<?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-7731938601025606375</id><updated>2011-10-11T20:34:49.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even An♥gels have their wicked schemes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5354807231636469232</id><published>2011-07-31T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T15:15:25.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can skip this.</title><content type='html'>I can say this 5000 times and not get bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's my fucking responsibility. My brother has got nothing to do with dishes, with cleaning up, with EVERY FUCKING THING. Oh hey, it's my fault again. Why am I not suprised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I endure the nagging, the crapping, the blaming, the bad moods, the ranting, all the shit. Does it make YOU happier that I'M at fault? Because I don't get it. I'll never get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5354807231636469232?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5354807231636469232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5354807231636469232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5354807231636469232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5354807231636469232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-can-skip-this.html' title='You can skip this.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-351022935703918084</id><published>2011-06-15T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T19:54:36.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"You lost the love I love the most"&lt;/i&gt; (Jar of Hearts / Christina Perri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8v_4O44sfjM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so philosophical sometimes HAHAHA. I think everybody has their philosophical moments lah. Like, a random phrase (not emo ones please) just comes into your head and you JUST HAVE TO WRITE IT DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay random much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's term break this week and next week. AND MY SCHEDULE IS BLOODY PACKED I'M SO ANNOYED. I barely touched my assignments and there's NPSU camp and concert and piano. Bleh. Oh but thank goodness I don't have to go for 30h Famine camp. Seriously, I have no idea who would willingly go for the famine camp if it wasn't sponsored. No one in their right mind would PAY TO STARVE. Even if it's for a good cause. I mean, there's got to be a better way to do spread awareness about hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PIANO LESSON JUST GOT CANCELLED. Means I should be doing my recording assignment now instead of fishing in maple. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua. I shall go make my planner THEN do my assignments :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-351022935703918084?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/351022935703918084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=351022935703918084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/351022935703918084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/351022935703918084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/06/contemplating.html' title='Contemplating'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8v_4O44sfjM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5684159925951261831</id><published>2011-06-02T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:22:26.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>To summarise, these 2 weeks have been crazy. I've never thought about things so much. So much that it's nearly killing my brain cells. Blah. All the deadlines and assignments and projects just add on to the stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping like at 12 midnight EVERYDAY. Insanity. And art history is hellllll. I don't understand anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEGATIVITY INVADES MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But school's been pretty fun :D Crapping nonsense and doing silly stuffs lol. Thanks to the people I hang out with hahaha. I know I wouldn't be able to survive without them :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to volunteer at Singapore Tyler Print Institute during the holidays! :D Yesterday's trip to STPI and Singapore Arts Museum (SAM) was pretty much an eye-opener. I'M IN ARTS BUSINESS MANAGEMENT AND I HAVE NO CLUE ABOUT ARTS STUFFS AT ALL. I picked it cos it &lt;i&gt;seemed&lt;/i&gt; interesting lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be super awesome cos I don't have lessons for 4 of my modules LOL. It's also cos next week's common test week. And most humanities modules are non-examinable so YAY FOR HMS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need to do now is to finish my art history e-learning assignment. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED RETAIL THERAPY SO BADLY. Or not. Cos I think I'll feel guilty after splurging hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propensity: a natural inclination or tendency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here? What happens after? Sometimes it's so suffocating that it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5684159925951261831?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5684159925951261831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5684159925951261831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5684159925951261831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5684159925951261831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/06/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-7061888333486428384</id><published>2011-05-16T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T01:19:58.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA status</title><content type='html'>Wth I didn't blog for a month and my tagboard's filled with spam. By strangers. I am seriously removing the tagboard one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I figured I should just remove the tagboard NOW. So yea. New blogskin. Yay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently obsessing over Rihanna's version of Love the way you lie, so that explains the title. This also means that I'm going to change titles every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to reach BISHAN at 1030 tomorrow, which ANNOYS me greatly, and that apparently nobody cares whether I'm annoyed by it so screw this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, idk what I'm doing with my life right now. Idk what I'm feeling. I'm not happy, that's all I know. I don't do optimism anymore. Not for now anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-7061888333486428384?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7061888333486428384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=7061888333486428384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7061888333486428384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7061888333486428384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/05/mia-status.html' title='MIA status'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-3096769191465761976</id><published>2011-04-14T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:54:31.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonkichi~</title><content type='html'>is a restaurant at Orchard's Isetan and where Verna and Chinbee are working at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDD, I went there today with &lt;b&gt;VERNA KOH&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C4AEeD8tpFA/TacQ0ICCjKI/AAAAAAAABLA/yq8DTux0iSA/s400/IMG_1590.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna and her char siew ramen set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPfpfg6QcY0/TacQ5v1Qa_I/AAAAAAAABLE/LWrEiTNa5FA/s400/IMG_1591.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my shoyu ramen set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88MpCT7ROTA/TacRP35zcwI/AAAAAAAABLI/aQb3FMCIaVc/s400/IMG_1592.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoyu ramen, agedashi tofu and fried chicken! :) And please don't underestimate this ramen set. I was so damn full from the ramen itself. It's a feat that I actually managed to finish the chicken lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQqiPCHjLNo/TacQvckeGDI/AAAAAAAABK8/6TFItcp3tBk/s400/IMG_1594.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36NoUuHJDoY/TacRUWTKB4I/AAAAAAAABLM/NawwcTfYcU8/s400/IMG_1593.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've NEVER tried black sesame ice cream before (black sesame paste yes) and guess what, it's better than I expected! Chinbee the food guru even said the black sesame ice cream at Tonkichi is (currently) the best among those she has eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum says that black sesame's actually good for your BLACK hair. So if you want to prevent the white hairs, eat more black sesame related products. I don't know if it's scientifically proven though. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MH5zFp4Xzw/TacWcJ-Y__I/AAAAAAAABLQ/bcSaQwIEs7o/s320/IMG_1596.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOzM0kdVHlE/TacWhAs1v_I/AAAAAAAABLU/J3mubLFmRHc/s320/IMG_1595.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought these babies today! :D Mad happy that I found SIZE 34 HEELS. The smallest size in most shoe shops is 35 (WHY LIKE THAT ONE?!) Apparently this shoe shop in Far east plaza sells size 33 and 34 shoes! *prays that it won't close down forever* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Verna Koh for this awesome day~ DON'T BE UPSET ALR! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-3096769191465761976?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/3096769191465761976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=3096769191465761976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3096769191465761976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3096769191465761976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/04/tonkichi.html' title='Tonkichi~'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C4AEeD8tpFA/TacQ0ICCjKI/AAAAAAAABLA/yq8DTux0iSA/s72-c/IMG_1590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1045869960087521007</id><published>2011-04-07T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:46:43.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently...</title><content type='html'>March 17: Seoul Garden with the girls! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zttLWr50YRU/TZ3I3JYhzYI/AAAAAAAABKM/v_vHjaJxTQA/s400/192161_10150113804847759_626037758_6558476_114467_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nJsj0PQLZqc/TZ3I3pDmJLI/AAAAAAAABKQ/0dE2ib-0LiE/s320/199740_10150113805107759_626037758_6558480_5419657_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get Verna to send me the group photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 04: Bugis with Verna and Chinbee!&lt;br /&gt;I bought a lot hahahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-731AuCLEmm8/TZ3XJaSmGYI/AAAAAAAABKc/kboFk-XptS8/s320/193078_10150147974197759_626037758_6698852_6589847_o.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V-YsBpsMX78/TZ3XIlo0GZI/AAAAAAAABKY/nOH_VzN1icY/s320/193056_10150147974932759_626037758_6698881_4997795_o.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvtvz2EdIiY/TZ3XJ4nb0MI/AAAAAAAABKg/t3WNBkhUpf0/s320/197460_10150147975082759_626037758_6698887_6998526_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qv8t_7_bX0Y/TZ3XKEZ5KvI/AAAAAAAABKk/W9qroNBNgn8/s400/207958_10150147974972759_626037758_6698883_7466930_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 06: Back to NCHS with Verna!&lt;br /&gt;We had Sakae Sushi for lunch. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school and took our SGCs! :D (General office staff not very friendly!) We saw our very lovable Mdm Siak! Hahaha. And Mrs Hay and Ms Phua and Mr Chong and Mr Rahim and Ms Pey too! Mrs Hay didn't recognise me T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think we're never getting our class and cca photos, at this rate.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3skgUXJv8T4/TZ3YGBmRukI/AAAAAAAABKs/7nlg9bKoJks/s320/195041_10150148919912759_626037758_6705180_984159_o.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DubMWuZFmTk/TZ3YFglj1zI/AAAAAAAABKo/Ofithab6JRk/s320/208103_10150148920112759_626037758_6705184_1116411_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mTRRo_adfI/TZ3YGhty3oI/AAAAAAAABKw/fWorDHHTJ9k/s320/205651_10150148920057759_626037758_6705183_2198364_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmeoWUAJEBQ/TZ3YHBCNvAI/AAAAAAAABK0/K-TJc-tfQi0/s320/205719_10150148920492759_626037758_6705192_8123507_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todayyyyy, I went to visit my ex-colleagues! But couldn't lunch with them ): &lt;br /&gt;Met up with Verna for lunch and KBOX! Plan failed miserably since the $6 promotion ended. I know right, like WTH?! Ended up playing monopoly deal at Verna's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending a lot. ANDDDDDDD I just got my pay! It just means I'm splurging next week :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GETTING MY LAPTOP TOMORROWWWWWWWWWWWWWW :D Damn excited about it! Because it means webcamming with Verna the bimbo. HAHAHA! I say Verna, you say Bimbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm bimbotic Mandy~ I forgot why I was labelled bimbo by her lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1045869960087521007?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1045869960087521007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1045869960087521007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1045869960087521007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1045869960087521007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/04/recently.html' title='Recently...'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zttLWr50YRU/TZ3I3JYhzYI/AAAAAAAABKM/v_vHjaJxTQA/s72-c/192161_10150113804847759_626037758_6558476_114467_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-8099975927341668881</id><published>2011-03-12T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T00:08:43.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EnppfYcROh0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm no emo. Haha. I just like this song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-8099975927341668881?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/8099975927341668881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=8099975927341668881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8099975927341668881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8099975927341668881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/03/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EnppfYcROh0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5851203900259452935</id><published>2011-02-27T22:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:08:08.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a2RA0vsZXf8" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just a Dream (Cover)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Sam Tsui ft. Christina Grimmie&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about you, thinking about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about us, what we gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travel back, down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I realise, it was only just a dream.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;25FEB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERISHLY TIRED DAY! I could have dozed off at work if not for the scanning. :\ Time always seems to pass by reaaaally slowly after my 12pm lunch! And it was Friday. Friday = Saturday is coming = Slack = :D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Yeehang! :) He choing-ed down to Kovan from VJ while I shopped at This Fashion HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so heartbroken when I went to withdraw cashhh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice of him to go to Buangkok with me. :) Even thought I told him not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;26FEB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late this time round. HAHAHA. I saw CHENGYORK when I was walking to the mrt exit @ Serangoon! :D He didn't see me until I called his name tsktsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Yeehang to buy his sports bag and portable chargerrr. And I FINALLY bought my peach red tea! I have a new favourite bubble tea now haha. It's not that I drink bubble teas often though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 101 allll the way back to Hougang for lunch! If you don't mind eat restaurant-ish western at a coffee shop, I would recommend you going to hougang ave 8 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-D1wMwyl4Cfs/TWpRo8v1H7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/k_PH1RNNi8w/s400/P26-02-11_14.46%255B01%255D.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GwcFkgJMj-E/TWpRomUcNMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/AG6qjbHsEvA/s400/P26-02-11_14.46.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tasted better than Hot Tomato's tomato soup :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8uQHT5vz0U0/TWpRoHfmrUI/AAAAAAAABJ0/_BP28nGUwe4/s400/P26-02-11_14.54.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chicken teriyaki and Yeehang's black pepper chicken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't try the ketchup though -.- It tastes weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, walking girls home is one if his principles so he walked me back from Hougang. Okay lah, I enjoyed his company hahaha. At least it wasn't a lonely walk home xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so full from lunch that I totally skipped dinner at night. But I got hungry at midnight lollllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;TODAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we celebrated Weekian's birthday in advance! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-55VI5Kkq4ac/TWp2ZzZ6EpI/AAAAAAAABKE/aAt4zDHShGI/s400/WK+17th%2521%255B2%255D.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chengyork and I didn't ask a lot of people :) Those we went were Weekian, Chengyork, Yeehang, Kokting, Kaibin and me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event a bit fail at the start and I think Weekian, Chengyork and Yeehang were pissed ._. Weekian and Chengyork took a bus in the wrong direction, lost their way and had to cab to Ehub in the end. We ordered the food at Pastamania but didn't have time to eat. Bought an extra movie ticket because Kaibin had to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were better after the movie though :) We watched 我知女人心 (What Women Want), starring Andy Lau and Gong Li! :D It was a pretty sweet romance-comedy! Though I think the climax and ending was predictable hahaha. Went back to Pastamania after the movie. No more cheesy crumble for me next time :( It was too dry and I kept drinking Yeehang's sprite LOL. I wasn't even a fan of sprite in the first place =3=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was cake-cutting time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3DKb4Uuj7hA/TWpd8ksCuBI/AAAAAAAABKA/ywLBV8NYcps/s400/Weekian%2527s+17TH%2521.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about basketball and chem and i-forgot-what-else while I played VEGGIE SAMURAI! They were like: She don't understand a word.. &lt;br /&gt;It was 1 girl vs 4 guys so it's not like I could talk about shopping right =3=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Chengyork, I saw your message you sent today ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5851203900259452935?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5851203900259452935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5851203900259452935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5851203900259452935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5851203900259452935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a2RA0vsZXf8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-7234867095166755422</id><published>2011-02-26T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:20:14.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams are the opposite of reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh really?&lt;/span&gt; I had a sweet dream this morning and I'm wishing it would come true. If it did, then dreams are not necessarily the opposite of reality. Right..? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x8bQ8PNRs0A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;11FEB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering at JO'S again. It's crazy how spontaneous her family is. Played BLACKJACK! And lost miserably. Half my coins goneeeeeeee ): AND MY BROTHER OWES ME MONEY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1_wwHwIFKyU/TWjbMPlC9II/AAAAAAAABJc/tmiRNZtdhzA/s320/P11-02-11_21.17.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyblade! Xuan gave me a strong one so I didn't lose hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HPwZmUIZSwU/TWjbMsJkLuI/AAAAAAAABJg/QfWXzKBXu4A/s320/P11-02-11_21.18.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6PVsqwSbqTc/TWjbL3IHNkI/AAAAAAAABJY/8o57sONFidE/s320/P12-02-11_00.57.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the kid liked me more after I played beyblade with him. :D I'm not so bad with kids afterall. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;12FEB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle and I planned to go *scape (to collect her SUJU T-SHIRT) before heading over to Haji lane. Ended up staying at *scape because we found out there was an &lt;s&gt;UNDERGROUND&lt;/s&gt; FLEA MARKET. Chelle and I just went on a shopping craze HAHAHA. And we're probably going there again next week! :D (Cos that's when we've gotten our salaries) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-G6g0XE50_qY/TWjyysdryhI/AAAAAAAABJk/y-aLFAjB05c/s320/P12-02-11_14.09.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Cornetto ice-cream along Orchard road that day! Strawberry yoghurt flavour with sherbet inside! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even treated Chelle to mango snow ice at Summer Frost! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were on our way to the mrt, we walked past this Chanel shop and I said to Chelle: EH, BUY FOR ME! &lt;br /&gt;Chelle: Just because you treated me to snow ice, it doesn't mean that I owe you a Chanel shop horh! &lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made an impromptu decision on the MRT: Bake cookies at Chelle's! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;17FEB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to 313 with Verna and Chelle to visit Choonkit at HOT TOMATO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-romIOmOYuPc/TWj08Xeg-RI/AAAAAAAABJo/SHSISRnyWes/s320/P17-02-11_12.53.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best teriyaki chicken I've ever eaten. For real! I'm a picky eater you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dU21D-fHlHM/TWj09dCrL4I/AAAAAAAABJs/VOXTTa9UuM8/s320/DSC00008.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creme brulee we finished in less than 5 mins. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choonkit paid the bill without even us knowing. And honestly speaking, I feel really bad about it, guilty to an extent. SEE LA, I OWE SO MANY PEOPLE FAVOURS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went window shopping at the 4-storey F21! :D I was on the way home when my piano lesson was cancelled last minute so I rushed to Bugis to meet the girls! You know there's only one thing girls do at Bugis street HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19FEB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with Yeehang at Hougang mall! Ended up at Chelle's house playing MAHJONGGGGG AND VEGGIE SAMURAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kokting got his qing yi se and he was taking a photo of it frantically. LOL. I still can't believe Zongsheng won the most when he's the newbie. That's what I'd call beginner's luck :D I won 2bucks because Yeehang played the last few games for me HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I WALKED HOME WITH VERNA THAT DAY. Thanks to adult fares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;24FEB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Chelle, Chinbee and Kaibin! Thanks to Kaibin's super random decision to visit Chelle and me at our workplace. Organiser was late lah! I was starvinggggg ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyyyy, it was really nice of Kaibin to come all the way to Kovan just to organise a dinner. And Chinbee for joining us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle taught me her 55cents trick but it failed miserably for me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can expect another post tomorrow! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-7234867095166755422?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7234867095166755422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=7234867095166755422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7234867095166755422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7234867095166755422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/02/dreams-are-opposite-of-reality.html' title='Dreams are the opposite of reality.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x8bQ8PNRs0A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-3693796733416863435</id><published>2011-02-21T23:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:13:23.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Stealing Day</title><content type='html'>If today was world stealing day, what would YOU steal? I have no idea why I was thinking about this question on my way home today. There's tons of things I want, mostly materialistic items I know you can't be bothered to know. If I could steal anything, like literally ANYTHING, I would steal people's metabolism. Imagine: Me zapping away your metabolic rate :D Okay fineee, I'll let you keep a part of it. Um no, I'm not kidding. My life is pretty much, relatively awesome now; I'm not desperately in need of money, or having any sort of negative, life-threatening addiction. I mean, I GET TO EAT KOREAN STRAWBERRIES ALMOST EVERYDAY THESE DAYS. And I have parents who dote on me (excessively).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to wiki 'metabolic rate' and wtf they gave me such a long definition: &lt;strike&gt;Basal metabolic rate (BMR), and the closely related resting metabolic rate (RMR), is the amount of daily energy expended while at rest in a neutrally temperate environment, in the post-absorptive state (meaning that the digestive system is inactive, which requires about twelve hours of fasting in humans)&lt;/strike&gt;. DON'T READ IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Answers.com: Your metabolic rate is a measure of how quickly your cells are converting food into energy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Short and easy to comprehend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, if I can zap away your high metabolic rate, I can eat all the pastries and roti pratas and gummy chocolates I want without even restraining myself or thinking: &lt;b&gt;Crap I'm going to get fat after this.&lt;/b&gt; No, I won't eat MacDonald even if I have high metabolism because sometimes I feel it's a waste of my money. I bet eating gummy chocolates benefits you more than MacD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it'll keep me away from anorexia, bulimia, and other eating disorders due to psychological factors. People with eating disorders tend to have a strong desire to be thin. Geog students, remember this??? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's just that I'm just too lazy to exercise to increase my metabolism to lose weight. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7334663/4798968367_06ae233831_z_large.jpg?1298274982"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK! BEANIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: What would you steal? ;) Don't give me answers like: XXX's heart. BECAUSE IF YOU LITERALLY STOLE THAT PERSON'S HEART YOU WON'T SEE HIM/HER STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU ANYMORE. Stop writing nonsense and making no sense. Stealing XXX's love makes so much more sense. Just that he/she'll love you halfheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/p/s: No, I'm not a spoilt brat. It was a joke okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-3693796733416863435?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/3693796733416863435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=3693796733416863435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3693796733416863435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3693796733416863435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/02/world-stealing-day.html' title='World Stealing Day'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1240373408598528208</id><published>2011-02-08T22:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:30:10.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up my sleeeeves</title><content type='html'>Just to clarify, I DO &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; WORK AT NEX'S BREADTALK. That's all I wanna say. :D Toodles. &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'll get whacked for just writing that only. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR period was fun (?). That doesn't sound right. Wait, let me think of a better word to describe it. It was more like typical-ish. Because my CNY schedule is almost the same EVERY YEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY EVE: Reunion dinner at Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;1st day: Grandma's and Grandma's house. &lt;br /&gt;2nd day: Uncle wong's and Grandaunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;3rd day: SLACK AT HOME &lt;br /&gt;4th day: Jo's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last time, Jo is my dad's friend's oldest daughter aka one of my childhood friends. And just a random fact: we're born 10 months apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, actually this year's better than last year because I BOUGHT AWESOME CLOTHES THIS YEAR! :D FYI, clothes make a huge difference. If you're a guy and you don't understand, I understand. If you're a girl and don't understand, then never mind. =3=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned from years and years of experience. To fight boredom, get a book. Seriously. Or you can just pretend to read one so your relatives will (hopefully) leave you alone and stop asking about your results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 FEBRUARY&lt;br /&gt;Was an awesome day out :D I was out the whole day. Well, almost. Went to eat SEOUL GARDEN with Yeehang! ON A WEEKEND. I'll never eat at Seoul Garden on a weekend ever again T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0_YW4yY-BM/TVeAg1VW0FI/AAAAAAAABJQ/m1vF2TsZ-uk/s320/P06-02-11_14.57.