKcx3qQxM/RfyABfhaugI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Md7lgvQuV9U/s72-c/sa+wc+team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-8619347381138259141</id><published>2007-03-16T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:32:01.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love,wealth and success</title><content type='html'>Ibn Rajab and others gave an account of a worshipper who ran out of resources while he was in Makkah. He became extremely hungry and was about to die from lack of nourishment. One day, as he was wandering in the precincts of Makkah, he found an expensive necklace. He put it into his sleeves and headed for the Masjid. On his way he came across a man announcing that he had lost a necklace. The poor man later said, "I asked him to describe it to me, and he did so, perfectly, leaving no room for doubt. I gave him the necklace without taking reward from him. I said: "O Allah, I have given it for You, so compensate me with what is better."&lt;br /&gt;He went to the ocean and began a journey in a small boat. Only a brief period of time passed before a storm came with heavy winds crashing into the boat. The boat smashed into pieces and the man was forced to cling to a piece of wood. The winds were violent, propelling him to the left and to the right.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he was washed ashore onto an island. He found there a Masjid filled with people who were praying, so he joined them. He found papers with parts of the Quran written on them and he began to recite from them. The people of the island asked him, "Do you read Quran?" He answered yes. They said, "Teach our children Quran." So he began to teach them and he took a salary for his services. One day, they saw him writing and they asked, "Will you teach our children to write?" Again he answered in the affirmative and began teaching them for a salary.&lt;br /&gt;A short time later, they said to him, "There is an orphaned girl with us whose father was a good man. Will you marry her?" He agreed to the marriage and later related, "I married her and found that she was wearing the exact same necklace. She said that her father lost it in Makkah and a man found it and returned to him. She said that her father would always supplicate while prostrating, for her daughter to become blessed with a husband similar to the honest man. I then informed her that I was that man."&lt;br /&gt;"O Allah, I have given it for You, so compensate me with what is better."&lt;br /&gt;Abandoning something for the sake and Pleasure of Allah- Allah will definitely compensate with something that is better, either sooner or later, in this world or Hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;(Excerpt from "Do not be Sad - By Sh. Aayedh AlQarni")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166174260681602715-8619347381138259141?l=prince-ysf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/8619347381138259141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2166174260681602715&amp;postID=8619347381138259141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/8619347381138259141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2166174260681602715/posts/default/8619347381138259141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/2007/03/lovewealth-and-success.html' title='Love,wealth and success'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-4879513948539946852</id><published>2007-03-15T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:37:16.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rummaanah'/><title type='text'>this is what makes life worth living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vxKcx3qQxM/Rfm8P_haufI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ovB2cMEHps/s1600-h/rummaanah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042268240753637874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vxKcx3qQxM/Rfm8P_haufI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ovB2cMEHps/s320/rummaanah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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living'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937079427108500533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vxKcx3qQxM/Rfm8P_haufI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ovB2cMEHps/s72-c/rummaanah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166174260681602715.post-662191584236148615</id><published>2007-03-15T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:42:24.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>...what can i say.thats a good question.ok, lets start of like this.&lt;br /&gt;whats being playing on my mind lately,wel, lately ive just been thinking about my life.what was i put on this earth to do.20yrs have passed and i havent done anything worth mentioning.its kinda sad realy.and than i realised something,its only 20yrs that hav passed,i have my whole life ahead of me,hw ever short it may be.believe it or not, watching american idol knocked some sense into me.ther are guys there that devote their lives to a hopeless dream that would never come true and yet they strive for it,believing in their capabilities or should i say lack of, and it made me realise that no matter how long something might take,you shouldnt give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166174260681602715-662191584236148615?l=prince-ysf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prince-ysf.blogspot.com/feeds/662191584236148615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2166174260681602715&amp;postID=662191584236148615' title='1 Comments'/><link 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