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            <title>The Blonde and The Prince</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/1995001</link>
            <description>arrhg..suppose to post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another Dumb Blonde &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and one night he&amp;#39;s doing a show in a small club in a small town in Arkansas. With his dummy on his knee, he&amp;#39;s going through his usual dumb blonde jokes when a blonde woman in the fourth row stands on her chair and starts shouting: &amp;#39;&amp;#39;I&amp;#39;ve heard enough of your stupid blonde jokes. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way? What does the color of a person&amp;#39;s hair have to do with her worth as a human being? It&amp;#39;s guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in the community and from reaching our full potential as a person, because you and your kind continue to perpetuate discrimination against, not only blondes, but women in general...and all in the name of humor&amp;#33;&amp;#39;&amp;#39; &lt;br /&gt;The ventriloquist is embarrassed and begins to apologize, when the blonde yells, &amp;#39;&amp;#39;You stay out of this, mister&amp;#33; I&amp;#39;m talking to that little jerk on your knee&amp;#33;&amp;#39;&amp;#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 2nd joke is told to me by my friend, so I try my best to write it properly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in a kingdom, there was the prettiest princess and she was coming on the age of marriage. So the king sent an invitation all over the neigbouring countries to any interested princes. As it so happen, 3 young sibling princes came to ask her hands in marriage. All 3 are prince-charming good looking type and very talented. Troubled by not knowing whose to choose the king came up wit a brilliant plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the king have this weird fondness of ping pong ball so he challenged them: the one prince that can bring him the most amount of ping pong balls shall married the princess. So excitedly the 3 princes set out on their quest separately, wishing each other best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month went by the 1st princes came back bringing with him 7 truckloads of ping pong balls, the king was impressed by this but in the spirit of fairness wanted to wait for the others to return with their collections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another month went by and the 2nd prince came back this time bringing with him 7 vessels full of ping pong balls, the king was highly impressed by this but wanted to wait for the last prince to come back with his. Everyone in the court house even the princess is anticipating how the last prince going to one up the first 2 princes collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months went by, no news of the last prince, until a year passed, finally the arrival of the last prince was announced. Everyone flock to the palace to see the event. What they saw was the last prince in shabby torn clothing and bandaged injuries all over parts of his bodies and a big heavy sack that he carried on his back. Approaching the king throne, the king cannot contained his anger and shout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Is this all you have, is this everything?? You&amp;#39;ve been gone for over a year and this is all you bring??? You have everyone worry and excited but but....SHOW ME HOW MUCH PING PONG BALLS YOU&amp;quot;VE BRING ME&amp;#33;&amp;#33;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last prince: &amp;quot;....ping..ping pong balls??? But I thought your highness said &lt;b&gt;KING KONG BALLS&lt;/b&gt;?????&amp;#33;&amp;#33;&amp;#33;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol that&amp;#39;s all.</description>
            <author>briella91</author>
            <category>Jokes Heaven</category>
            <pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 12:01:21 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>The Blonde and The Prince</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/1994995</link>
            <description>&lt;b&gt;Another Dumb Blonde &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and one night he&amp;#39;s doing a show in a small club in a small town in Arkansas. With his dummy on his knee, he&amp;#39;s going through his usual dumb blonde jokes when a blonde woman in the fourth row stands on her chair and starts shouting: &amp;#39;&amp;#39;I&amp;#39;ve heard enough of your stupid blonde jokes. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way? What does the color of a person&amp;#39;s hair have to do with her worth as a human being? It&amp;#39;s guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in the community and from reaching our full potential as a person, because you and your kind continue to perpetuate discrimination against, not only blondes, but women in general...and all in the name of humor&amp;#33;&amp;#39;&amp;#39; &lt;br /&gt;The ventriloquist is embarrassed and begins to apologize, when the blonde yells, &amp;#39;&amp;#39;You stay out of this, mister&amp;#33; I&amp;#39;m talking to that little jerk on your knee&amp;#33;&amp;#39;&amp;#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 2nd joke is told to me by my friend, so I try my best to write it properly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in a kingdom, there was the prettiest princess and she was coming on the age of marriage. So the king sent an invitation all over the neigbouring countries to any interested princes. As