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BumEgDlGxXE/TVeAhLDOTSI/AAAAAAAABJU/ANGZ42Cebdw/s320/P06-02-11_14.56.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When I went home, I was like: Wth, why did I take pictures of the food only?! -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch All's Well Ends Well because there wasn't The Rebound or Homecoming! ): The movie was okay-ish. It's a bit fast-paced for me, like how did Louis Koo's character fall in love with his assistant?! There were a lot of LOL scenes so that's the redeeming factor :D The proposal was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I owe Yeehang $36. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bused home, rest for awhile and cabbed to Jo's house. There wasn't much to eat there but I was full from the Seoul Garden meal anyway (I even skipped dinner). It's been SOOOOOOO LONG since I saw my childhood friends! We never run out of things to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1240373408598528208?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1240373408598528208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1240373408598528208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1240373408598528208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1240373408598528208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-up-my-sleeeeves.html' title='What&apos;s up my sleeeeves'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0_YW4yY-BM/TVeAg1VW0FI/AAAAAAAABJQ/m1vF2TsZ-uk/s72-c/P06-02-11_14.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-7022542303863136902</id><published>2011-02-01T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T02:00:52.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY WORLD KTV</title><content type='html'>My brother always do last minute planning - last minute basketball/badminton game with friends, last minute lunch/dinner, last minute do homework/project (okay this doesn't count etc. You get my point?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to set things straight, by LAST MINUTE, I mean planning on the same as the event/outing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you see, I CAN NEVER DO LAST MINUTE PLANNING. I CAN'T. I need at least ONE DAY in advance to double-check timings, meet-up location, whether we're eating before/after the outing, see if everyone I asked is willing to spend a certain amount of money, OR IT WILL FALL THROUGH. Am I using fall through correctly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I assume usually only guys can complete this feat, as in planning last minute. It's not that bad a thing lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I assume it starts like this&lt;br /&gt;Guy A: I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Guy B: Wna bball? I call Guy C, Guy D, Guy E, Guy F, Guy G, Guy H, Guy I.&lt;br /&gt;Guy A: ON. Meet you at your house &lt;i&gt;(or wherever lah!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after basketball,&lt;br /&gt;Guy Z: Eh let's go eat Mac!&lt;br /&gt;All: ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY MAYBE THE CONVERSATIONS WON'T GO LIKE THIS BUT I DON'T CARE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I proved myself wrong. I underestimated Verna and myself. Haha. So we went to KBOX! Had SUBWAY for lunch. I ate &lt;b&gt;BREAD&lt;/b&gt; (ham, cheese, ketchup) for breakfast, and &lt;b&gt;BREAD&lt;/b&gt; (cold cut trio, lettuce, cucumber, honey mustard) for lunch. (Y) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KBOX and GUESS WHAT, THERE'S NO STUDENT PRICE. Which is something I really don't get. Since today is completely public holiday-free, public holiday eve-free WEEKDAY. The lady at the counter said it's because now's the CNY season. It's unreasonable if you ask me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$18++ becomes $27+ with GST and service charge PER PAX. There was 2 of us, so she said she'll count 1 PERSON, meaning we share the cost of $27+. IT'S STILL FREAKING A LOT TO PAY WHAT! Ridiculous. I asked Verna if it's even legal to do that. Business must be really bad for them. :\ We left and went back, thinking that we could negotiate the price, but the lady wasn't there anymore went we went back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO BAD. We abandoned kbox and went to Nex's Party World KTV. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TUgyDqiIIDI/AAAAAAAABJI/LLScEn7QZhI/s320/P01-02-11_15.03.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TUgyDP5RnPI/AAAAAAAABJE/6Bs6TbwWb04/s320/P01-02-11_15.03%255B01%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Verna in the corner xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's $8 NETT for 2 hours, 1 drink included. Because we're superishly desperate to sing, we gladly paid the $8. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to the list of must-sing-at-karaoke: 一眼瞬間 by 蕭敬騰 &amp; 張惠妹, 天黑黑 by Stefanie Sun, Hurt by Christina Aguilera, Halo by Beyonce, 说了再见 by Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wwCykGDEp7M" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekian says:&lt;br /&gt;*karaoke again!? LOL&lt;br /&gt;*girls so like karaoke&lt;br /&gt;Mandy says:&lt;br /&gt;*karaoke love!&lt;br /&gt;*i can sing better now okay! &lt;br /&gt;weekian says:&lt;br /&gt;*i can sing better than u okay :P&lt;br /&gt;Mandy says:&lt;br /&gt;*okay i'll pretend that i believe you xD&lt;br /&gt;weekian says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do guys dislike singing karaoke? I mean, THERE ARE MICROPHONES AND LYRICS ON SCREEN AND NOBODY CARES if you sing out of tune to Beyonce's Halo! I LOVE KARAOKE! And like I've said 5000 times, according to OMGFacts, singing is actually GOOD for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-7022542303863136902?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7022542303863136902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=7022542303863136902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7022542303863136902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7022542303863136902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-world-ktv.html' title='PARTY WORLD KTV'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TUgyDqiIIDI/AAAAAAAABJI/LLScEn7QZhI/s72-c/P01-02-11_15.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1710538596512463331</id><published>2011-01-26T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T00:57:13.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST. DAY. EVER!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just wanna start this post by saying: WHOEVER SAID THAT WEARING TANK TOPS=SLUT, YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY SOMEONE WHO CAN'T WEAR THEM (DESPITE 1564879521657842 TRIES) AND SAID TANK TOPS=SLUT TO SPITE THE GIRLS WHO CAN WEAR THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the girlfs yesterday to EHUB! Awesome day out! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TT-s-9wciwI/AAAAAAAABIs/G9Y3IwJNMfA/s320/P25-01-11_12.07.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! My hair very messy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TT-tAMXv5EI/AAAAAAAABIw/t0DYU1iCJP0/s320/P25-01-11_13.34.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. The soup looks a bit gross here. But it tasted great okay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TT-tBK9tZ_I/AAAAAAAABI0/leohoIi9-r0/s320/P25-01-11_14.16.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownies and fruit cakes for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TT-tBl8iTBI/AAAAAAAABI4/PJXneO6Hl-8/s320/P25-01-11_14.37.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna shy lah. What to do =3=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TT-tC4AURMI/AAAAAAAABI8/Iemz_MkTLXQ/s320/P25-01-11_14.46%255B01%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TT-s-GRRi5I/AAAAAAAABIo/k0nz0DTes8A/s320/P25-01-11_14.47.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why I took a picture of prawn shells okay. You can go guess why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle came a little late and we gobbled all her share. MUAHAHAHA. I'm kidding. We're not that mean alright!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love teriyaki chicken! Lol. Their chocolate ice cream was good too xD Next time, people, go order brownies and chocolate ice cream and put the ice cream on the brownie before eating. Refer to 3rd picture. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KBOX after lunch. I mean, it's &lt;b&gt;$6 NETT&lt;/b&gt; (I think this is the 2nd time I'm highlighting this point). If you don't go before the promotion ends, it's a complete waste. Okay the promotion probably won't end until 5 years later or something. Singing is actually GOOD for you health kay! According to OMGFacts. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Must sing at KARAOKE:&lt;/u&gt; 七里香 by Jay Chou, Broken-hearted girl by Beyonce, Firework by Katy Perry, 屋顶 by 吴宗宪 &amp; 温岚, 童话 by 光良, 和我来电 by 郭美美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7lIqKe8AHzE" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle picked a lot of korean songs! xD I feel kinda bad cos we skipped most of them and she was upset about it ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TT_3AuFFFkI/AAAAAAAABJA/Ff1Mustblfs/s1600/%2540Queentastica.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TT_3AuFFFkI/AAAAAAAABJA/Ff1Mustblfs/s640/%2540Queentastica.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How could I not favourite it! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I really &lt;b&gt;CAN'T&lt;/b&gt; sing 明知我爱你 by Serene Koong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to the zoo! But I won't go there until the polar bear's enclosure finish renovation next year. NEXT YEAR. I need to start booking people in advance. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Idk if you noticed, the title came from Rapunzel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/p/s: HOW COME NOW I CAN'T CHOOSE THE COLOUR OF THE VIDEO FRAME?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1710538596512463331?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1710538596512463331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1710538596512463331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1710538596512463331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1710538596512463331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-day-ever.html' title='BEST. DAY. EVER!!!!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TT-s-9wciwI/AAAAAAAABIs/G9Y3IwJNMfA/s72-c/P25-01-11_12.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-213746095764350444</id><published>2011-01-21T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:49:55.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>I'M STARVING. And my brother promised at 1pm+ that he'll be home SOON with lunch. YEA RIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, he just reached home. Hmphs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-213746095764350444?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/213746095764350444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=213746095764350444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/213746095764350444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/213746095764350444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/01/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5734530408648942676</id><published>2011-01-15T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T02:28:57.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The process of JAE</title><content type='html'>It's been hell of a week. I know I've said this before, but seriously, selecting a school wasn't this difficult 4 years ago ._. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to the schools: NP (Red Camp 7 Centurions!) TP, SP, TP again, NYJC, SP again, NP again! Took more than 50 brochures/flyers/leaflets/pamphlets (mostly from NP and including those I threw away). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tough even after writing down the courses I'm interested in! With the sequence and stuffs like that. Does this post look emo?! I'm sorry if it does. But I'm NOT EMO-ING right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ TP: Asked about Business information technology (BIT) because it's business and IT! (DUH) The IT part has web design and ETHICAL hacking kay! All I see is &lt;s&gt;ethical&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hacking&lt;/span&gt;. Lol. A course counsellor talked to us about options and stuffs. I wonder how they have so much patience to go through the same questions over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to a lecturer @SP BOAST about himself for more than 65197 hours. AND I WAS GOING TO ASK ABOUT INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS IN THE FIRST PLACE. Waste my time. And Chengyork wrote my name down when I intended to write Mandy Tan. Fml -.- I dropped Visual Comm &amp;amp; Media Design because it wasn't a REALISTIC choice. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ NP: Asked about my chances in getting into ABM. My score is OKAY. But about the intake, not so sure. Plus there might be super kiasu people applying through jpsae! Talked to an IBZ student, who was really niceeeee :D Okay, maybe he was acting nice (I doubt) but I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I picked all my courses before showing them to my dad. At 2 in the morning! Because my parents know that I'll have to make my own decision so they hardly interfered. Leona and UNAGI (aka Carson, but I don't call him that) gave me a lot of useful advice :D Unagi is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; this year so he's been through this (I just want to highlight he's old, don't mind me). =3= Chengyork had to tolerate with my fickle-mindedness. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's done has been done! I &lt;b&gt;HOPE&lt;/b&gt; that I'll get into NP. But SP's International Business wouldn't be that bad either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5734530408648942676?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5734530408648942676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5734530408648942676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5734530408648942676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5734530408648942676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/01/process-of-jae.html' title='The process of JAE'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-7130583783534616221</id><published>2011-01-11T23:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T01:44:36.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's 11 January!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="goog_755928478"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_755928479"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First off,&lt;/b&gt; I'm sorry if I'm an insecure bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secondly,&lt;/b&gt; thanks for all the birthday wishes! Through messages, face-to-face, on FB etc! :D I appreciate the gesture! Thanks~ This does count those who came to my early birthday celebration! (: You guys mean a lot to me. REALLY LAH! I'm not lying. Trust my words this once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lovely presents! Whether your present was a simple card or a soft toy or accessories, I love them all (: My parents got me a pink Baby-G watch! xD AWESOME! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6196552/tumblr_lev8l2QZfa1qdcke5o1_500_large.jpg?1294761908" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thirdly,&lt;/b&gt; I'm sorry for being a wet blanket during the NYJC trip. I WAS irritated. I was NOT being emo. Chengyork tried to cheer me up (even to the extent of suggesting to pay for movie tickets) but to no avail. Okay, let's not go there again. I'm OVER IT (I am now anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Verna and Chelle for treating me to really expensive vermicelli at NEX xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fourthly,&lt;/b&gt; I HOPE MY WISHES COME TRUE. One of the wishes I made on 5th Jan was to get okay-ish O level results. I guess that came true. Another wish I made was to lose weight. Yea, but it's not happening with me sitting in front of the computer all the time. HAHA! I have 2 other wishes but they're gonna be kept a secret! Do you even get so many wishes on your birthdays?! I just assume I do. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lastly,&lt;/b&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY IVAN! Those born on 11 January 1994 are the coolest! *points to us*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSyW18Kk_uI/AAAAAAAABIg/ZRhA3pztF_0/s400/IMG_1488%255B2%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just let me be narcissistic for one day luh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a roller-coaster ride. Refer to my mood on 11 January 2011.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-7130583783534616221?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7130583783534616221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=7130583783534616221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7130583783534616221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7130583783534616221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-its-11-january.html' title='Because it&apos;s 11 January!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSyW18Kk_uI/AAAAAAAABIg/ZRhA3pztF_0/s72-c/IMG_1488%255B2%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-3771163185900386547</id><published>2011-01-09T23:21:00.196+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T02:46:13.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4th JAN: Yanting's birthday gathering!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LATE! And I was having panic attacks on the bus. I smsed Yanting and she wasn't there yet. Lol. Met Kaibin while trying to find Pastamania! THANK GOD I saw him. I'd freak out if I was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSm3t93zevI/AAAAAAAABGI/fPMqPeZiBe0/s400/IMG_1406.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Pastamania! I think mine was called meatball spaghetti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Pastamania, waiting for Chelle and Verna to come. Yanting got a cake from Pastamania! (: But she couldn't finish it so she fed everyone xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSm3vd9zLCI/AAAAAAAABGM/no15i5Yltag/s400/IMG_1408%255B2%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl! With her oreo cheesecake! :D The candles were EPIC! Too bad I didn't get a shot of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSm3wg8E8NI/AAAAAAAABGQ/V6FywNbk0FA/s400/IMG_1410%255B2%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingrong and me! I was looking at this photo and thinking: wow, when did she get so tall..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to KBOX! I was rather reluctant cos 1) I know the rooms are mad tiny 2) There were too many people, meaning that you probably won't get a chance to touch the mic 3) KBOX SO EXPENSIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingrong and I even went to the Cathay counter to ask if there was student price that day, so we could go watch a movie as a backup plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, Kbox was just &lt;b&gt;$6 NETT&lt;/b&gt;, free drinks and snacks included. And the room was &lt;i&gt;surprisingly&lt;/i&gt; large. Large enough to fit all 13 (was it 13?) of us anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And -ahem- I'm not embarrassed to say that I kept hogging the mic. WHAT! (goes into self-defensive mode) No one wanted to sing! I had to throw my face and pick up the mic to sing kay! ): After awhile (A VERY LONG WHILE) the rest of them started to choose songs and sing. :D See, I was helpful! -bhb-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSm35mYcOCI/AAAAAAAABGY/SXcfPplW-94/s400/IMG_1412%255B2%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jingrong! And Yeehang in the background. Lol. I wasn't hold a mic alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to sing a duet with Verna and failed. xD I embed it to prove that it wasn't an easy song to sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9DXBT1qDxw4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9DXBT1qDxw4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanting had to leave earlier for dinner with her family! (Or so I heard. Sorry if I'm wrong!) Left at 8pm with the group of people and went to find the group at pool. KBOX WAS REALLY FUN :D Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Daddy and he drove me to the bungalow! The first thing I did (after saying hi's to Ga's friends) was to rush upstairs and explore the rooms. 4 HUGE BEDROOMS! There was also a mahjong room and a karaoke room. It was exactly like the way I remembered it. Just fyi, the last time I've been there was about 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ga was having his class gathering and he told his friends that I'm 12 years old. Haha! His friends were super nice luh! I LIKE &lt;b&gt;JONGHYUNG&lt;/b&gt; (aka Fraser)! Jonghyung's a nickname I gave her cos I didn't know her name :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSm3mCICpOI/AAAAAAAABGE/OEMH-RhDpZs/s400/IMG_1427.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few who stayed over! Left to right: Xavier, Yongzheng, Ga, JONGHYUN! I know their names cos I went to pester my brother xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5th JAN: Early birthday celebration!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for facial at BUGIS with Mummy in the morning! And bought a pink bag! Trained ALLLL the way back to White Sands to buy food and drinks for the party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy smsing the whole morning. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most punctual was Jingrong! I finished bathing at 3pm and she's reached already! Then it was Leona, Wanling and Zhihui! Had them wait at Downtown's Subway so we could go pick them up. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnVD-pLFzI/AAAAAAAABGg/VNiP9tXh9DQ/s400/IMG_1430.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what's the card game was called :\ Red indians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnfq1LYEfI/AAAAAAAABHQ/yrRw3Lx8L98/s400/IMG_1435.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo! Not everyone's inside though. We were watching Breakout in the room xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnVWPg3pUI/AAAAAAAABGo/A7WQFB2M7e4/s400/IMG_1440.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has a tradition of ordering a cake @ Yiling's during birthdays. They requested for less cream kay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnVem6mr3I/AAAAAAAABGs/ZuhGyPyUrpU/s400/IMG_1442.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnVnzCwJtI/AAAAAAAABGw/0kfuaDYniFo/s400/IMG_1444.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD AND MUM! Kudos to them for helping me with almost everything! My mum marinates awesome chicken wings {Y}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnVv_5Sc3I/AAAAAAAABG0/0_ZAEz9OGIA/s400/IMG_1445.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnVxKq3KRI/AAAAAAAABG4/vmm5CvDxmEQ/s400/IMG_1447%255B2%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another group photo! Esther, Leona, Wanling, Shehwa not in the photo ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnVyyLRlPI/AAAAAAAABG8/ANlkjH4Wjro/s400/IMG_1451%255B2%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiyi, Me, Verna, Zhihui, Chelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnV0Hrd7RI/AAAAAAAABHA/VmWeW6MJDPg/s400/IMG_1452%255B2%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhihui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnV1rlC-7I/AAAAAAAABHE/baWjrPmskD4/s400/IMG_1454%255B2%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Peiyi! And that's Zhihui's finger. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnV2t4-ehI/AAAAAAAABHI/6xS0EXCj8vU/s400/IMG_1455%255B2%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna, Chelle, Zhihui and MEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnU7J1I5KI/AAAAAAAABGc/jDmbg9i-WMs/s400/IMG_1458.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna glued to the screen, watching Autumn's Concerto! I TOLD YOU IT WAS A NICE DRAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSnV8yjPaQI/AAAAAAAABHM/Jf5xxWKCvX8/s400/IMG_1457.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle! And Tengda hiding behind the balloon. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avis, Yanting, Joel, Kaibin, Jingrong and Zhihui couldn't stay over ): So in the end only 6 people stayed (including me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Monopoly Deal until daybreak. LOL. I barely slept cos it was so uncomfortable -.- And I didn't want to go upstairs and sleep alone ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;6th JAN: A lot of crapping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WHOLE group of people who stayed left in the morning ): Peiyi had to go home and the rest of them had work. Boohooo. I even cleaned up the house. BY MYSELF. Never folded so many blankets within an hour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to AMK for lunch with Daddy and visited Grandma! Daddy drove me home afterwards and I slacked until 3+ when Verna called and asked if I wanted to go to SP with them. I asked Weekian to go with us but he didn't want to. -.- Baka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Dover, met Verna, Chelle, Chinbee, Kokting and Junyuan at SP at 5PM+. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALVIN NEVER CAME LOH. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reached the bungalow it was like 7,8PM+ already ): And I felt so bad cos the bbq's not ready yet. In the end my parents turned up with food and we grilled most of the food. Chelle and Choonkit cooked some though. MADE ME FEEL EVEN MORE GUILTY LAH. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Mahjong with Weekian, Kokting and Junyuan after dinner! I CAN NOW BOAST THAT I KNOW HOW TO PLAY MAHJONG! Thanks to Junyuan. LOL. Then we played Happy Family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna, Chelle, Peiyi and Choonkit went upstairs to sleep. So the rest of us played another version of Happy Family! Junyuan's version. Haha! It was definitely more exciting than the normal one :D Maybe that explains the bruises on my hands. xD &lt;br /&gt;Kaibin and Junyuan kept sabo-ing me D: But I knew that Chengyork was helping me when we sat together. By snatching Weekian's coins. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For details on how to play the games, visit &lt;a href="http://x33milktea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Weekian's blog&lt;/a&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, I don't understand how a game can keep us awake the whole time loh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T HAVE A GROUP PHOTO ON THE 6TH D: Chengyork only has unglam photos of people -.- I made him delete mine. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozed off for awhile in the morning and headed off for breakfast at White Sands! Went to eat mac (YES MAC. MCDONALD.) with Weekian, Kaibin, Joel, Chengyork, Junyuan! Kaibin and Junyuan half-dead alr. xD We slept on the bus homeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 10.30AM, bathed, and slept alllllll the way until 8PM. IT'S NOT EVEN SUFFICIENT! I stayed up for 2 nights ley! I have no idea how Kokting survived. He works! And he was sick! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who came on the 2 days! And those who wanted to go but couldn't because of work and stuffs! (: Those who came were Verna, Michelle, Zhihui, Peiyi, Avis, Yanting, Jingrong, Esther, Shehwa, Leona, Wanling, Weekian, Chengyork, Choonkit, Joel, Yeehang, Kaibin, Kokting, Junyuan. Thanks for being there and the presents! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-3771163185900386547?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/3771163185900386547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=3771163185900386547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3771163185900386547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3771163185900386547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/01/catching-up.html' title='Catching up.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSm3t93zevI/AAAAAAAABGI/fPMqPeZiBe0/s72-c/IMG_1406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-6662323806598809772</id><published>2011-01-02T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T02:03:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I think writing resolutions is a ritual. Okay I started it only last year but whatever lah! It's going to be an annual ritual on the 2nd of January. Something I'll do each year even though I don't fulfill all of them. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will stop procrastinating. &lt;i&gt;I hope so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will make new friends this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will LOSE WEIGHT. My aim is 4kg. (I so wish I can transfer my fats to Quek Weekian -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I AM GOING TO BUY MORE HEELS. (Any sponsors? :D -bhb-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will be nicer to strangers maybe except male teens because they might be hiding parangs beneath their clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I will stop being an anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And stop being concerned with what other people think of me. (Because @ZodiacFacts stated: As a #Capricorn you are more concerned with yourself then what other people think of you, though I find it untrue for my case.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I will finish learning HTMLs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. And create a blogskin from scratch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I will stop sleeping at 2am and waking up 12 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I will not get upset/irritated/angry/(insert negative emotion) when I'm left out. (NOT POSSIBLE. WHY DID I EVEN WRITE IT DOWN?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I will start having meals in the afternoon (aka lunch) when the holidays end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I LOVE MY FRIENDS! (This is completely impromptu and random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I will get over my manga addiction. (I love romance stories T_T even if they're unrealistic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up with resolutions is hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I will stop categorising people in my little black book. &lt;i&gt;I doubt you'll understand :D Just fyi, it's NOT A REAL BLACK BOOK.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I will TRY to grow taller because all the giants around me are telling me not to give up. (Try is the word. No guarantees.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I WILL BUY ADOBE PHOTOSHOP CS4/CS5. SOMEDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Maybe I should get a metronome too. Since my rhythm sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I will stop splurging unnecessarily to satisfy my materialistic wants. (Like that would happen :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I will improve my vocabulary. (For what ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I will not be upset on 29 January. I will not be upset on 29 January. I will not be upset on 29 January. I will not be upset on 29 January. I will not be upset on 29 January. I will not be upset on 29 January. I will not be upset on 29 January. I will not be upset on 29 January. I will not be upset on 29 January. I will not be upset on 29 January. I will not be upset on 29 January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I will clear my phone's inbox and the sent items section regularly. (I have a habit of saving up smses -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I will learn how to bake cakes! (That is, if my mum allows me to use to kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll update if I can think of any more resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to read my &lt;a href="http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-resolutions.html"&gt;2010 Resolutions&lt;/a&gt; and I COUNTED how many of them I fulfilled. And the result is... (Drumroll please) 10/31. I'm being completely honest about this (who cares if I fulfilled/did not fulfill them loh wth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I did (and I'm really proud of) is getting over my FB addiction :D THIS PROVES UN-BOOKMARKING IT WORKS. I did put in more effort in my studies and piano (theories only). Oh but I didn't mug like a nerd/geek/bookworm to fulfill point 1. Hey I stuck with pink! I'm still liking pink! Yay. And I still hate yellow! Okay I don't hate it that much anymore because of Centurions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a gold for my NAPFA ): I tried, I really did. I did stretching EVERYDAY for the sit-and-reach retest okay! I became (more of less) flexible! My study table is mad untidy now. You don't want to see the state of it. 2010 WAS AN EMO YEAR (at least it was for me). I CAN'T HELP BEING EMO AND SO CAN'T YOU. I still use Singlish when speaking. Don't judge me! I bet you've used it 5 minutes ago and now you're attempting to prove me wrong by speaking in perfect English to yourself. HA! And obviously I didn't think before I act (refer to &lt;a href="http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/12/private.html"&gt;this fiasco&lt;/a&gt;, not that you guys know what exactly happened).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it's 7pm already but it's only 6pm+ ): I WANT DINNER! Mad hungry now because I skipped lunch. I only had sugar BISCUITS with milo and a piece of Andes chocolate since I woke up at 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-6662323806598809772?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6662323806598809772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=6662323806598809772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6662323806598809772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6662323806598809772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-resolutions.html' title='2011 Resolutions'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-6479517179071461695</id><published>2011-01-01T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:14:02.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWENTY ELEVEN 2011</title><content type='html'>OMG FTI ON CHANNEL U! I digress. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 2010 is over. Brand new start, new beginning. More nonsense, more crapping, more silly stuffs will happen this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEE HONGKI! SO SHUAI! SARANG SARANG SARANG~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Slaps self* FOCUS MANDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to give my thanks to the people who have helped me in 2010, which was an arduous journey, because of o levels and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I RECEIVED A PHONE CALL FROM VERNA KOH. Until now, Idk if I should be amused or touched (or shocked) by her gesture. Maybe all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was drunk. LOL. She was literally screaming over the phone. Her background was so noisyyyyyyyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like: ALVIN'S LOOKING FOR YOU. DESPERATELY.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Are you guys drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. So I talked to Alvin and it turned out that he wanted details about the party. =3= And I got to talk to Chelle and Gerald. Gerald didn't sound like Gerald over the phone. I was like: Who are you? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they're all at Kovan~ Without me *pouts*. Hahaha. Why - I don't really know even though Chelle explained it to me cos it was hard to decipher what she was saying over the noise. I think it was along Chinbee asked someone and someone else asked someone else and TADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Phone vibrating like mad* Yes, I'm ignoring all messages until I finish this post because I know I'll get distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just decided that I'm not going to write my thanks because the list's too long! If you've been in my life the past year, you know you've made the list! Yes, it's a LOT of people. And no, it does not include strangers I met/helped on the streets. Kidding, I never really helped any stranger on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few I really want to thank are Verna, Chelle, Weekian, Chengyork. Thanks a lot, you guys! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sent out a message to people :D &lt;i&gt;Sending to [17] Persons&lt;/i&gt;. I LOVE GETTING REPLIES. Makes me feel loveddddd~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY YOU, YES YOU, who's reading this right now, we're going to stay as friends kay! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-6479517179071461695?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6479517179071461695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=6479517179071461695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6479517179071461695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6479517179071461695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2011/01/twenty-eleven-2011.html' title='TWENTY ELEVEN 2011'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-8099482115702812900</id><published>2010-12-26T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:56:26.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The MAGIC of Photoshop.</title><content type='html'>Photoshop is better than Liu Qian's 见证奇迹的时刻. Honestly, I have no regard for magic tricks, cos afterall, they are TRICKS. And apparently it's a form of ART, so you know. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. The awesome-ness of Photoshop, is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQN1mjcVCwI/AAAAAAAABEs/5a59KYm_Gac/s640/Photoshop.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I wished I looked like the edited one at prom. Okay lah, I overdid it. I look plastic. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between GIMP and Photoshop CS4, is that GIMP doesn't have the liquify tool. Liquify is the KING of all tools lah! No liquify, no picture! Geddit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIMP 2.6 is an &lt;i&gt;OKAY&lt;/i&gt; product, if you're looking for something good ENOUGH and free (because photoshop costs a BOMB).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not impossible to edit the before to become the after using GIMP, it's just that I don't know how to do it without liquify. LOL. &lt;s&gt;According to google, the Liquify tool in GIMP is IWarp (Filters -&gt; Distorts -&gt; IWarp). But I still think Liquify is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and GIMP doesn't have Edit -&gt; Transform -&gt; Warp. I mean, how else do you make the eyelashes fit?! Rotating works only a certain extent. And you know how much I detest eyelash glue. URGH.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone would understand what I typed so I just cancelled everything! The main thing is the photo anw. Lalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and Merry Christmas to all of you~ I don't celebrate Christmas, so yea. And I don't go Orchard to celebrate because it's stupid since you'll get molested by foreign workers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a countdown party on the 31st! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-8099482115702812900?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/8099482115702812900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=8099482115702812900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8099482115702812900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8099482115702812900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/12/magic-of-photoshop.html' title='The MAGIC of Photoshop.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQN1mjcVCwI/AAAAAAAABEs/5a59KYm_Gac/s72-c/Photoshop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-6794585829820031275</id><published>2010-12-21T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:33:09.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapunzel</title><content type='html'>I realised that I didn't write about the movies I watched ): &lt;br /&gt;So there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILERS ALERT! Don't continue to read unless you've watched both movies! &lt;i&gt;I warned you kay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;8 DECEMBER: RAPUNZEL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to AMK hub with Verna! Okay, initially I planned to watch it with Chengyork. Now I feel so bad cos I promised to watch it with him ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't watched it in the theaters, I cannot help you alr. Watch it online if it has stopped screening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r1by9uqaxuc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r1by9uqaxuc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play this while reading! Lol. But I think you have to turn up the volume a bit.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE RAPUNZEL&lt;/b&gt; and it's not only because she has long blonde hair. She's so cheerful and cute and lovable! Oh and she's the missing princess locked up in a tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy character is Flynn Rider (not his real name), the narrator of the movie and a THIEF (okay, he turned good because of Rapunzel in the end). He stole the crown and ended up in the tower while escaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/2741018/vf8779_large.jpg?1277520930" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can never get his nose right. LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Gothel, the villain, aka the one who kidnapped Rapunzel and pretends to be her mother. You see, Rapunzel's hair had this power to turn back time but loses its power if cut (therefore long hair). She wanted to remain young and youthful lah! Annoying old hag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapunzel wanted to see the floating lanterns and made Flynn bring her there in order to get the crown back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flynn later told Rapunzel about his life and why he changed his name. Okay, in other words, they fell madly in love with each other. But Madam Gothel had to spoil everything in order to make Rapunzel return with her. I mean, they ALMOST kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5611054/tumblr_ldmb0mmD981qbvxwmo1_400_large.png?1292681328" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5349163/rapunzel07_large.jpg?1291661104" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that the floating lanterns appear every year on Rapunzel's birthday, the day she was kidnapped. Her parents (King and Queen) hoped that they can find Rapunzel by doing do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying not to cry at the part when I saw the King's sad face. ): &lt;br /&gt;It was so touching lah wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fast forward- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flynn was stabbed by Madam Gothel in an attempt to rescue Rapunzel, who was chained and being dragged away. So in order to save Flynn, Rapunzel told Madam Gothel that she will leave willingly if the latter allowed her to save Flynn (with her magical golden hair!). Oh but Flynn cut her hair because she could save him and Madam Gothel plunges to her death (turned into dust actually) from the tower when Pascal tripped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, Pascal is the CHAMELEON THAT'S SUPER CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Rapunzel was sobbing away when Flynn "died". He didn't die. She found out her tears had healing powers. AND TADA! Happy ending~ Rapunzel was reunited with her parents and Flynn proposed to her! Was there a kissing scene? Cos I forgot. Crap. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://cinefantastiqueonline.com/wp-content/uploads/Tangled-poster.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was leaving for Malaysia tomorrow night but it's today -.- &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write about Hello Stranger today but I'm leaving the house in half an hour's time. Now I'll have to write about Hello Stranger in another post.&lt;br /&gt;Okay toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-6794585829820031275?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6794585829820031275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=6794585829820031275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6794585829820031275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6794585829820031275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/12/rapunzel.html' title='Rapunzel'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5791239766417324514</id><published>2010-12-18T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:20:38.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kuishi-bo !</title><content type='html'>Went to this Jap buffet restaurant at SUNTEC my dad RAVED about before my O's.&lt;br /&gt;The bill was -if memory hasn't fail me- SGD206.68.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnlyLgk1AI/AAAAAAAABEw/_aiV-jsjQyM/s320/P14-12-10_18.15.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from my seat! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnlyzncKKI/AAAAAAAABE0/IfYb3LHbBeY/s320/P14-12-10_18.26.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnlzFwXWqI/AAAAAAAABE4/V6J229mIJdM/s320/P14-12-10_18.54.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding people, THIS is LOBSTER. With cheese. Sorry lah, I suagu never eat lobster before mah T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnl0zYqMSI/AAAAAAAABFE/Ih0tjIJ2VUo/s320/P14-12-10_18.59%255B01%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnl1N4ufWI/AAAAAAAABFI/Ey7QKAC3ofA/s320/P14-12-10_19.34.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERTS! There was creme brulee (too sweet for my liking though), CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN, eclairs, mousse, cookies etcetc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnl1qc7EVI/AAAAAAAABFM/NXA9USfMYSg/s320/P14-12-10_19.42.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef I never tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnl2DWSmiI/AAAAAAAABFQ/69r-I4axJZ8/s320/P14-12-10_19.45.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bean sprouts. My dad ordered 3 plates of it -.-&lt;br /&gt;Mummy was like, we paid SGD40+ to come here and eat bean sprouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnl2tXoLVI/AAAAAAAABFU/UpSm7P_OyJE/s320/P14-12-10_20.11.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli prawns! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnl3Gi-C4I/AAAAAAAABFY/kqTmw4KLpkU/s320/P14-12-10_20.44.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since I went Suntec. Used to go there like twice every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnl3ny9GcI/AAAAAAAABFc/K9kIA2L2Tfg/s320/P14-12-10_21.12.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not a glutton. This belongs to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnl4AgrnlI/AAAAAAAABFg/p9Qa9aYk8Rw/s320/P14-12-10_21.12%255B01%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnl4mZB4_I/AAAAAAAABFk/dTpH3qfqvOY/s320/P14-12-10_21.12%255B02%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super unglam shot xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnl5Jwsl6I/AAAAAAAABFo/Awb0d2yZH2c/s320/P14-12-10_21.22.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup #2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnl5vIR-8I/AAAAAAAABFs/7SKzI274wac/s320/P14-12-10_21.47.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5791239766417324514?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5791239766417324514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5791239766417324514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5791239766417324514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5791239766417324514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/12/kuishi-bo.html' title='kuishi-bo !'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TQnlyLgk1AI/AAAAAAAABEw/_aiV-jsjQyM/s72-c/P14-12-10_18.15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-4131478788996092813</id><published>2010-12-09T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:11:52.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Private</title><content type='html'>I've locked up my twitter, fb and blogger as a precautionary measure. You guys won't want to know what I did. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys had read &lt;a href="http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/10/denied-permission-and-pictionary.html?zx=3bef39fd8a7293da"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, maybe you'll get a clue why I'm doing this. And no, I'm not going into details about what I did. Because it's stupid and dangerous and I regret it. (Okay maybe I'll tell what happened. Next time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 people know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-4131478788996092813?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/4131478788996092813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=4131478788996092813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4131478788996092813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4131478788996092813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/12/private.html' title='Private'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5874501340200528131</id><published>2010-12-06T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:39:28.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Analytics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TPz01Kqa45I/AAAAAAAABEU/2NF-CsVicw0/s1600/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TPz01Kqa45I/AAAAAAAABEU/2NF-CsVicw0/s640/untitled.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd count myself lucky if I get 60 hits per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a good news for you! I'm changing my blogskin! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5874501340200528131?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5874501340200528131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5874501340200528131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5874501340200528131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5874501340200528131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/12/analytics.html' title='Analytics.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TPz01Kqa45I/AAAAAAAABEU/2NF-CsVicw0/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-7584402352651614237</id><published>2010-12-05T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:38:05.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here lies Dobby, a Free Elf.</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part 1) with Weekian on friday :D&lt;br /&gt;They tweaked some parts of the movie though :\ I was looking forward to a friendly Kreacher. Oh well. The movie was still awesome overall~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Harry-Ginny kiss was hilarious. There were quite a lot of laughing moments but I can't pinpoint which scenes now. Sorry, I have STM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't like the spooky parts. Even though people warned me about the snake aka Nagini. Nagini even made quite a few appearances in the movie. I'm anti-spook alright? Plus the girls sitting beside me were screaming. Adds on to the already freaky atmosphere. I swear I was watching the screen wide-eyed in shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5323410/tumblr_l7d04w7pb01qcnlo1o1_500_large.jpg?1291520102" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5321941/tumblr_lbur3dqg2H1qdsbnbo1_400_large.png?1291514489" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="243" src="http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/harry_potter_cast.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i366.photobucket.com/albums/oo102/PetrificusTotalus/Harry%20Potter/hpdeathlyhallows.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i366.photobucket.com/albums/oo102/PetrificusTotalus/Harry%20Potter/hpdeathlyhallows.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5266679/tumblr_lck2i2zx2p1qcnhkbo1_500_large.jpg?1291180055" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="232" src="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/harry_potter_7_posters.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5264055/tumblr_lcgz2b9Uws1qefcogo1_500_large.png?1291168484" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://google.com.sg/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the last picture is dedicated to Koh Yong Siang, who is crazily obsessed with Emma Watson, which in my opinion, isn't that bad a thing since she's so beautiful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a cute picture of Dobby ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-7584402352651614237?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7584402352651614237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=7584402352651614237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7584402352651614237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7584402352651614237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/12/dobby-is-cute-d.html' title='Here lies Dobby, a Free Elf.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i366.photobucket.com/albums/oo102/PetrificusTotalus/Harry%20Potter/th_hpdeathlyhallows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1074703069163746305</id><published>2010-12-01T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:10:07.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you think I'm wrong, then I'm sorry for being an insecure bitch.</title><content type='html'>What's the point of even writing an entry and end up not publishing it for people to read? Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished writing that unpublished post and I re-read it and I thought: Damn, why am I so emo these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided not to publish it. Ta-da. I just saved you from reading an emo entry. You can stop rolling your eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm going to do now, is to sleep everything off. The emo-ness, the alone-ness, the whatever-ness. And the guilt for being unreasonable at you, you, you and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on a second thought, maybe I'm not cherishing who's in front of me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1074703069163746305?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1074703069163746305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1074703069163746305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1074703069163746305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1074703069163746305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-think-im-wrong-then-im-sorry-for.html' title='If you think I&apos;m wrong, then I&apos;m sorry for being an insecure bitch.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-4294053606933264864</id><published>2010-11-29T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:54:20.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to December</title><content type='html'>The holidays make me feel more alone than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-4294053606933264864?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/4294053606933264864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=4294053606933264864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4294053606933264864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4294053606933264864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-to-december.html' title='Back to December'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-6874189924075325097</id><published>2010-11-24T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:50:13.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM NIGHT 2010</title><content type='html'>Verna came to my house in the morning so my mum could help do our hair. She went home and came again after lunch so we could do our makeup together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to redo my makeup TWICE. Because the eye shadow failed. And I couldn't put on the fake eyelashes. *regrets* I wouldn't look so weird if I had fake eyelashes on. Sighs. My dad commented that we were having a war in my room. xD The mess was really horrible when I left home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Chelle, Peiyi and Choonkit at Chelle's house and we CABBED down to Holiday Inn Atrium. If you count, there's &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of us. But there was this really nice auntie we took us there :D I had to sacrifice myself and sit on the floor lah. It's worth it anyway; my cab fare was &lt;u&gt;FREEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/u&gt;! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzA9WgX3OI/AAAAAAAABCU/aIyvan-oLBo/s320/IMG_1220.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy89UOPoQI/AAAAAAAABAM/ke7hvaYilMU/s320/IMG_1221.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken a picture of the mess I made when I did my nails. A glittery business. Lol. And like I tweeted, don't play with glitter unless you really have to -.- The mess is. Boomz. And REALLY difficult to remove.  (Okay maybe it was because I left the glitter on my nails for far too many days and therefore harder to take them off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy9LrAH0XI/AAAAAAAABAY/Ay5ZZHR2tQM/s320/IMG_1135.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanting! She looked like some rich taitai, the way she's dressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy9ZAFrn6I/AAAAAAAABAg/t6n8vTHTUs0/s320/IMG_1138.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LOVELY LIYUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy8-dOwpgI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Z4uyEkjA-gA/s320/with+cas%2521%255B2%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandraaaa. Look at me in this picture and the above picture. I don't understand how I can look so freaking different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy9pFC_0dI/AAAAAAAABAo/c1dEi9-PPHM/s320/IMG_1141.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy9xQi0QJI/AAAAAAAABAs/lznbUthQZP0/s320/IMG_1142.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BEAUTIFUL GRANDSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzFHv0m3GI/AAAAAAAABC4/Yr4XvE8Ava0/s320/with+jodi%2521%255B2%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzDgsKmGhI/AAAAAAAABCg/Z0AQ9Cxu8pI/s320/IMG_1144.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SON! :D I'm not surprised he looked so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzEPcynx3I/AAAAAAAABCk/JK4_6PNfYlQ/s320/IMG_1149.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right: Me, Leona, Wanling, Verna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzC2ANoW7I/AAAAAAAABCc/TlrYHbPhXQU/s320/IMG_1152.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right: Me, Esther, Verna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy-ITMD0pI/AAAAAAAABA4/fweWZZOYtD4/s320/IMG_1158.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingru! I was SO determined to snap a good picture with her. Took at least 4 shots with her. This is not the best shot; I mean, look at my face -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzEuLShUgI/AAAAAAAABCs/BOwSt_CrTKg/s320/IMG_1162.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia. T_T I'm sorry she has to bend down to my height lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzFBk-kbYI/AAAAAAAABC0/wfhSk0e_ATk/s320/IMG_1163.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingyi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzQ_mpfwLI/AAAAAAAABDQ/FQFfxd5LGFA/s320/IMG_1169%255B2%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can guess where I was at when I took this one -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy-T10yBvI/AAAAAAAABA8/neH1gxGlQk8/s320/IMG_1173%255B2%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Verna love! Honestly speaking, I get awesome pictures only when there's a mirror around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy-bBitG8I/AAAAAAAABBA/eKWldLbHb94/s320/IMG_1176.