it so happen, 3 young sibling princes came to ask her hands in marriage. All 3 are prince-charming good looking type and very talented. Troubled by not knowing whose to choose the king came up wit a brilliant plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the king have this weird fondness of ping pong ball so he challenged them: the one prince that can bring him the most amount of ping pong balls shall married the princess. So excitedly the 3 princes set out on their quest separately, wishing each other best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month went by the 1st princes came back bringing with him 7 truckloads of ping pong balls, the king was impressed by this but in the spirit of fairness wanted to wait for the others to return with their collections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another month went by and the 2nd prince came back this time bringing with him 7 vessels full of ping pong balls, the king was highly impressed by this but wanted to wait for the last prince to come back with his. Everyone in the court house even the princess is anticipating how the last prince going to one up the first 2 princes collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months went by, no news of the last prince, until a year passed, finally the arrival of the last prince was announced. Everyone flock to the palace to see the event. What they saw was the last prince in shabby torn clothing and bandaged injuries all over parts of his bodies and a big heavy sack that he carried on his back. Approaching the king throne, the king cannot contained his anger and shout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Is this all you have, is this everything?? You&amp;#39;ve been gone for over a year and this is all you bring??? You have everyone worry and excited but but....SHOW ME HOW MUCH PING PONG BALLS YOU&amp;quot;VE BRING ME&amp;#33;&amp;#33;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last prince: &amp;quot;....ping..ping pong balls??? But I thought your highness said &lt;b&gt;KING KONG BALLS&lt;/b&gt;?????&amp;#33;&amp;#33;&amp;#33;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol that&amp;#39;s all.</description>
            <author>briella91</author>
            <category>The Museum Of Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 11:55:52 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>I&amp;#39;m in love with my best friend</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/1974553</link>
            <description>Hi, I really need some opinions and helps. You see, my best friend, and I have had a somewhat interesting and tempestuous relationship since we met a little less than a year ago. The first night we ever met started with a night of dancing and kissing. But nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a slight sexual relationship, but never going so far as to sleep with each other (as I&amp;#39;m a virgin, and we set some ground rules.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went on, and he told me he wasn&amp;#39;t ready for a relationship because of school and life and it wouldn&amp;#39;t be fair. That he didn&amp;#39;t have the emotional support for a healthy relationship. I respected his candor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our friendship grew. We became extremely close. Like I said, best friends. We&amp;#39;d sometimes fool around. But it became less and less frequent. But truth be told, I started developing stronger feelings for him as time went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after this holiday ends, he&amp;#39;s moving home to finish school. And home is three hours away. I just saw a girl he friended recently on Facebook left him a message on his wall with a heart. This girl I believe he met on a recent visit in his home town. I don&amp;#39;t know what the message meant or who she is. It could mean something. It could mean nothing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the weekend with him, and we went clubbing. Danced. Got very intense. But no kissing. Just raunchy dancing and slight dance floor touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and felt… Deflated. Broken. I&amp;#39;ve grown to care for him more than I think he even realizes. If he knew how sad he made me, and how much I cried over him, I&amp;#39;m pretty sure it&amp;#39;d break his heart. He&amp;#39;s the best man I&amp;#39;ve ever known. He&amp;#39;s gentle and kind. But he&amp;#39;s selfish and admits that-- he&amp;#39;s got a goal, and he&amp;#39;s achieving that goal, no matter what. But I don&amp;#39;t think he realizes how much that his drive really hurts the woman who cares for him most… Or that this woman even has these kinds of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been crying for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know what to do. Should I confess (at least some of) my feelings to him? And risk losing everything? Or keep things as they are and hope for a lasting friendship? He&amp;#39;s too important too me to lose him completely. I love him. And I&amp;#39;ve never loved anybody before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of him scares me. Because the thought makes me hurt everywhere. What advice, if any, can you offer me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if my story is too long but please comment&amp;#33; Please help&amp;#33;</description>
            <author>briella91</author>
            <category>Cupid&amp;#39;s Corner</category>
            <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2011 15:47:01 +0800</pubDate>
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