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZHIHUI! SHE WORE A DRESS TO PROM! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy-iLBQhHI/AAAAAAAABBE/YLpAQHSZ_x8/s320/IMG_1177.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhihui and Verna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy-qSp0eBI/AAAAAAAABBI/44R9cE3bLds/s320/IMG_1179.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Alvin, aka Tom the cat. (Not iPHONE's talking Tom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy-8JivcII/AAAAAAAABBQ/E0NETXU_7iU/s320/IMG_1183%255B2%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With flash. I hate flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy_Cdvog2I/AAAAAAAABBU/hMdI76Jb_pY/s320/IMG_1184.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, no flash is so much better. (But blur lah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy_I7LqflI/AAAAAAAABBY/Pl5BRX3LU6s/s320/IMG_1185.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy_PszkUOI/AAAAAAAABBc/zWSUmRZffqE/s320/IMG_1186.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choonkit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy_WRC7tkI/AAAAAAAABBg/VU0V5Xn-VMc/s320/IMG_1189.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right: Chengyork, Me, Fanjun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy_gmtcJTI/AAAAAAAABBk/hXYHt5dP24o/s320/IMG_1192%255B2%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOy_85wZp0I/AAAAAAAABBw/aByXFqMlqTg/s320/IMG_1199.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Peiyi! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzAF42rteI/AAAAAAAABB0/RP0PgaUb0R8/s320/IMG_1200.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINBEE! She was so pretty that night; I'm jealous. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzANgmRnpI/AAAAAAAABB4/rkUXql6Npn4/s320/IMG_1201.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekian the giant. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzAU8ryz5I/AAAAAAAABB8/_zhUTeUYZJA/s320/IMG_1203.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kokting! I think he was a little surprised when I wanted to take a picture with him. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzKuv3wiXI/AAAAAAAABC8/nUBVKc_ax2k/s320/IMG_1204.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna and Gerald. First shot blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzAcy1VU4I/AAAAAAAABCA/8CSg9Lm4FEg/s320/IMG_1205.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second shot STILL blur. Cos no flash ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzAjsY_qnI/AAAAAAAABCE/DkV_OBk6AsI/s320/IMG_1206.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sociable (Verna) and the Antisocial (Kaibin)! Me and Kaibin are both Antisocials. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzAqonzZDI/AAAAAAAABCI/qUvOpFUQ2sc/s320/IMG_1208.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzNolhpPfI/AAAAAAAABDA/6gSK9OXA9c8/s320/IMG_1209%255B2%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Jeannie's birthday soooooooooooooooooo.... &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEANNIE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzNuSHfAwI/AAAAAAAABDE/ksL65BnH2qI/s320/IMG_1216.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this would turn out to be a rather decent photo if it wasn't so blur. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzAxeSdZoI/AAAAAAAABCM/zPYuV3_9TH0/s320/IMG_1217.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last photo at Holiday Inn Hotel. And even though this is a blur picture, I have to post this. BECAUSE just right after this picture was taken, the glass (the one on the table and spins so that everybody can get the food) rolled down a nearby chair and the glass fell on my leg. The big toe on my left foot died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-6874189924075325097?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6874189924075325097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=6874189924075325097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6874189924075325097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6874189924075325097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/11/prom-night-2010.html' title='PROM NIGHT 2010'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TOzA9WgX3OI/AAAAAAAABCU/aIyvan-oLBo/s72-c/IMG_1220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5069600172106425656</id><published>2010-11-11T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:39:39.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm mad awake! And gibberish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TNrKPR7PgOI/AAAAAAAABAE/uJXWNGedAIc/s1600/girlalone+1+%2528gimp+1%2529.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits:&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a lot to talk about today. I didn't want to spam twitter with my nonsensical tweets and I am therefore here because no one reads my blog so I can write all the crap I want and nobody would care! :D&lt;br /&gt;That's a long sentence. With a lot of grammatical errors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was spamming twitter anyway. And I'd hate it when people flood my time line with THEIR rubbish tweets and therefore I refrained from doing so as well. Why do something that would irritate me if people did the same thing to me? I'm not making much sense am I :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaanyway, it's 11/11/10 NOW. And I remembered to leave a tag/post/update (whatever you call it) on Jo's FB page. I hope she sees it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh I'm looking forward to Friday~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks ago I was lamenting about how I screwed up my Science practical and I wasn't prepared for the upcoming O's.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm insanely &lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;jubilant&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;thrilled&lt;/b&gt; that I have one paper left! MCQ some more! Rejoice in advance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TNrGaD8ld9I/AAAAAAAABAA/L4Pq4CnDPNQ/s320/P11-11-10_00.19.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously cancelling papers after papers.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to come up with the design for the blogshop D: It's nerve wrecking! No inspirations, no nothing. My mind's empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably sleep. It's late. No actually I need to log off before I start prattling non-stop and making this post lengthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it's because I'm so alone in my room listening to V.I.U (by BEAST) and I cannot sms because I exceeded the limit and I have completely nothing to do except to talk to the computer (literally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. NEED. TO. STOP. kthxbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter @heechulfacts #nighttimegames can be a little annoying sometimes. Flooding my timeline and all &amp;gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5069600172106425656?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5069600172106425656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5069600172106425656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5069600172106425656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5069600172106425656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-mad-awake-and-gibberish.html' title='I&apos;m mad awake! And gibberish!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TNrKPR7PgOI/AAAAAAAABAE/uJXWNGedAIc/s72-c/girlalone+1+%2528gimp+1%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-8461804697721913943</id><published>2010-11-10T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:44:12.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQ11iu8e-7w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQ11iu8e-7w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s72z1ZD08nM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s72z1ZD08nM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so cuteeeeeeee~ I'm jealous (:&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ Yoseob fanboyism! Was watching the dance battle and found out her awesomeness! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-8461804697721913943?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/8461804697721913943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=8461804697721913943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8461804697721913943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8461804697721913943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/11/iu.html' title='IU!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-8220034096774706357</id><published>2010-11-09T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:10:17.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAST OWNS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beautiful by BEAST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kLGkuPKznbw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kLGkuPKznbw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm Sorry by BEAST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t98wY0pFwLk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t98wY0pFwLk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm &lt;i&gt;obsessed&lt;/i&gt; with BEAST. Though I love Suju more. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat Subway for lunch with Verna! Cold cut trio wasn't that bad, with HONEY MUSTARD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that O's is FINALLY (THANK GOD!) ending, I can go for my retail therapy! Thumbs up for shopping, shopping and more shopping! And I promise I will not buy things on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long list of stuffs to do to kill time during the holidays~ Mum said I need to go and learn something if I don't want to get a job. YAY! I think I'll be spending more money than earning them. I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; have a job (it's confirmed already), just that it doesn't require me to wake up at 8 and report at 9 everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4856051/tumblr_lblu9ogtTS1qe7orko1_500_large.png?1289286021" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to focus on my piano theories and learn new pieces.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TNkAVCDIaAI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_Lkpa4e6veU/s320/DSC01279.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks (@ CityHall) with Chelle last Friday! I can never stop raving about Javachip frappuccino. Love!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-8220034096774706357?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/8220034096774706357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=8220034096774706357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8220034096774706357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8220034096774706357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/11/beast-owns.html' title='BEAST OWNS!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TNkAVCDIaAI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_Lkpa4e6veU/s72-c/DSC01279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-4188516024387921665</id><published>2010-10-09T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:41:17.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe in, breathe out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breath (Soom) by BEAST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMaM37phXFE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMaM37phXFE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome fanchants! Yoon﻿ Doojoon, Jang Hyunseung, Yong Junhyung, Yang Yoseob, Lee Kikwang, Song Dongwoon SO BEAST~&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what they were shouting until someone enlightened me just now. I'm a horrible fan. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4286962/tumblr_l9qogrSXx21qcw2qvo1_500_large.jpg?1286635620" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4286801/tumblr_la0xe1k46D1qcsk7wo1_500_large.jpg?1286634638" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CREDITS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight, and say, "I know you're not." #DamnItsTrue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to O's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-4188516024387921665?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/4188516024387921665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=4188516024387921665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4188516024387921665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4188516024387921665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/10/breathe-in-breathe-out.html' title='Breathe in, breathe out'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5679104081763788710</id><published>2010-10-09T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:11:41.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want that pigrabbit from minitoons!</title><content type='html'>It's 11.50PM now as I'm typing this and because it's my snooze time now, I shall write a short post about &lt;s&gt;this week&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;today&lt;/s&gt; this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avis keeps COUNTING the number of hours we have to go though before Friday. She went crazy today during Chinese lesson (last period). Seriously, she was trying to borrow a calculator to find the percentage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being short has its benefits, especially when you're the captain, because &lt;s&gt;awesomely&lt;/s&gt; tall people like Chengyork won't be able to find you (me)! Gone in the blink of an eye! POOF! Therefore, he made Ivan help him guard ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for the 4A guy to pass the ball to me during captain's ball game! And since we were playing the last game, everyone on the court was a bit desperate to win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin said I looked like a Jerry mouse from Tom and Jerry, which is NOT TRUE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALVIN. IS. EVIL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case of emergencies, I need to run to Verna's house and hide there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4268944/tumblr_l9za2xqP6Y1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg?1286552443"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for people who are OBSESSED with Starbucks -points to self-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4268908/tumblr_l9sb2mQBtc1qb8j3so1_400_large.jpg?1286552319"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CREDITS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5679104081763788710?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5679104081763788710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5679104081763788710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5679104081763788710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5679104081763788710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-that-pigrabbit-from-minitoons.html' title='I want that pigrabbit from minitoons!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1172581815190754096</id><published>2010-10-01T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T22:27:02.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCHS Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXjZdemybI/AAAAAAAAA_c/2P_7Yk-Si7s/s320/P01-10-10_12.03.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree planting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgHSvbBNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/MSVDzL48iXU/s320/P01-10-10_12.09%5B02%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 words: I look weird. That's Zhihui's hand btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgGrhzKiI/AAAAAAAAA-I/tyCPlGaeovU/s320/P01-10-10_12.09%5B01%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna loveee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgIrWNv4I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/vLwhbpxcQdc/s320/P01-10-10_12.10.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear on my life that I wasn't the one who took this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgFvvI5UI/AAAAAAAAA-E/bPhIfH3ZwuI/s320/P01-10-10_12.09%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me + culprit for the above photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgKM4KXYI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ZQTyJM7I8_0/s320/P01-10-10_12.31%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgLOSr6GI/AAAAAAAAA-c/JHa0AjpcOEM/s320/P01-10-10_12.32%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgLtPNCuI/AAAAAAAAA-g/skpNID4_L8A/s320/P01-10-10_12.32%5B02%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgMQcd0aI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Nr844TJDUEw/s320/P01-10-10_12.32%5B03%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingru! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgOFpH9CI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Fv8XbqWLYvg/s320/P01-10-10_12.35.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgO0BrGYI/AAAAAAAAA-w/QdUGNvwXmQ4/s320/P01-10-10_12.38.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXkgaZjy7I/AAAAAAAAA_s/zNOyARD_hzs/s320/0809%5B2%5D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic-Champions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXkhvRqMUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/epEccV88D5g/s320/0809%5B3%5D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXkiFjXNvI/AAAAAAAAA_0/GeT2frR7LNo/s320/Family.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top left: Son, Me, Husband, Husband's affair&lt;br /&gt;Bottom left: Grandson, Granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgPSkFQUI/AAAAAAAAA-0/6pwQLMy8bQo/s320/P01-10-10_14.07%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHELLE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgQKFZ4eI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ZdTdwb9BzbY/s320/P01-10-10_14.07%5B02%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgQxautGI/AAAAAAAAA-8/ZhpCrR1R5TI/s320/P01-10-10_14.08%5B01%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanting Yanting Yantingggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgRRj_HTI/AAAAAAAAA_A/16GjE0NgEUs/s320/P01-10-10_14.08%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgSBjMs0I/AAAAAAAAA_E/yCx8zTgbzeY/s320/P01-10-10_14.13%5B01%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXgS_YzxYI/AAAAAAAAA_I/7_DRHiqNZc0/s320/P01-10-10_14.13%5B2%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingrong! Caught her outside 4C. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXjYjEDb6I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/WllJsfW00X8/s320/P01-10-10_15.04%5B02%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Java chip frappuccino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXjZ6bpwQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/xN22m7qH1CI/s320/P01-10-10_15.04.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating desserts with Chelle, Zhihui, Yanting, Avis, Jeannie. Verna joined us later (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXjarInJqI/AAAAAAAAA_k/UeCJL-EJPRE/s320/P01-10-10_15.04%5B01%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended the day with a good mood! (: Despite some &lt;i&gt;minor irrelevant redundant&lt;/i&gt; problems in class that made me attend the ceremony with a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat between Xinlu and Jodiiiiiiiii during the ceremony :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was gorging myself with food. Omg. ._. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is swimming day with Verna! Plus I desperately NEED TO EXERCISE (Beehoon+&lt;b&gt;Cakes&lt;/b&gt;+Starbucks remember?). Got a cramp in the leg, gossiped over dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I revealed ALL of my ONLINE relationships, which was something I have NEVER EVER EVER done before. Mind you, I was a freaking stay-at-home-play-auditionsea person before Sec 2. I had loads of online friends back then until I fully understood the difference between The Real World and The Virtual World. Took me long enough to realise that, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I regret meeting Sarah Grace Daffine Eunice Amanda Bryan Jingyu Elton Roy Zachery Ancel etc.etc.etc. I mean, I love Sarah and her nonsense! :X I hardly talk to her alr though. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXtBidfUsI/AAAAAAAAA_4/D_WTw51iuTo/s320/x3.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will stop digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3439021/il_430xN.77727992_large.jpg?1282163256"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Graduation quote from &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1172581815190754096?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1172581815190754096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1172581815190754096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1172581815190754096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1172581815190754096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/10/nchs-graduation-day.html' title='NCHS Graduation Day'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TKXjZdemybI/AAAAAAAAA_c/2P_7Yk-Si7s/s72-c/P01-10-10_12.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1568367703373348546</id><published>2010-09-22T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:04:20.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're picture perfect!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TJoDLZR7bdI/AAAAAAAAA9w/kJWyynjhbOg/s1600/fbprofile.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TJoDLZR7bdI/AAAAAAAAA9w/kJWyynjhbOg/s400/fbprofile.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to read!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Weekian says the picture doesn't look like me. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was photo-taking day! :D I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I won't look like a complete idiot in the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought a Mizuno backpack for Ga but he says it's too squarish and gave the bag to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sling bags! Like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yTXWo7d9hHg/S7eVbfKFsTI/AAAAAAAAG7k/2CcXuZbHLuc/s320/YYY821-04.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-shopping-paradize-bags.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-05-08T09%3A25%3A00-07%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=500"&gt;my-shopping-paradize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4010751/tumblr_l23k8b07U01qa6w0to1_500_large.jpg?1285160935" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love quote from &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1568367703373348546?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1568367703373348546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1568367703373348546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1568367703373348546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1568367703373348546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-picture-perfect.html' title='We&apos;re picture perfect!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TJoDLZR7bdI/AAAAAAAAA9w/kJWyynjhbOg/s72-c/fbprofile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1762801603264329197</id><published>2010-09-20T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:38:48.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horriday</title><content type='html'>Horriday was a word created by Verna Koh. The words 'horrible' and 'day' were coined together to get HORRIDAY. And no, it's not the funny version of 'holiday'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, today was a horriday. I was in a good mood for an hour, then a bad mood in the next hour. MAJOR mood swings scare me (I hope I'm still sane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3369840/cute076_large.gif?1281762304" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to school in a BAD mood because of my MOTHER. The whole practical aggravated the entire thing. Oh wait, it actually helped me forget about my mom for a bit. Then we were locked up; I did a bit of reading and snoozing (Z_Z). It wasn't that bad, so I was in a &lt;i&gt;better&lt;/i&gt; mood. Plus I got some stuffs off my chest talking to Chelle. We went back to class and my combined humanities result was like &lt;u&gt;[insert negative vocabulary]&lt;/u&gt;. I think I deserved it though, cos I focussed more on Chemistry. :\ And OBVIOUSLY I scored better for Chemistry, I mean, I HAD to, so &lt;b&gt;YAY&lt;/b&gt; for that part of today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day: I spent lunchtime embarrassing myself playing MASTERMIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TJdA7tYDE-I/AAAAAAAAA9o/gC90RCMSM2c/s320/P15-09-10_15.24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used Choonkit's larger version of Mastermind. I used up ALL the slots and I couldn't solve Zhihui's code. ): Onlookers, eg. Verna and Weekian, spent their time laughing because I was convinced there was a yellow in Zh's code. I remember Weekian giving me the thumbs-up. Hmphs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English results was like a slap in the face lah. -.- &lt;br /&gt;Ms Phua was like: I don't know what happened to you this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happ&lt;i&gt;ier&lt;/i&gt; note, I'm &lt;s&gt;OBSESSED&lt;/s&gt; with this song these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/r8GK4fOdHqc/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8GK4fOdHqc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8GK4fOdHqc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="560" height="340" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I wish I could hide all my emotions, or better still, shut them out before they get in the way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3891638/tumblr_l8q3jkwpdM1qcan5io1_500_large.jpg?1284466993" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1762801603264329197?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1762801603264329197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1762801603264329197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1762801603264329197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1762801603264329197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/09/horriday.html' title='Horriday'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TJdA7tYDE-I/AAAAAAAAA9o/gC90RCMSM2c/s72-c/P15-09-10_15.24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1750361056701722842</id><published>2010-09-16T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:04:23.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, because &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; lagger suggested, I am BLOGGING :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the end of prelim 3! REJOICE! I was already in holiday mood after yesterday's maths papers actually. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Step Up 3 with verna and chelle! I saw Esther and Liyun and gang at hougang mall! Then we met Jennifer and friends IN THE MOVIE THEATER! Talk about coincidences. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say Step Up 3 is a MUST-WATCH. For those who haven't watched it, good luck in getting a ticket~ Cos I think it's gonna stop screening soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3858877/tumblr_l8mt5hH2Ga1qcpylbo1_500_large.jpg?1284291225"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the dance battles in Step Up 3! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3858877/tumblr_l8mt5hH2Ga1qcpylbo1_500_large.jpg?1284291225"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1750361056701722842?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1750361056701722842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1750361056701722842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1750361056701722842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1750361056701722842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-because-some-lagger-suggested-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-2821259671722774937</id><published>2010-09-08T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:05:28.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mondo heels ):</title><content type='html'>Had Subway for lunch with Verna! Yea I know, I'm always with Verna. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines to find Zhihui's present and buy my Mondo heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULDN'T FIND THAT PAIR OF WHITE STUDDED HEELS ANYMORE T______________T&lt;br /&gt;It's so upsetting; I'm gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2v7vvns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pair of awesome strappy heels with studs on it and it's white and more than 3 inches high and it suits my leg &lt;s&gt;perfectly&lt;/s&gt;! *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a pair with &lt;i&gt;SIMILAR DESIGN&lt;/i&gt; but it costs &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;50 bucks&lt;/span&gt; ($49.90 actually) and totally out of my budget ._. Out of my MOM'S budget. She'd kill me if I bought it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Regretting in progress-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class jacket and tee were really nice. It's a good thing that the black zip turned out alright (: Jacket was a little too long for me, not that it's a bad thing completely but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;VERNA SAID I LOOKED LIKE I'M NOT WEARING ANYTHING FROM THE BACK.&lt;/u&gt; And she was laughing her head off. &lt;br /&gt;I think people were staring because we were walking around T1 with the hoods on, plus I looked like I'm naked from the back. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIdx2vkbi6I/AAAAAAAAA8s/VokxZVfiu5I/s320/IMG_0958.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIdx6knCDtI/AAAAAAAAA80/JGWcI9oyoEM/s320/IMG_0961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White makes me look even fatter ._.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I bought XS for the class tee 'cause that size suited me nicely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so depressed over that pair of strappy heels that's white in colour and has studs on it and would cost me less than 40 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3716915/tumblr_l87xdkHxbr1qd5ab3o1_500_large.jpg?1283596655"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://touchthevelvetsk-y.blogspot.com/"&gt;touchthevelvetsk-y&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/3716915"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-2821259671722774937?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/2821259671722774937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=2821259671722774937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2821259671722774937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2821259671722774937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-mondo-heels.html' title='My mondo heels ):'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2v7vvns_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-2310918781759457398</id><published>2010-09-07T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:45:17.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contacts and blisters</title><content type='html'>A bit embarrassing with the trying-to-wear-contacts-for-the-first-time part, but I got over it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a headache or anything, like what Verna had when she tried her contacts for the first time, but I couldn't put the contacts in my eyes properly ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to play basketball &lt;i&gt;until&lt;/i&gt; we saw people coming. &lt;br /&gt;While playing, I told Verna: I used to think people who play basketball under the sun are crazy, and yet I'm doing the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, what do you expect? I'm a polar bear. I'm SUPPOSED to be in Antarctica with my fellow polar bearish friends and &lt;u&gt;playing hide-and-seek.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1228257/nicklen4_large.jpg?1262109194" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1228257"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we didn't want to do stupid things in front of people who really know how to play basketball and because the people coming are all guys, we went to play badminton instead :D yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of &lt;s&gt;tea&lt;/s&gt; breaks because of the wind ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIYWSFjXruI/AAAAAAAAA8k/z41sTf_HSjg/s320/P07-09-10_16.26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIYWFfOG8YI/AAAAAAAAA78/C1AnnGZbihY/s320/P07-09-10_16.29%5B01%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIYWQwH-wyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/FynrOzeO_0o/s320/P07-09-10_16.29%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a kid. If not for the undereye circles and bags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIYWLWhKKYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/0hiIo9IUH58/s320/P07-09-10_16.30%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIYWMkC1o1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/2YDEU7btzI8/s320/P07-09-10_16.30%5B01%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward hand awkward hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIYWOVYHTOI/AAAAAAAAA8U/vNHiHnH_MGs/s320/P07-09-10_16.29%5B02%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have droopy eyes ):&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says he's not used to me wearing contacts, and that I look better with spectacles. Because I have DROOPY EYES T_T It's because I don't smile/laugh as much in the past because I had no happy fruits around. It's sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note-to-self: Always eat gastric meds before going to play basketball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-2310918781759457398?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/2310918781759457398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=2310918781759457398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2310918781759457398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2310918781759457398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/09/contacts-and-blisters.html' title='Contacts and blisters'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIYWSFjXruI/AAAAAAAAA8k/z41sTf_HSjg/s72-c/P07-09-10_16.26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5818630988173947101</id><published>2010-09-05T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:18:19.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermezzo Concert 2010</title><content type='html'>Cristofori Teachers' Charity Concert :D&lt;br /&gt;Met pam, jingrong and weekian at Hougang mall, and we ate at kopitiam because there were no seats at Subway ):&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to vivo because it was still early. &lt;u&gt;PAM TREATED US TO A TUB OF BEN &amp;amp; JERRY'S ICECREAM&lt;/u&gt; :D We gorged &lt;s&gt;ourselves&lt;/s&gt; (okay, maybe it's me only) with icecreeaaammmmm. Except weekian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the nice tube dress I saw at F21 last time already T_T DAMN SAD D: Plus the queue to the fitting room was damn long so I couldn't be bothered to look for another dress properly. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOvcYe_UjI/AAAAAAAAA4s/JbqIuM1INt8/s1600/IMG_0853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOvcYe_UjI/AAAAAAAAA4s/JbqIuM1INt8/s320/IMG_0853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry! And it was my second shot :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOvf0jlL3I/AAAAAAAAA40/GZmtuWVGBC0/s1600/IMG_0855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOvf0jlL3I/AAAAAAAAA40/GZmtuWVGBC0/s320/IMG_0855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Spagna Sono La Bella. &lt;br /&gt;My teacher on the piano!! :D Jingrong's teacher sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOvySv9ZmI/AAAAAAAAA5E/_zPXX8d_CwA/s1600/IMG_0859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOvySv9ZmI/AAAAAAAAA5E/_zPXX8d_CwA/s320/IMG_0859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian Dance No. 5. &lt;br /&gt;Guy in blue was comical xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOv2vuJNrI/AAAAAAAAA5M/MvbIIFRnXsA/s1600/IMG_0861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOv2vuJNrI/AAAAAAAAA5M/MvbIIFRnXsA/s320/IMG_0861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonata in D Major KV 381.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOv6O6DOxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/PohNVXe-Cw8/s1600/IMG_0862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOv6O6DOxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/PohNVXe-Cw8/s320/IMG_0862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toccatina Op. 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOv-qNusEI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Ukjy79F_KRM/s1600/IMG_0863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOv-qNusEI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Ukjy79F_KRM/s320/IMG_0863.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一首简单的歌.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwC001VAI/AAAAAAAAA5k/BQpP3o4jwQ4/s1600/IMG_0864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwC001VAI/AAAAAAAAA5k/BQpP3o4jwQ4/s320/IMG_0864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwGTr1NvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/w6uNFka4heo/s1600/IMG_0866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwGTr1NvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/w6uNFka4heo/s320/IMG_0866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the guy on the piano is hot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwMGHl2aI/AAAAAAAAA50/j-R2ZHachGQ/s1600/IMG_0867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwMGHl2aI/AAAAAAAAA50/j-R2ZHachGQ/s320/IMG_0867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwPxGo1DI/AAAAAAAAA58/XGMU-ISuFco/s1600/IMG_0868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwPxGo1DI/AAAAAAAAA58/XGMU-ISuFco/s320/IMG_0868.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libertango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwUKi98LI/AAAAAAAAA6E/3ExZxTK7RHc/s1600/IMG_0869.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwUKi98LI/AAAAAAAAA6E/3ExZxTK7RHc/s320/IMG_0869.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song from a Secret Garden.&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVOURITE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSoznvOWKLU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSoznvOWKLU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwb1gNIHI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Q2Wuv2MDQhs/s1600/IMG_0872.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwb1gNIHI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Q2Wuv2MDQhs/s320/IMG_0872.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow River Piano Concerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwe-yj6JI/AAAAAAAAA6c/NVl-Vq9WCDk/s1600/IMG_0873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwe-yj6JI/AAAAAAAAA6c/NVl-Vq9WCDk/s320/IMG_0873.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No scoresheets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwjWi93YI/AAAAAAAAA6k/sGjuH8-vdM0/s1600/IMG_0874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwjWi93YI/AAAAAAAAA6k/sGjuH8-vdM0/s320/IMG_0874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to Say Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Aka the song in Ferrero Rocher advertisement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwnoQHG1I/AAAAAAAAA6s/HVieIUALqJc/s1600/IMG_0875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwnoQHG1I/AAAAAAAAA6s/HVieIUALqJc/s320/IMG_0875.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does have awesome vocals :D *envy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwrUc10KI/AAAAAAAAA60/XkcgKedzRzQ/s1600/IMG_0876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwrUc10KI/AAAAAAAAA60/XkcgKedzRzQ/s320/IMG_0876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwv6hz0PI/AAAAAAAAA68/1UFDOU-zRqc/s1600/IMG_0878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwv6hz0PI/AAAAAAAAA68/1UFDOU-zRqc/s320/IMG_0878.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwzxRChZI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ysQSUJCS2_A/s1600/IMG_0879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOwzxRChZI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ysQSUJCS2_A/s320/IMG_0879.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOw0Xde5EI/AAAAAAAAA7M/1B2iQdcbKBM/s1600/P05-09-10_17.39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOw0Xde5EI/AAAAAAAAA7M/1B2iQdcbKBM/s320/P05-09-10_17.39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela, Jingrong and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOw0iKc3QI/AAAAAAAAA7U/DjJs1hBcjjQ/s1600/P05-09-10_17.40%5B02%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOw0iKc3QI/AAAAAAAAA7U/DjJs1hBcjjQ/s320/P05-09-10_17.40%5B02%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingrong and me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOw2KXBN7I/AAAAAAAAA7c/LztE_qHknyI/s1600/P05-09-10_17.40%5B03%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOw2KXBN7I/AAAAAAAAA7c/LztE_qHknyI/s320/P05-09-10_17.40%5B03%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela says hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOw3eqmpAI/AAAAAAAAA7k/n8rU-FjO-gU/s1600/P05-09-10_18.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOw3eqmpAI/AAAAAAAAA7k/n8rU-FjO-gU/s320/P05-09-10_18.10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, guy in white was NOT supposed to be included in the picture. He happened to pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOw4tuiVsI/AAAAAAAAA7s/c-r3s6s1dbA/s1600/P05-09-10_18.23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOw4tuiVsI/AAAAAAAAA7s/c-r3s6s1dbA/s320/P05-09-10_18.23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get killed for posting this. Lol. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIO5C-AsfrI/AAAAAAAAA70/JppRCnnQanc/s320/IMG_0911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY NAILS. :D Gotta wipe them off already T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5818630988173947101?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5818630988173947101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5818630988173947101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5818630988173947101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5818630988173947101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/09/intermezzo-concert-2010.html' title='Intermezzo Concert 2010'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TIOvcYe_UjI/AAAAAAAAA4s/JbqIuM1INt8/s72-c/IMG_0853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1620977609651625493</id><published>2010-09-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:47:52.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"WTF!?" day.</title><content type='html'>I slept at 2am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote rebuttal for my Venice essay.&lt;br /&gt;My pen &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; ran out of ink.&lt;br /&gt;I lost 12 marks the minute I turned over the geography paper.&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't think my day could be any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;b&gt;exactly&lt;/b&gt; are parents TEACHING their children nowadays? &lt;br /&gt;Telling them it is OKAY to snatch other people's basketball when it's not? &lt;br /&gt;Telling them it is also FINE to mess with strangers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Telling them it is PERFECTLY ALRIGHT TO THROW WATER BOTTLES OR SPRAY WATER AT PEOPLE THEY DON'T EVEN FREAKING KNOW AND WILL NEVER EVER MEET AGAIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kids I HAVE NEVER MET IN MY ENTIRE LIFE RUINED my day. &lt;br /&gt;(includes a decent-looking kid from some primary school whom I do not forgive anyway because he was involved with the other two, which was equally bad)&lt;br /&gt;When I say kids, I refer to children &lt;u&gt;under 12.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, before I was 12, I led a carefree life. I eat, sleep, play, eat more, sleep even more, play every single day and refuse to study. All I cared about was Kids Central and how I'd spend tomorrow's time. Tomorrows are always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with children these days anyway? I don't remember US acting like that - prancing around with accomplices on scooters and disturbing strangers on the basketball court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I told them they'll regret it if they really hit us with their water bottles. I mean, they definitely will. Because I'd scream at them. And maybe start using vulgarities. I don't doubt that they'd understand. And verna would no longer ignore their existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid:&lt;/b&gt; Huh what? What you say? &lt;i&gt;-pretends to be ignorant but fails-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me (in the head):&lt;/b&gt; Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't insult them verbally :D It was in my head :D Yay me for controlling my anger.&lt;br /&gt;Verna almost lost it. She said we had no rights to lecture them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to put a curse on them so bad back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see children fooling around, it's known as the process of growing up and therefore completely normal. But when they don't know how to draw the line, it's called &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;getting out of hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1620977609651625493?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1620977609651625493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1620977609651625493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1620977609651625493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1620977609651625493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/09/wtf-day.html' title='&quot;WTF!?&quot; day.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1887008710093720715</id><published>2010-08-27T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:40:57.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Envy, Rowdy, Dirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Supa Solo by G.NA (Feat. Swings)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1wgnzxb--0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1wgnzxb--0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;7AUGUST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with verna and chelle to blogshops warehouse. It's not EXACTLY a warehouse. It's more like a place where blogshops rent a space and put up the things they sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/THfa6XcJhrI/AAAAAAAAA4c/wo--F3vHcfc/s320/P07-08-10_12.28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna and me donned in checkered tees! She said my purple tee was super AA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/THfb71YpwlI/AAAAAAAAA4k/G28QIKmUUVc/s320/P27-08-10_23.39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only 'name card' I received. The owner was really friendly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/THfW28HF7XI/AAAAAAAAA4E/irVk385DGoE/s320/Photo0910%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/THfW5dWVFNI/AAAAAAAAA4M/xbvM7-I8o-A/s320/Photo0911%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the MRT glass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/THfW8UH-AwI/AAAAAAAAA4U/mbU3GHX1VGg/s320/Photo0912%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I need to grow taller. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish this post before 12 midnight so I can still write 'today'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had our first PRELIM 3 paper. English Language. And I screwed BOTH papers up. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went swimming with verna! At Anchorvale. I'm not even sure if it's Anchorvale we went. Okay, think Farmway LRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw NCHS Sec 2 students walking from the park back to school. Verna guessed it was for NAPFA. But it was almost 6 when we were reached there! Poor students running at 4/5 pm under the sun. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to compasspoint's Kopitiam but we gave up finding seats after awhile. There was no point! The whole mall was packed and I'm not exaggerating. I mean, try dining there at 7 pm on a Friday. Even restaurants had long queues. And by restaurants, I mean Sakae, Jack's Place, Swensens, Ajisan, Subway, and some ulu ulu-looking ones on the 3rd floor that I've never entered before (because their menus didn't appeal to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took an lrt to Ranggung (my stop) and ate Japanese food instead, which in my opinion, is worth the money. No idea why they don't have long queues often. :\ $5.20 for teriyaki chicken PLUS salmon is affordable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, my body's starting to ache. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1887008710093720715?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1887008710093720715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1887008710093720715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1887008710093720715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1887008710093720715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/08/envy-rowdy-dirty.html' title='Envy, Rowdy, Dirty'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/THfa6XcJhrI/AAAAAAAAA4c/wo--F3vHcfc/s72-c/P07-08-10_12.28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-4166193145467721528</id><published>2010-08-21T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:01:47.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang! and you're dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TG6mnd9xCcI/AAAAAAAAA30/_OMwdntR29s/s320/love_is_a_duel_by_TristanGreer%5Bgimped2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is a dangerous thing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might get shot (NOT literally) by followers, usually friends (I'm assuming), without even knowing it because no names are mentioned (unless your follower+friend wants to pick a fight, then too bad for you). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A gets shot. Person A assumes Person B (a friend + follower) did it. Person A tells his/her friends (not Person B). Person A's friends spread rumours about Person B. Person B hears about it. Person B spread rumours. Person A and Person B hate each other but they will not admit it and continue to act nice to each other because that is the politically right method. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes on and on and it keeps repeating itself, like no one learns from their mistakes and make the same mistakes again. Therefore, vicious cycle appears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, no one benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I still using it? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shot. Yet. I think. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-4166193145467721528?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/4166193145467721528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=4166193145467721528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4166193145467721528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4166193145467721528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/08/bang-and-youre-dead.html' title='Bang! and you&apos;re dead.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TG6mnd9xCcI/AAAAAAAAA30/_OMwdntR29s/s72-c/love_is_a_duel_by_TristanGreer%5Bgimped2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-2811075130891182212</id><published>2010-08-17T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:56:04.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because so.</title><content type='html'>Today's oral topic was EASY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't understand why I screwed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture is like groups of people dancing. A disabled and an able-bodied (because normal sounds rude) were paired together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recount: Tell me about a time when you had to organise an event.&lt;br /&gt;Opinion: How should we help the disabled become active members of the society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE. IT'S NOT HARD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you compare to chemical spill, faces you cannot even distinguish, something that makes you laugh and warning labels, talking about disability is NOT HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I freaked Msphua out a bit after oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry yoghurt drink with nata de coco helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said I was the reason why the sky got dark suddenly. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGpqVE8eEoI/AAAAAAAAA3s/QmWC2s3p9ks/s320/P17-08-10_16.42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-2811075130891182212?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/2811075130891182212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/619188391350059268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/619188391350059268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/08/idol-maid-beastb2st-d.html' title='Idol Maid BEAST/B2ST :D'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-4722784569660998209</id><published>2010-08-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:50:47.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>小星星 by Cyndi Wang 王心凌</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;小星星 by Cyndi Wang 王心凌&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YshM2yYnZLg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YshM2yYnZLg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;城市里小星星稀疏的亮晶晶&lt;br /&gt;太多光吃掉他们的身影&lt;br /&gt;就像我爱上你隐没在灯海里&lt;br /&gt;你眼中只看繁华的夜景&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的爱藏在你的背影里&lt;br /&gt;像渺小却坚定的恒星&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天黑的时候我远远陪着你&lt;br /&gt;再小的闪烁也努力放光明&lt;br /&gt;当有天我在夜空里面偶尔被发现&lt;br /&gt;希望我眨眼能感动你视线&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想把小星星排成爱的图形&lt;br /&gt;为你的天空点缀一些惊奇&lt;br /&gt;即使像流星一闪而过寂寞也情愿&lt;br /&gt;不求你看见只想为你发光永远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨天里小星星孤单的湿淋淋&lt;br /&gt;你躲在有人陪伴的伞底&lt;br /&gt;就像我总被你遗忘在晴空里&lt;br /&gt;月光下才有机会想念你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的爱藏在你的背影里&lt;br /&gt;像渺小却坚定的恒星&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天黑的时候我远远陪着你&lt;br /&gt;再小的闪烁也努力放光明&lt;br /&gt;当有天我在夜空里面偶尔被发现&lt;br /&gt;希望我眨眼能感动你视线&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想把小星星排成爱的图形&lt;br /&gt;为你的天空点缀一些惊奇&lt;br /&gt;即使像流星一闪而过寂寞也情愿&lt;br /&gt;不求你看见只想为你发光永远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天黑的时候我远远陪着你&lt;br /&gt;再小的闪烁也努力放光明&lt;br /&gt;当有天我在夜空里面偶尔被发现&lt;br /&gt;希望我眨眼能感动你视线&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想把小星星排成爱的图形&lt;br /&gt;为你的天空点缀一些惊奇&lt;br /&gt;即使像流星一闪而过寂寞也情愿&lt;br /&gt;不求你看见只想为你发光永远&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-4722784569660998209?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-7994455616655813533</id><published>2010-08-13T18:07:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:47:38.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel weird and I don't know why.</title><content type='html'>I went back to school yesterday just to do the one-and-a-half hour mock emaths paper 2. People &lt;b&gt;(eg. Jodi)&lt;/b&gt; were like: EH WHY YOU HERE? &lt;br /&gt;It was funny. xD They were amazed/shocked/stunned/surprised by my sexy voice. Jodi was like: EH DAD (Pamela) Listen to your mom's (me) voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home at home again because I need my voice back asap. There's oral on Tuesday remember? I was scared of running out of water ): No, TWO water bottles are insufficient. I should bring a kettle to school. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to meet Verna and Zhihui at compass just now :D Apparently, there was a major blackout in school. Verna told me about some LOL moments during mass pe. Hahaha. I screwed the maths test though. 22/50. Well, I didn't really study for it so I kinda deserved that. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I had a dream that I could control my the colour of my eyes, which was &lt;i&gt;weird&lt;/i&gt;. I remember them turning red then blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;01AUGUST:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my dad's friend's son's birthday so it was kind off like a family gathering (as in there were a lot of families there).&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna pick a few to post since you can find the rest on my Facebook page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGUcRDNZujI/AAAAAAAAA10/yTY_dbDckYw/s320/P01-08-10_17.09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kid was really really really attached to my brother. &lt;br /&gt;He's always asking: Gary korkor ley? I'm jealous ): &lt;br /&gt;I don't do baby talk, that's why I can't handle kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGUcTzs5ZvI/AAAAAAAAA18/SDJLorJXT0g/s320/P01-08-10_18.24%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joning (Cherie), Zihui (Iris) and me! &lt;br /&gt;Jo's super tall even though she's the same age as me. -.- It's really the genes you know. Their parents are tallllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGUcWw9CftI/AAAAAAAAA2E/TM8nT57Vm_c/s320/P01-08-10_18.27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruijuan! So cuuteeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGUcZKZL0pI/AAAAAAAAA2M/IIvtbappmAY/s320/P01-08-10_18.35%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/heart.gif" /&gt; this group picture! All girls~ &lt;br /&gt;From left: Gina, me, Ruimin, Jo, Zihui, Zixuan, Daphne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGUcclcZK6I/AAAAAAAAA2U/MEtdZs_hDOQ/s320/P01-08-10_18.36%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga was waving so I just shot this. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGUceVVBtyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/W-gjHcOAKz8/s320/P01-08-10_18.30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zihui! With Gina behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGUciu--3KI/AAAAAAAAA2k/VJMCpZruSxI/s320/P01-08-10_21.10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look like a family. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGUcjrscLiI/AAAAAAAAA2s/nYsGJ4e7-kk/s320/P01-08-10_21.16%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I promised to put this on my blog :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;06AUGUST:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Inception with Verna and Zhihui! We had lunch with Chelle before the movie at Jack's Place. She couldn't watch the movie with us because she had to go home. Or was it tuition? I forgot ): &lt;br /&gt;I love her for making her way down to Tampines just for us~~&lt;br /&gt;Jack's Place wasn't awesome; service and food were not up to &lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; expectations. I doubt I'll be going there for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;But ANYWAYYYYY, we were late for the movie. -.- We totally ran there (I WAS IN HEELS! My poor feet. T_T) like mad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGURuL01PXI/AAAAAAAAA1U/haXZMYpVQ1o/s320/P06-08-10_19.55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna said she always do funny faces when she takes pictures with me. No idea why. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGURuoeBeII/AAAAAAAAA1c/QklMMGB_yrM/s320/P06-08-10_19.55%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look nice in this! :D:D *Happy* Verna told me to find my angle. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I can totally crop my face out and put it on twitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGUikAAl9KI/AAAAAAAAA20/poMXWjTPAVg/s320/P06-08-10_19.55%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGURvCRjc1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/8eWvoXatFOE/s320/P06-08-10_19.55%5B02%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are smalllllll ): Verna is photogenic so she ALWAYS looks good in photos, unlike me. Candid shoot me and I'll murder you.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGURvsI3gQI/AAAAAAAAA1s/zbtrOAfNxk4/s320/P06-08-10_19.58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna is trying to tell you that she's unhappy taking a photos with me ):&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who read my tweets would have known that a man with B.O. stood BEHIND US and a kid puked on the bus. And she cried. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back I showed dad a picture of me and verna because he doesn't remember her face. He went: HUH THIS IS YOU?! In this I-cannot-believe-my-daughter-looks-like-this-in-photographs tone. So I told him (while laughing): Yes, that IS me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heechulfacts:&lt;br /&gt;#onceuponatime Yesung and this kid were in the elevator together. Yesung asked him what singer he liked. "Super Junior," the kid replied. "Who in Super Junior is your favorite?" "Yesung." Yesung was about to give him his autograph when the kid asked, "so who are you by the way?" &lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;@MICHELLE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Invite me to read your blog! ):&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-7994455616655813533?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7994455616655813533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=7994455616655813533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7994455616655813533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7994455616655813533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-feel-weird-and-i-dont-know-why.html' title='I feel weird and I don&apos;t know why.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TGUcRDNZujI/AAAAAAAAA10/yTY_dbDckYw/s72-c/P01-08-10_17.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-417238430576331799</id><published>2010-08-11T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:55:31.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have my fangirl moments too</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend will know how to do Eunhyuk's rap in No Other. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's ridiculously random but I thought of this on my way home from piano while listening to No Other. I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVELOVELOVEEEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO OTHER~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still don't know how to sing it ): &lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to get smacked by true blue ELFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was better. (REALLY?!) At least I can hear meself enunciating my words clearly. :D I just can't shout. &lt;b&gt;Yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in conclusion, I will be taking practicing grade 4 and 5 sight reading, and G4 scales. Because my sight reading sucks. A lot. I failed sight reading and aural in my G3 practical. T_T I could have scored a distinction otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your day was like/not like mine yesterday, watch this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOEWKW8KGIo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOEWKW8KGIo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-417238430576331799?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/417238430576331799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=417238430576331799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/417238430576331799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/417238430576331799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-my-fangirl-moments-too.html' title='I have my fangirl moments too'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5952838907548477315</id><published>2010-08-09T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:35:33.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sick sucks.</title><content type='html'>I never knew coughing would hurt so bad. And my whole body is aching. And I doubt my voice will be okay by Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely talking these few days. It's more like whispering and mouthing my words. And most of the time I cannot be bothered to repeat if people don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently verna is sick too. With sore throat and a fever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5952838907548477315?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5952838907548477315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5952838907548477315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5952838907548477315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5952838907548477315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-never-knew-coughing-would-hurt-so-bad.html' title='Being sick sucks.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-2072511995385614198</id><published>2010-07-25T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:15:46.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you know that me and you are picture perfect</title><content type='html'>My request for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suju banners&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were done :D They made 2 extra ones though. Love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwLWRqqEhI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ta-fE5riwlM/s320/1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwLYD84tCI/AAAAAAAAAvY/5EYv_7T_JxA/s320/2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Kyuhyun, Hangeng, Eunhyuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwLbAU2J3I/AAAAAAAAAvo/gBzfAeVpeTg/s320/4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Siwon, Heechul, Donghae, Sungmin, Kyuhyun, Yesung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwLci06smI/AAAAAAAAAvw/SQi8rzmPEZg/s320/5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donghae, Kyuhyun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwLeTGyILI/AAAAAAAAAv4/PZSBk5RPLf4/s320/6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANGENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwLguvvUfI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Og7oFPrjbHU/s320/7.png" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;From left: Shindong, Eunhyuk, Yesung, Donghae&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks: &lt;a href="http://myfleur-art.blogspot.com/"&gt;myfleur-art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who wants to take the pictures: PLEASE CREDIT &lt;a href="http://myfleur-art.blogspot.com/"&gt;myfleur-art&lt;/a&gt;. Have some sense of originality. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some photos from LOOOOOOOOONG ago because I didn't know how to transfer photos back then. I just found out how the day before yesterday. I'm noob, I know. -.- So don't rub it in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;25 April:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwOzpD8uiI/AAAAAAAAAwg/LNwdj1FQrvI/s320/P25-04-10_21.11%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwO6MLsMRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/MmTEFFeCcNA/s320/P25-04-10_21.25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criss-cross thingy (they're potatoes) are nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwO9XhKZRI/AAAAAAAAAww/fn7TcHP7Xwk/s320/P25-04-10_21.25%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga fooling around. What's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwPAcWxQqI/AAAAAAAAAw4/_Asn5CyijQM/s320/P25-04-10_21.29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. Is. A. Scam. Cheese is hard, crust is hard. The advertisement is rubbish. And overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwPC9kLw8I/AAAAAAAAAxA/MJuqH6xU0NE/s320/P25-04-10_21.56%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should feature this instead. Okay, the chocolate inside does NOT flow out. I mean, they just placed this in the microwave and heated it. But it's still nice. Or not. I have a weakness for cakes like this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 June:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Esther's church for her performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwTwVJzzPI/AAAAAAAAAx4/GKSeTKpz7kY/s320/P050610_19.45%5B2%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shot! I look retarded. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwT9RQPmiI/AAAAAAAAAyA/jS_9t8QzHWI/s320/P050610_20.40%5B2%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther and me~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;23 July:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent shots with Verna and Chelle! Yes, we went out after Verna's chem paper. I forgot to buy post-it notes and G2 refills ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwPawRzu5I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/e3_FNJn2NWU/s320/P23-07-10_14.38%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tampered with this using GIMP a bit. The original photo was blur, so I unsharp-masked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwPccnMhII/AAAAAAAAAxY/1284IBUkkBM/s320/P23-07-10_14.40%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle, Verna and me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwPlOBxtaI/AAAAAAAAAxo/DyDmGkNrfiE/s320/Photo0866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, no, I am NOT posing, like what Verna said. I just happened to be playing with my hair when Verna took this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwPhi6j2jI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bz_sQGjESE0/s320/Photo0865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one 'cause I'm taller here :D I was tip-toeing. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shucks I need to find a new blogskin. Youtube videos have bigger widths now and I have to change it manually everytime for them to fit the blogskin. It's a hassle, you know. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;No Other &amp;amp; Bonamana by Super Junior&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last performance on Inkiyago. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rmzj39ZtocU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rmzj39ZtocU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the recent rave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lucifer by SHINee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbUdDGdPRQ4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbUdDGdPRQ4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the guy with the long hair :D Taemin, I think. Someone correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-2072511995385614198?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/2072511995385614198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=2072511995385614198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2072511995385614198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2072511995385614198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-you-know-that-me-and-you-are.html' title='And you know that me and you are picture perfect'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TEwLWRqqEhI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ta-fE5riwlM/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-552647578911642145</id><published>2010-07-14T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:37:11.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelim 2 - REALLY?</title><content type='html'>Prelim 2 starts tomorrow. I don't really feel the stress though. Maybe because we're so used to starting exams on Mondays. Today felt like Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUJU WILL BE HOLDING SS3 IN SINGAPORE NEXT YEAR. JANUARY 2011~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Michelle (&amp;amp; Singapore ELFs actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2011 is not a good month actually :\ Isn't that when our O's results get revealed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;No Other by Super Junior &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LICj7J0lQME&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LICj7J0lQME&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-552647578911642145?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/552647578911642145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=552647578911642145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/552647578911642145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/552647578911642145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/07/prelim-2-really.html' title='Prelim 2 - REALLY?'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-2443787436396120740</id><published>2010-07-05T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:04:24.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without words</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eB5nksyeGNk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eB5nksyeGNk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcMZ3RkUQzw&amp;feature=related/"&gt;English subs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've just looked away&lt;br /&gt;I should've just ignored it&lt;br /&gt;Like something I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;LIke something so beneath me&lt;br /&gt;Why did I look at you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've just ran away&lt;br /&gt;I should've acted like I&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't hear you at all&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could silence&lt;br /&gt;That voice thats calling out to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, you showed me what its like&lt;br /&gt;To feel so alone, then suddenly inside&lt;br /&gt;A feeling overcomes&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot control&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape what i've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, this blessing they call love&lt;br /&gt;Turns into a dreaded painful curse&lt;br /&gt;You left me standing here&lt;br /&gt;Threw me away&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? There are no words&lt;br /&gt;You left me without words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not been long since then and&lt;br /&gt;I've start a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;But then I seee your face&lt;br /&gt;So close but so far away&lt;br /&gt;My heart it went back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, goodbye finds my way&lt;br /&gt;It finds me and it laughs right in my face&lt;br /&gt;The game is set and done&lt;br /&gt;And neither of us won&lt;br /&gt;But I'm the only one in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, you took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, everything 'round us changed&lt;br /&gt;It'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;O oh no~&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is closed there are no words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, you took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, everything 'round us changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, you showed me what its like&lt;br /&gt;To feel so alone, then suddenly inside&lt;br /&gt;A feeling overcomes&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot control&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape what I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, this blessing they call love&lt;br /&gt;Turns into a dreaded painful curse&lt;br /&gt;You left me standing here&lt;br /&gt;Threw me away&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? There are no words&lt;br /&gt;You left me without words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've just ran away&lt;br /&gt;I should've acted like I&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't hear you at all&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could silence&lt;br /&gt;That voice thats calling out to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-2443787436396120740?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/2443787436396120740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=2443787436396120740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2443787436396120740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2443787436396120740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/07/without-words.html' title='Without words'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-8191814212911300126</id><published>2010-07-04T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:34:18.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had my braces taken off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so freaking happy right now. More than happy actually. I tried not to keep smiling to myself on the way home because people would think I'm crazy. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-8191814212911300126?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/8191814212911300126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=8191814212911300126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8191814212911300126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8191814212911300126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-had-my-braces-taken-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1443227524451378286</id><published>2010-06-18T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:21:51.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, let me love ya, love ya, love ya</title><content type='html'>Michelle is nuts. She said she'd skip prom to go to Super Junior's third concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's INSANITY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I quote her:&lt;br /&gt;"If it clashes with prom, I won't go prom." and "..prom, too bad. heheh."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"heheh."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!?!??!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda understand because Suju's so awesome. *fangirl scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TBuIyqw2-fI/AAAAAAAAAuY/YaxjBcJFr8s/s320/SJ+BONAMANA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TBuMOYqBXpI/AAAAAAAAAug/1ABQAMGX_3g/s320/SUJU2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://i-screamthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;i-screamthoughts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://drawtheskyline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Drawtheskyline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, prom is one of the once-in-a-lifetime things you CANNOT miss.&lt;br /&gt;"Says who?" "Says Mandy Leong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this topic is kinda ridiculous. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Ya by SS501&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPIjJgCGxkY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPIjJgCGxkY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1443227524451378286?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1443227524451378286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1443227524451378286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1443227524451378286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1443227524451378286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-let-me-love-ya-love-ya-love-ya.html' title='Baby, let me love ya, love ya, love ya'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TBuIyqw2-fI/AAAAAAAAAuY/YaxjBcJFr8s/s72-c/SJ+BONAMANA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-6472573344805937428</id><published>2010-06-16T20:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:11:43.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"And the SAGA continues!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;8.51PM&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ga (as in 'GA' in GAry, it's not literally G-A in GAGA), show me your nails!&lt;br /&gt;Brother: -shows-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Let me paint your nails &lt;i&gt;ley!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother: SIAO! (And shoos me away)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLAY THIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You won't regret it. (Too bad if you do. :P)&lt;br /&gt;SPRING TIME by Yiruma&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hedTqhf5sLs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hedTqhf5sLs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bugis street (AGAIN, I know) today with Verna and Zhihui :D and it was raining. Heavily. When I left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went around in circle&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; around the whole place, up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Zhihui settled for a I-don't-know-what-it's-called. &lt;s&gt;But it looks like this:&lt;/s&gt; I tried drawing it out with Gimp and trust me, you DON'T want to know how it looked like. Basically, it has round collars (I'm not a fan of round collars &gt;.&gt;), buttons, pockets and a belt-like thing to tie around your waist. Now, use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna bought a dictionary and thesaurus. The Oxford one. At the Kinokuniya book store. Zhihui and I just fooled around with the Korean language books while Verna debated with herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home at 3+. A place gets boring when you keep walking around in circles you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally exhausted but I had piano at 6. Bummers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna meet Eli (short for Elizabeth) tomorrow! I kinda want to call some others and ask them out too. Like KYS, Lester and some few 'active' ones. I mean, it's RARE (and difficult) to get a gathering. It's either (in my opinion) "don't care", "not free/no time/busy/I have things to do" or (the best answer when you ask if they're coming) "Maybe". And you never get a reply after that and I usually cannot be bothered to ask them the same question again because it might annoy them or they're just trying to say "I'm not interested" in a nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it's mad awkward AND embarrassing? So LOOOOOOOONG before I know it, I gave up TRYING to organise outings and stuffs. What's the point if people don't even feel like meeting up? It takes &lt;b&gt;two hands to clap&lt;/b&gt;. You may be willing, others may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, everyone went their separate ways and they have new friends and they have new interests and new topics and the list goes on. After a year, everything's changed. Friends become strangers; they're not even in the 'hi-and-bye' friends category (I came up a relationship hierarchy just last year). It's sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kick away the old, welcome the new!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kidding. DON'T QUOTE ME!&lt;br /&gt;But then again, how many of us are guilty of doing so? I admit, it was a challenge for me to fit into the secondary school environment and when I manage to wedge myself through the crowd, I just don't care anymore. Maybe that's what everybody did, just that they blended in much faster than I did, so that explains why no one bothers themselves about primary school friends anymore. I mean, it's not like you see them everyday. It's your new friends that you face every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I'd reminisce about the &lt;i&gt;oh-so-long-ago&lt;/i&gt; (silly) moments in primary school and that's it. That's all. As a matter of fact, there's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; you can do about it. None. Nil. Zlitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed. I know I have. I don't know how my 'old' friends would find my 'new' &lt;s&gt;personality&lt;/s&gt; character. (Changing PERSONALITIES is MAJOR. I just unleashed my inner, true-to-myself self.) I think they'd refer to me as the quiet, emo (and short) kid. Yeah, that's how I'd describe my past self. It's a little pathetic if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: This is an extremely sensitive topic. To me, at least, it is one.&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: Sad face looks sarcastic (and fake) to me. But I truly, honestly mean no sarcasm at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-6472573344805937428?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6472573344805937428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=6472573344805937428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6472573344805937428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6472573344805937428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-saga-continues.html' title='&quot;And the SAGA continues!&quot;'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-6814855920533630762</id><published>2010-06-09T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:07:21.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Don't regret what you have already done, but look forward to what is still to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-6814855920533630762?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6814855920533630762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=6814855920533630762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6814855920533630762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6814855920533630762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5406341063022808677</id><published>2010-05-31T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T22:09:14.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut by Plumb</title><content type='html'>I finished the 22-episode Vampire Diaries in 2 days. Because I slept at 2 in the morning on both days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I prefer Vampire Diaries to the Twilight, New Moon movies (and books). I don't really like Bella's character (that's why I cringe at the thought of New Moon).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5406341063022808677?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5406341063022808677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5406341063022808677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5406341063022808677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5406341063022808677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/05/cut-by-plumb.html' title='Cut by Plumb'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-48222712311131469</id><published>2010-05-23T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:51:35.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan</title><content type='html'>My brother just went off to Taiwan this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find his unglam photo. (Damn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he had friends sending him off at the airport. Lucky him to get an afternoon flight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a grudge with Taiwan trips, after what happened LAST YEAR. Did I mention that before? A few days before our Taiwan trip, my brother and I ended up in the hospital. And I waited for over half an hour in the A&amp;E room. And I had to stay for a night thanks to a fever. TWO BLANKETS WEREN'T EVEN ENOUGH TO STOP ME FROM SHIVERING. Tan Tock Seng hospital, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Taiwan anyway, sick and all, only to return two days after. It wasn't a pleasant memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother can't take panadols because he has allergies or something. Does he even know how to take care of himself???? He can be so childish sometimes -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd better not drop my camera and spoil it, 'cause I might kill him if he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of sad that I have to be alone at home for a whole week. I mean, it's comforting to know when there's at least someone at home with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't need to go to school for the whole week, you know, as well as those who were picked to go on the trip. Which just means, when they come back, it'll be the June holidays. HOW LUCKY CAN HE GET???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, not like us sec 4s would have any holidays anyway. Man, how depressing can this year get..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-48222712311131469?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/48222712311131469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=48222712311131469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/48222712311131469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/48222712311131469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/05/taiwan.html' title='Taiwan'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-3701265857491862225</id><published>2010-05-06T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:31:33.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat capacity</title><content type='html'>THE. WEATHER. IS. UNBEARABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it'd rain soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, was the weather THIS humid in past years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And prelim's coming. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD FOR AC! Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have melted if not for my awesome ac~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not nicknamed 'polar bear' for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZ3ch3uyNj0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZ3ch3uyNj0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_ywEWneMBA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_ywEWneMBA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-3701265857491862225?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/3701265857491862225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=3701265857491862225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3701265857491862225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3701265857491862225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/05/heat-capacity.html' title='Heat capacity'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-7081057566681026356</id><published>2010-04-22T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:48:46.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my day.</title><content type='html'>Read some really stupid tweets. Obsolete, redundant tweets. I mean, the tweets are so freakass mundane, they might as well do without it. SEE LA, MANDY LEONG, I told you NOT to follow your followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine, that's the purpose of twitter anyway. Letting the world know everything: what you're doing, what you're eating, where you're at, what you're thinking about and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough digression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid computer can't download my phone, can't read CD-rom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My NEW phone can't receive songs through bluetooth. I'm not sure about images, themes and other stuffs, I'm more concerned about a music-less handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the awesome me found the awesome solution, WHICH IS TOTALLY UNNECESSARY WITH MY OLD PHONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this "miraculous" method of using *drumroll* AN ADAPTER :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for the creation of creators of adapters. (If you don't get it, that's the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sorry if this isn't new to you. It is TO ME, that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NEVER used an adapter to transfer files. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slip the tiny memory card into the adapter and the adapter into a thumbdrive-like thingy, whatever it's called. AND VOILA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm transferring songs over now. MUAHAHAHA. But I only have 512MB of space. My sony has 1G? ._. I don't think 512MB can hold all my 221 songs, excluding images. And I don't like the LG earpiece :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'll probably switch back to sony. 2 years later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID WIKI! LOAD. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-7081057566681026356?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7081057566681026356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=7081057566681026356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7081057566681026356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7081057566681026356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-my-day.html' title='Not my day.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-3864015663753635123</id><published>2010-04-17T15:09:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:11:51.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCHS Public Performance &amp; Sports Day 2010</title><content type='html'>10 APRIL, SATURDAY &lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/bullet3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Public performance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8mGpRHsGfI/AAAAAAAAAuE/cVq1DJzj3P4/s320/IMG_0388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461044066691848690" border="0" /&gt;Chinese Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l98iFUl0I/AAAAAAAAAts/lWI9POE2YRk/s320/IMG_0393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461034502058186562" border="0" /&gt;Wind Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l8Ejb4fLI/AAAAAAAAAtk/1h9pEKn27Qg/s320/IMG_0394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461032440836947122" border="0" /&gt;Wind Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l8EK-UIMI/AAAAAAAAAtc/c9cOFbCB75g/s320/IMG_0400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461032434270478530" border="0" /&gt;Chinese Dance. Part 1. It's hard to snap a picture you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l8Dr_pwhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/W1WgzcXg3oI/s320/IMG_0403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461032425954591250" border="0" /&gt;Sadako no. ??. Initially I thought the story was about the origin of Sadako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l8Cqqp-vI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Qr8zdmCQh0M/s320/IMG_0406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461032408418220786" border="0" /&gt;Chinese Dance. Part 2. There were more fixed poses so it was easier to capture the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l60EEPmaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/3_wPajhzFk8/s320/IMG_0407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461031058026764706" border="0" /&gt;THAT'S LIYUN :D Wanling's on her left, I think.&lt;br /&gt;See-that's the difference when you have a 12.1 megapixel camera. It is IMPOSSIBLE to get this with my phone's 3.2 megapixel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l6zhfV06I/AAAAAAAAAs0/wxUKlO6StCY/s320/IMG_0408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461031048745178018" border="0" /&gt;Men in black aka stage helpers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l6zS6qY4I/AAAAAAAAAss/1ikig8GScYg/s320/IMG_0409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461031044833239938" border="0" /&gt;Student councilors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l6y_Ek0mI/AAAAAAAAAsk/_8HXwQBi0BI/s320/IMG_0410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461031039506109026" border="0" /&gt;Chinese Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l6yUbDy_I/AAAAAAAAAsc/9zOcNpBt3Rk/s320/IMG_0411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461031028057689074" border="0" /&gt;Choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l5rKSz3_I/AAAAAAAAAsU/20r4PAgwtyg/s320/IMG_0412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461029805568024562" border="0" /&gt;String Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l5qXV0MHI/AAAAAAAAAsM/zpb8IlNRoGc/s320/IMG_0413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461029791890419826" border="0" /&gt;CLDDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l5pnDkZTI/AAAAAAAAAsE/otb2pmvPOc8/s320/IMG_0414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461029778928985394" border="0" /&gt;Wind Orchestra (Band)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l5pNwIyxI/AAAAAAAAAr8/IzDKuQgnmfM/s320/IMG_0415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461029772136598290" border="0" /&gt;ELDDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8mPdq98q6I/AAAAAAAAAuM/PKN7XunuAMQ/s320/IMG_0416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461053763076533154" border="0" /&gt;Chinese Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l5oQtWUmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/VsBhwVOrWBI/s320/IMG_0419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461029755750339170" border="0" /&gt;International Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@NYP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l2eiX7P0I/AAAAAAAAAqU/jdZrOmXtc3U/s320/IMG_0383+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461026290158747458" border="0" /&gt;Jeannie! She said she looks very mature in this photo. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l2fPGH8jI/AAAAAAAAAqc/lKxl7fmp4WQ/s320/IMG_0420+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461026302163677746" border="0" /&gt;Verna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l2frSgAcI/AAAAAAAAAqk/bXjFc1QwZDU/s320/IMG_0421+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461026309731779010" border="0" /&gt;Michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l2gnh_SOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Ply80NIUmHA/s320/IMG_0424+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461026325902870754" border="0" /&gt;She Hwa! I like the hairstyle she had that day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@MRT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l4dEVw1BI/AAAAAAAAArc/55ecTldcQ68/s320/IMG_0427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461028463939998738" border="0" /&gt;Wanling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l3dk-W5rI/AAAAAAAAArE/JpZ66Q-rR0k/s320/IMG_0425+%281%29+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461027373188572850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l4cmS3E2I/AAAAAAAAArU/Xg4flwM1Aw4/s320/IMG_0432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461028455874761570" border="0" /&gt;Wanling and She Hwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l3dJ4Z4eI/AAAAAAAAAq8/aaYKnczgW-I/s320/IMG_0428%281%29+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461027365915845090" border="0" /&gt;I don't like my face in this picture. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8l4cLHDouI/AAAAAAAAArM/1J654eOouXs/s320/IMG_0433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461028448577495778" border="0" /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who read my Tweets will know that I almost got lost that day. And I had to call Verna and Zhihui for SOS. It's kinda stupid now that I think about it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 APRIL, FRIDAY &lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/bullet3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sports Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to admit, it was boring. Only competitors and those involved in duties won't feel that way. Blue house got 2nd :D And our class won the Novelty Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hougang Mall with Zhihui, Pamela, Jodi and Laureen after the entire event. Parted afterwards because Jodi and Laureen wanted to eat Pepper Lunch instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekian and gang was like at the railing near the escalator and Pamela went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Boy, why are you pointing your middle finger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an Indian accent. LOL. Weekian turned and had this stunned/shocked/confused face.&lt;br /&gt;She meant to scare him sounding like a Caucasian but it came out the wrong way xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway was nice :D Pamela's order got messed up with another lady's and she didn't notice it until she tasted pickles. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela told me about Siyu eating discreetly at the stadium. I didn't see it, but according to Pamela and Zhihui, she was eating her chips um, discreetly. Like anyone'd want her chips -.- Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well FYI, I'm not the only one who hates her. &gt;.&gt; Okay, maybe not to such an extremity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhihui left after eating because she had a party to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the mall and homed. Pamela kept talking in her Indian/Korean accent! Mad hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't find Impacts sweets anywhere. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-3864015663753635123?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/3864015663753635123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=3864015663753635123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3864015663753635123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3864015663753635123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/04/nchs-public-performance-sports-day-2010.html' title='NCHS Public Performance &amp; Sports Day 2010'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S8mGpRHsGfI/AAAAAAAAAuE/cVq1DJzj3P4/s72-c/IMG_0388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1159100912356065501</id><published>2010-03-17T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:39:52.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora's box</title><content type='html'>I'm writing another post because I have nothing to do, if you exclude homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the thing is, I'm in a dilemma, because I don't know what I want in life, that's why I keep wavering between JC and poly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda sucks when people around you already settled for a goal and you're the only one still pondering, indecisive. Like, they're so certain of what they want and can achieve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm totally not cut out to do Physics and if I opt for combined sciences, I'm taking a huge risk because I NEED to score for the rest of the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to quite a number of people about this, but it doesn't seem like they can give me an absolute answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad always tells me that he'll support my decision. And my mum, being a MOTHER, she has higher expectations. Remember the time when I was so sure about going into a poly? She told me a diploma would never be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da. There goes my dream? Hope? Whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me back to PSLE year. I got 234 (exclude HMT) and enrolled into NCHS. Then my mum told me that 234 is not good enough. Did I mention I was obsessed with AuditionSEA back then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to find excuses for myself. It's just that, should I choose what I want or what other people, the society expect out of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can cope with JC. I mean, you've definitely heard stories about STRESS, as in REAL STRESS, in JC life. Or at least that's what the majority says. It's yet another risk if I walk down this path because I don't even know if I can pass the first year! There ARE people who drop out of JC and turn to poly, am I wrong? And if I flunk GP, there goes my cert. There's a risk, but it'll be worthwhile in the end, in a sense? Since I'll proceed to uni, that is, if I make the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for poly, I don't expect it to be smooth-sailing, without any difficulties. There will be bumps here and there. This is education in SINGAPORE we're talking about. But then, it's not as tense and competitive as compared to JC. It'll work out for me because I'm someone who lacks time management. I'll have time for piano, to learn new (non-academic) things. Here's the big question mark: how high are my chances of getting into uni through poly? There are people who excel in their O's and choose poly instead of JC. How will I compete then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not expecting anything, answers or whatsoever by writing this. Because I know I'm the only one who can solve this problem, because this is my life. No one reads my blog anyway. I'm writing this so in the future (I'm not quitting blogging, remember?) when I go through my archives, I will smile and tell myself that I'm over this stupid dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do right now is to take one step at a time. And try harder at Physics, probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1159100912356065501?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1159100912356065501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1159100912356065501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1159100912356065501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1159100912356065501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/03/pandoras-box_17.html' title='Pandora&apos;s box'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-6461917931214629567</id><published>2010-03-17T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:11:53.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry by Daphne Khoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EFt1T1nNPtA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EFt1T1nNPtA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry by Daphne Khoo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty frames, pictures torn apart&lt;br /&gt;No goodnight kisses anymore (ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;And goodbye sweetie, now I have to go&lt;br /&gt;Remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a better place that awaits me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see you there&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got the whole world&lt;br /&gt;Ahead of you (ahead of you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t say goodbye (oooh)&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;If I had the, if I had the chance to (ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;When everything goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to change your destiny&lt;br /&gt;What are we supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;When everything right goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to change your destiny &lt;br /&gt;To change your destiny (ohhh) &lt;br /&gt;Our destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a better place that awaits me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see you there&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got the whole world&lt;br /&gt;Ahead of you (ahead of you)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed it out according to what &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; heard. It makes sense, at least to me. Too bad if I got the lyrics wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-6461917931214629567?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6461917931214629567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=6461917931214629567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6461917931214629567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6461917931214629567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/03/pandoras-box.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry by Daphne Khoo'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-6844236008315162715</id><published>2010-03-12T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:33:15.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of this and that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 MARCH, SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the calligraphy competition at Yew Tee CC, we, as in me, Farren, Xinlu and Shehwa went to the cafe in Compasspoint's library, and ate &lt;i&gt;THIS&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S5o_2WfoRGI/AAAAAAAAAos/PqNEqd31C9o/s320/DSC01260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447736902241764450" /&gt;Before: Appealing.&lt;br /&gt;But you know, looks can be deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S5o_2sz85hI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lCTDW2ZUWAs/s320/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447736908232582674" /&gt;After: Ultimate yuckiness.&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I picked out the mushrooms and leave them by the side? It's MUSHROOM SPAGHETTI.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I say this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably the worst spaghetti I've eaten in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the fact that the waitress was rude, I rate this meal &lt;s&gt;0.5&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;1/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lenient already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farren actually forced herself to finish the entire plate, including the mushrooms that didn't taste like mushrooms! Because she said it's a waste of money if she didn't finish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually applaud her courage, because I know I'll throw up if I force that plate of spag (plus mushroom) down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I am THAT picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;12 MARCH, FRIDAY (Today)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had NCHS' annual cross-country at the Sengkang park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to run though (not that I'm complaining) because I had sports leader duties AND THE SEC 3 SPORTS LEADERS WERE NOT THERE AFTER THEIR RUNNING, so I couldn't just walk away, could I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the number tags were messed up and it was rather problematic, in my opinion. In the end Mrs Loh announced that they'd only acknowledge those with number tags. Some were in the Top 60, but they didn't receive the number tags, so too bad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (sports leaders and some teachers) went back to school by bus after everybody left and after we cleared up the area. There was a 30-minutes break and the entire cohort had to assemble in the hall for the NE talk, end-of-term speech and prize giving ceremony for the cross country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, um, dozing off halfway through the end-of-term speech? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Wanling for clinching 4th in the Sec 4 girls category! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing how fast people can run, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela Phua and Dorcas were elected for Chairman and Vice-chairman respectively for Term 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus to Compass with Xinlu after we were dismissed :D To buy this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S5pNycFhIYI/AAAAAAAAApE/pJzKC6ZlerM/s320/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447752228186169730" /&gt; You can't really see, but the swirls are like blood red/dark pink (is there even a DARK pink? lol) plus a bit of maroon. It's not B&amp;W, trust me, it's the lighting. &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But then again, it's the first SUPER ULTRA CLEAR IMAGE on my blog! Canon IXUS 105! Mad love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tomorrow, I'm going out at 10+ to meet Shermaine. Then I have piano at 3 to 4pm, and I'll meet Esther at 4.40pm at Compass' 7-11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-6844236008315162715?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6844236008315162715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=6844236008315162715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6844236008315162715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6844236008315162715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/03/bit-of-this-and-that.html' title='A bit of this and that.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S5o_2WfoRGI/AAAAAAAAAos/PqNEqd31C9o/s72-c/DSC01260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-7249997771966177460</id><published>2010-02-28T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:09:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S4oEZSX-iEI/AAAAAAAAAoU/n5Ay_nU-xow/s320/DSC01239+%28gimp1%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443167932106311746" border="0" /&gt;At my mum's aunt's (grandaunt?) house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S4oEYoqnSkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/9b09ybTnGYE/s320/DSC01238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443167920910191170" border="0" /&gt;Triple A's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S4oEYB6OS_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/-JRGn6c3Id8/s320/DSC01232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443167910506679282" border="0" /&gt;My lovely mum! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S4oEXk4jLjI/AAAAAAAAAn8/3dcf3b6yKSg/s320/DSC01229+%28gimp1%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443167902715031090" border="0" /&gt;At my paternal grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S4oEW-9mfrI/AAAAAAAAAn0/kfWEFwI1R18/s320/DSC01228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443167892535672498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S4oEoU09b3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/UfN_qut4eJ4/s320/DSC01236%28gimp1%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443168190462783346" border="0" /&gt;This is random. 2nd day of CNY, if I'm not wrong. And it's obviously edited. See, this is why I want a Canon camera. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S4oEo_zjhnI/AAAAAAAAAok/QZzBeqg5Vuc/s320/DSC01258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443168201999615602" border="0" /&gt;Doesn't-look-like-they're-painted nails&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I'm slow at updating. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;B&gt;Last week&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:Went to Swensens with Verna, Esther and Pamela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Went to Verna's house with Michelle to study for Trigo test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Went to Verna's house AGAIN because we had nothing better to do. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the CNY gathering (and studied social studies but ended up sleepy)! I went there with my brother after my piano lesson. Daddy went there at 3+, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started arriving in the evening at 6+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's still the same, like maybe except me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my time playing cards and watching TV instead of studying though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homed at 11+ because I was tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I had a second round of steamboat? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of Chinese New Year and tomorrow's the first day of CT1. What a way to start a new month huh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-7249997771966177460?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7249997771966177460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=7249997771966177460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7249997771966177460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7249997771966177460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-like-that.html' title='Something like that.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S4oEZSX-iEI/AAAAAAAAAoU/n5Ay_nU-xow/s72-c/DSC01239+%28gimp1%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-7770682450245977950</id><published>2010-02-16T14:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:12:58.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4C BBQ 2010!</title><content type='html'>"A picture speaks a thousand words". Apparently, some Chinese emperor of Xia Dynasty (about 4000 years ago) said that quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just let the pictures do its thing. I'll just write the names of people involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pBYWkpmWI/AAAAAAAAAlc/S_p8Ppl_Hs4/s320/DSC01205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731386635262306" border="0" /&gt;That's Ivan, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pBYNjSuLI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ouERU_Vu8S0/s320/DSC01204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731384213649586" border="0" /&gt;Clockwise (from light blue/turquoise umbrella): Xinlu, Yvonne, Eugenia, Jingyi, Verna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pBX8mIfKI/AAAAAAAAAlM/l5JuOVP7Ctw/s320/DSC01203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731379662159010" border="0" /&gt;JODI! :D She volunteered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pBXeS7a1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/JXi6__976Ow/s320/DSC01202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731371528547154" border="0" /&gt;Left to right: Esther, Jingru, Shehwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pBXJzaXiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/P-LMmL3pxyY/s320/DSC01201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731366027648546" border="0" /&gt;Refer to 2nd picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pBxl9UtmI/AAAAAAAAAmE/L090mYAPni0/s320/DSC01212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731820262012514" border="0" /&gt;Laureen with the papers, Jodi with the cloth(?), Wanling behind Laureen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pBxRDxxsI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qX6jyYdN-hg/s320/DSC01211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731814651938498" border="0" /&gt;Yvonne! Liyun on the left, Esther on the right. Jingru on her phone. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pBxAq4upI/AAAAAAAAAl0/5rEqVscTpqA/s320/DSC01210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731810252569234" border="0" /&gt;Clockwise: Christine, Huiping, Yetlin, Irene, Shuyi, Angela C., Someone's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pBwv-0vtI/AAAAAAAAAls/s46TbPsX_NM/s320/DSC01209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731805772791506" border="0" /&gt;Back row: Qimin, Angela P., Weekian, Choonkit, Gerald, Ivan, MdmSiak&lt;br /&gt;Front row: Shehwa's head, Wanling, Liyun, Esther, Jingru, Chengyork, Fanjun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pBwSozQmI/AAAAAAAAAlk/MUUm9NwJt20/s320/DSC01207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731797895791202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pB8gvafLI/AAAAAAAAAms/NC2-uCVLgRU/s320/DSC01217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438732007840054450" border="0" /&gt;Fanjun X Gerald. What was this game called again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pB8XWceoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/q19zfpQHDN0/s320/DSC01216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438732005319408258" border="0" /&gt;Hilarious scene. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pB7_WUKoI/AAAAAAAAAmc/iMq6POCimgw/s320/DSC01215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731998876412546" border="0" /&gt;Pamela wrapped in blue cloth. xD Cassandra at bottom left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pB7t595iI/AAAAAAAAAmU/QDwfuurYCpk/s320/DSC01214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731994194109986" border="0" /&gt;Wait, wait, I know this one. It's called 'Dropping Canvas'. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pB7Xs0JJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/sE-_0PTdjpo/s320/DSC01213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438731988233364626" border="0" /&gt;Irene behind the 'screen'. I was in the same team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pCRIZY5LI/AAAAAAAAAnU/J-nI6j6GZIE/s320/DSC01222%28gimp1%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438732362082477234" border="0" /&gt;Verna, Me, Zhihui! I look like their kid -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pCQ7BUl_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/AKDPDVzXHr8/s320/DSC01221%28gimp1%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438732358491871218" border="0" /&gt;My face is fat! *GASPS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pCQaqI9JI/AAAAAAAAAnE/FI3pw1C5Nr8/s320/DSC01220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438732349804704914" border="0" /&gt;Briefing. And I realised a lot of people wore yellow that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pCQC-UgYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/7n2u9kjR51A/s320/DSC01219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438732343446897026" border="0" /&gt;Adelyn X Pearlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pCPwpCTsI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Q2CF3FPPnRA/s320/DSC01218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438732338525785794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pCeiv4QRI/AAAAAAAAAnk/fq_c0LdWg7o/s320/DSC01224%28gimp1%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438732592494428434" border="0" /&gt;Yep, I am fat. That's Shehwa, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pCeO-kqII/AAAAAAAAAnc/OZj0SHsUszo/s320/DSC01223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438732587187349634" border="0" /&gt;EUGENIA IS GLOWING! ROFL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pLeRpRn9I/AAAAAAAAAns/xq7En4NBwJw/s320/DSC00180(gimp+1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438742483507978194" /&gt;Liyun and me! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-7770682450245977950?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7770682450245977950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=7770682450245977950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7770682450245977950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7770682450245977950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/02/4c-bbq-2010.html' title='4C BBQ 2010!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3pBYWkpmWI/AAAAAAAAAlc/S_p8Ppl_Hs4/s72-c/DSC01205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1526068367748167545</id><published>2010-02-10T18:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:15:28.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calligraphy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3KM3BHGyQI/AAAAAAAAAks/_ydom9bc82Q/s320/DSC01198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436562577008544002" /&gt;The appalling mess. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3KO3oPvuTI/AAAAAAAAAk0/GjdJH5_KBXM/s320/DSC01200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564786537019698" /&gt;Ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good, right right? :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's read from left to right, by the way. &lt;br /&gt;虎威千山 春光万道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea what the words mean, don't bother asking me. Xinlu said my '万' is nice, so I chose to write this set of characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my best work in my 2+ years in calligraphy club. Something satisfactory, like finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnBUeZQTdM0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnBUeZQTdM0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent add to playlist!&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm slow, but I assume that there are people who are slower than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Update]&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it's 春光万道 虎威千山, not the other way round. My bad, lol. Maybe I copied wrongly &gt;.&gt; Oh well. I only found out yesterday during the calligraphy competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a consolation prize for the Upper Secondary category :D At least all the practicing didn't go to waste. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1526068367748167545?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1526068367748167545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1526068367748167545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1526068367748167545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1526068367748167545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/02/calligraphy.html' title='Calligraphy'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S3KM3BHGyQI/AAAAAAAAAks/_ydom9bc82Q/s72-c/DSC01198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-4717119042307345958</id><published>2010-02-09T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:59:20.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie update</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to do and I'm procrastinating now. (And blogging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Esther lye at bugis village on Sunday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures, sorry ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that crowd, I cannot afford to have my phone stolen AGAIN. There were so many people there! Tiny stores, too many people = human jam. We got stuck in the crowd a lot of times. Plus the fact that we are just not that awesomely tall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought a dress :D And a belt. I asked Esther to buy a watch on my behalf today. It's cheap anyway then it wouldn't burn my pocket if it breaks down. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress was a little too long for me. An inch above the knee is long! &lt;br /&gt;Mandy's definition of short: Above mid-thigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going shopping with Michelle this Saturday again! If she doesn't change her schedule, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to Chinese New Year celebrations! (^o^)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yay good food!)~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: It's so weird typing Esther! I always call her Jie Yi but I wouldn't want to confuse everyone with the other Jie Yi, so I suppose that 'Esther' makes things easier, in a sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-4717119042307345958?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/4717119042307345958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=4717119042307345958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4717119042307345958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4717119042307345958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/02/quickie-update.html' title='Quickie update'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-8535181033347998256</id><published>2010-01-28T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:56:22.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can I have 2 minutes of your time?"</title><content type='html'>Anyone realise that there are more people out there pretending to represent whatever organisation and trying to make us donate? The entire situation is getting out of hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before last week, I've encountered people who claim to represent girls' home TWICE. Once outside Kovan MRT station and once near Seng Kang MRT control station. Both of them said almost same thing and I'm not lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll start with: "Hi, I'm not going to ask you to donate, but can I have 2 minutes of your time?" Then they'll start rambling at fast speeds, first asking: "Do you think that people deserve a second chance?" And then, out of courtesy, you have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no choice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but to give the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;politically right answer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is 'Yes'. (Maybe if you say 'no' to them, they'll leave you alone? Shall try that next time.) They'll then tell you that they're actually trying to help teenagers like us to receive a proper education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and here comes the best part: They ask you to buy a bookmark/notebook/pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote their first line, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'm not going to ask you to donate..."&lt;/span&gt; What was THAT for then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, the things they ask you to buy don't come cheap either. They'd even 'suggest' a minimum amount of donation! The suggested amount was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SGD$5&lt;/span&gt;. 5 DOLLARS FOR A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SMALL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FLIMSY-LOOKING&lt;/span&gt; BOOKMARK AND &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT AT THE LEAST APPEALING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they moronic or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'd rather spend the money on chocolates and get fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they &lt;b&gt;LIE&lt;/b&gt; to you. Second, they possess &lt;b&gt;no evidence&lt;/b&gt; of whoever or whatever organisation they represent. No certificates, no tags, NOTHING! Third, they &lt;b&gt;target young adults&lt;/b&gt;. Four, they are &lt;b&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/b&gt;! And I mean it. Need I continue?&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I conclude that the entire thing is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nothing but a SCAM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. Jie Yi said that she once bought a 10 dollars notebook by sharing the cost with her friends. And guess what? She found the exact notebook in provision shop that costs less than 2 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Never trust people with no credibility, who claims that they're doing it 'in the name of charity'. Don't let these con artists take advantage of you! Trust your instincts, they're usually accurate in such situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to donate so badly, watch charity shows and dial the provided hotlines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-8535181033347998256?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/8535181033347998256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=8535181033347998256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8535181033347998256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8535181033347998256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-i-have-2-minutes-of-your-time.html' title='&quot;Can I have 2 minutes of your time?&quot;'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-7389610310152166020</id><published>2010-01-28T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:06:31.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A crisis at hand!</title><content type='html'>I have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;writer's block&lt;/span&gt;! OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Kidding.&lt;/s&gt; Why do I keep writing 'kidding' in every single post?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to say something right now, I'll tell you about how awesome Ms Phua is. Her lessons, to be specific. Yeah, I can totally write an entire post about her. And the &lt;s&gt;stupid things&lt;/s&gt; she did. She told the class about her wallet and the skydiving trip. Her experiences were... interesting (and entertaining).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't appreciate her when we were Sec 1s and she taught us Literature. Her lessons were so dry back then! And Literature wasn't a subject of interest yet. I don't even remember the title of the book we were analysing. It was something about education and gender discrimination. Anyway, so we got Ms Phua this year again and she made me realise how much I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; dissecting&lt;/span&gt; stories and examine them parts by parts. She was explaining the meaning behind each paragraph of 'Criticism in an Uncritical Age' by John Simon, I was scribbling down notes fervently while almost everybody else was trying to keep awake (I suppose?). Or maybe I'm just weird. (&gt;.&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Breaking Dawn is OOS everywhere except &lt;b&gt;JUNCTION 8&lt;/b&gt;. It's ridiculous! Where is J8 anyway? Don't reply things like: "I know! It's in Singapore!" with a huge grin on your face. If you haven't realised, your general knowledge is NOT impressive. You think I'm a retard? Singapore is small, but it's not really small either. If someone goes missing, you will realise how much manpower is required just to find that person among 4 million civilians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just googled and J8 is at Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snaps fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I KNOW! WE CAN GO TO J8 ON FLAG DAY. Oh. My. Gosh. I'm such a genius! Wait, I forgot we can't enter shopping malls.. But then again, I totally saw students INSIDE Compass Point shopping mall with tin cans last year!! I even donated a dollar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm hungry. I need food now. And I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-7389610310152166020?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7389610310152166020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=7389610310152166020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7389610310152166020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7389610310152166020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/01/crisis-at-hand.html' title='A crisis at hand!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-3160173227380705546</id><published>2010-01-23T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:18:23.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun's too bright today.</title><content type='html'>I'm out of ideas for titles already. So yeah. It's still a fact that THE SUN WAS REALLY BRIGHT HERE TODAY! I need shades badly. But before that, I'll need contacts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of topics to blog about also ): Someone inspire me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this week was normal. It was so freaking typical and simple that I doubt it's a good material for a post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll have to wait until next week for the good stuffs to come rolling in. There's the FLAG DAY next Saturday, so you can expect an entry for that. Chinese New Year is around the corner, so that's another entry you can look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I'm blogging for the sake of blogging now. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need go to buy dinner so I'm ending my post now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend! I guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-3160173227380705546?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/3160173227380705546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=3160173227380705546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3160173227380705546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3160173227380705546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/01/suns-too-bright-today.html' title='Sun&apos;s too bright today.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1948793912750490779</id><published>2010-01-11T17:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:25:20.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen! ♥</title><content type='html'>A lot of distractions right now, like msn and facebook and mangafox, but I'll finish this post before 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sixteen! Even though I don't look the part with 149 cm but you can't deny I'm still sixteen! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people to thank for the birthday wishes! Busy busy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to go by chronological order, but it's not accurate if you're talking about MY memory. Okay, forget chronological order; that's too much for my poor brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My family was the first, if you want to know so badly. So, THANKS MUMMY DADDY GARY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna, Michelle, Zhi Hui, Chin Bee, Zachary, Esther (aka L. Jie Yi), Shu Yi, Jing Yu, Yan Ting, Avis, Elizabeth, KYS, Christine, Hui Ping, Li Hui, Yet Lin, Jing Rong, Jie Yi, Si Xuan, Cassandra, Pearlyn, Jing Ru, Li Yun, Jing Yi, Wan Ling, Leona, Farren, Pei Yi, Qi En, Jeannie, Kok Ting, Siew Yan (senior), UNAGI (aka kakayunN aka Carson Tsoi), Lester, PWH, Amanda Wong, Auntie Stacey (family friend), Kai Yan &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: I'm sorry if I missed you out! My memory's bad ): But do leave a tag and I'll make sure to update this post! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who surprised me though!&lt;br /&gt;Zachary: Totally UNEXPECTED.&lt;br /&gt;KYS, PWH from 6 Peace: Now you know that Facebook is a great invention, huh. Elizabeth was from 6 Peace but she's always sent me birthday wishes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to Bluey, Pooh, NA (Non-Authentic) Pooh and GREENY! I'm not the most creative with nicknames, I know. DON'T JUDGE ME!! I'm still the most awesomest, magnificent and fantabulous alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S0sCQ7IfGBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/pfM1YyUce4g/s320/DSC01136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425432665872341010" border="0" /&gt;Card from Michelle love! An awesome friend I'll never forget in my ENTIRE life. Contents are not to be revealed! So stay jealous! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S0sCQYDc3cI/AAAAAAAAAjo/bm8vM_HaOXg/s320/DSC01133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425432656455982530" border="0" /&gt;Card from Jing Rong love! If you're reading this, know that it's always a pleasure to have you around too! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S0sCQCQdx1I/AAAAAAAAAjg/fDaepUgaycM/s320/DSC01132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425432650604988242" border="0" /&gt;Halter top from 77th Street and Meiji chocolate&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;! None of them are cheap okay! People who contributed includes Christine, Hui Ping, Jie Yi, Shu Yi, Angela. Thanks you guys! (I can sense the envy radiating from you now. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family gave me 150 bucks red packet when I expected wrapped gifts. I'm not complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;for making my 16th birthday such a fantastic one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saranghae~ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's not loud or extravagant like I mentioned in this &lt;a href="http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, but just simple notes wishing me happy birthday is good enough! I promise I'll remember this day, 11 January 2010, forever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Today's the only day every year everyone will forgive me for being so thick-skinned, so there's a lot of narcissism. ALL HAIL MANDY! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated: &lt;br /&gt;TA DA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S0xPoQB7ALI/AAAAAAAAAkA/4rD3XdXs4lA/s320/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425799203990995122" /&gt;Card from Verna and Zhi Hui lovelies! LOL. Purple/white blings from Michelle and Verna? I'm not very sure (&gt;//&lt;) You have to admit -  handmade presents make the best gifts! Thanks guys! I appreciate it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1948793912750490779?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1948793912750490779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1948793912750490779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1948793912750490779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1948793912750490779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-sixteen.html' title='Sweet Sixteen! ♥'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/S0sCQ7IfGBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/pfM1YyUce4g/s72-c/DSC01136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1481507433217399077</id><published>2010-01-08T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:07:53.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than a day away!</title><content type='html'>I just finished printing the Physics ShuQun paper for Jie Yi, aka ESTHER. I feel so guilty ): I was supposed to print it on Friday and give it to her yesterday (so she could complete it during the weekend) but I forgot. My memory is deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;@MICHELLE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I KNOW HOW TO PRINT 2 PAGES ON A PIECE OF PAPER ALR :D:D *Proud of myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who read my tweets you'll probably know that I FOUND (and bought) ECLIPSE.&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Mad happy about it. Originally it was 19+ bucks but after a 20% discount and a 15 bucks voucher, I had to pay 37 cents only. Muahahaha. I didn't buy Breaking Dawn because it didn't have a 20% sale. Lol. Actually, I would have bough Eclipse even if it didn't have a discount, so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just asked what I want to eat tomorrow. And I was like, HUH? I just ate an early dinner! Then he went: For tomorrow, your birthday &lt;i&gt;lah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaan, such a wet blanket. Do I really have nothing to look forward to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if you think about it, the answer would be 'yes'. For one, WE HAVE A FREAKING ENGLISH TIMED COMPOSITION TOMORROW. Ha! I bet everybody forgot about it. Even if they didn't, they'll probably go: &lt;i&gt;Aiya&lt;/i&gt;, compo only, just write &lt;i&gt;lor&lt;/i&gt;! AND for two, we're getting OUR 'O' LEVEL CHINESE RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;GAWD&lt;/i&gt;, this sucks. I'm going to have a sad depressing birthday. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (T_T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1481507433217399077?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1481507433217399077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1481507433217399077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1481507433217399077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1481507433217399077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/01/less-than-day-away.html' title='Less than a day away!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1336861094091008977</id><published>2010-01-06T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:51:31.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting prepared - mentally and physically</title><content type='html'>(I'm blogging even though Michelle told me not to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the third day of school. It's still not that bad, I guess? For one, Mrs Hay is our form teacher :D I can't think of anything else that's worth rejoicing besides that (-.-") Oh well, life's hard, from this year onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got bored of surfing Google for the various JCs/Polys just now and I hopped over to &lt;a href="http://www.stomp.com.sg/"&gt;STOMP&lt;/a&gt;. If you do check out the site, you'll find out how bored and stupid some STOMPers are. Seriously, there are at least 5 about students being too intimate in public (YAWN), 3 on the recent news about the girl getting groped, 2 about not giving up seats on public transport. This is the BEST: &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/stomp/sgseen/this_urban_jungle/282114/boomz_tshirts_now_sold.html"&gt;'BOOMZ' t-shirts now sold at shop in Far East Plaza&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thought&lt;/span&gt; Ris Low was history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the girl being groped by foreign workers (most likely?), her plight is pitiful, but if you think about it, it's really her fault for being so scantily clad (and drunk) in public. Plus, why is she the only one on the platform??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; question is: Why didn't anyone render their help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this person RazorTV interviewed who said something like "I'd confront them. Or I'll just slap them without saying anything." I really doubted that she'd do that if she was present. I mean, according to the pictures, more than 10 people (not on the platform) were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SNAPPING AWAY&lt;/span&gt; with their cameras/handphones or JUST LOOKING AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;DOING NOTHING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this:&lt;br /&gt;Girl wearing bikini on platform with 4 &lt;s&gt;banga&lt;/s&gt; *coughs* men groping her. People below platform WATCHING and SNAPPING PICTURES, like it's a tv drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? The &lt;b&gt;cruel reality&lt;/b&gt; of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm not really looking forward to this Friday's calligraphy. ._.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, TP's open house is this weekend! At least something WORTH anticipating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;Molested girl may be transsexual. No police reports. Who knows?~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1336861094091008977?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1336861094091008977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1336861094091008977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1336861094091008977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1336861094091008977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-prepared-mentally-and.html' title='Getting prepared - mentally and physically'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-2821894979842800858</id><published>2010-01-04T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:09:34.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>A short post before I go off to do my homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to &lt;b&gt;Jing Yi&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;and Happy Birthday to &lt;b&gt;Yan Ting&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's it. If I start on how the first day of school has been, it'll turn out to be a long post, then I won't have enough time to do my work.Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-2821894979842800858?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/2821894979842800858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=2821894979842800858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2821894979842800858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2821894979842800858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-6072742764726153618</id><published>2010-01-02T00:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:50:36.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) I will and must pass my O's.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This goes for all those taking O's this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2) I will stop procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I will be a better friend to everyone. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Except to her and him and them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I will stop being willful and complaining all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I will get over my facebook 'addiction'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) And the mangas. (Goodbye unrealistic romance stories) T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I will *try* to lose weight before the prom night (It's too early to be talking about prom night but still. *argues*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I will get a gold for my NAPFA. (HAHA impossible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I will not hurl insults at anyone on my blog even if he/she got on my nerves UNLESS THEY'RE ACCUSING ME THEN I'LL WRITE "SCREW YOU *%^$*^%$%#&amp;amp;" (with bold, underlined font of size 100000 in red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I will eat my vegetables in hope that I'm going to get taller. (Actually, staying petite works for me, so it doesn't matter if I grow taller or not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I am going to find shoes that fit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I will remember to fold my blanket before my dad comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I will go to &lt;b&gt;sleep before 11&lt;/b&gt; everyday. Exclude Fridays and Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I will put in more effort in my &lt;b&gt;piano&lt;/b&gt; theories and practicals and scales and sight-reading. Practically everything, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I will not flare up when I'm asked to do chores while my brother sits and rots away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I will mug like a nerd/geek/bookworm in order to fulfil point 1. (I might become Wanling The Genius No. 2! Kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I will stay &lt;b&gt;positive and optimistic&lt;/b&gt; no matter what happens. (Includes failing tests and getting berated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I will curb my shopping habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I will keep my study table neat and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I will stop whining about the sun and the heat. &lt;b&gt;Polar bear no more!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I will reply all smses immediately when I receive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I &lt;s&gt;will&lt;/s&gt; am going to change to another bigger font so no one will have to squint their eyes to read the content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo. I will not be emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) I will stick with the colour pink this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) And continue to hate yellow for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) I will bring my handphone to school this year. (not a resolution but who cares. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) I will think before I act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No more irregular meal times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (so I won't have to eat my meds or risk entering the hospital &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) I will not use colloquial English (aka Singlish) when speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) I will blog as much as I can. And make it as interesting as I can. (I'm sorry for being a boring person?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) I will &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;attempt to&lt;/span&gt; fulfil all my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-6072742764726153618?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6072742764726153618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=6072742764726153618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6072742764726153618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6072742764726153618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-resolutions.html' title='2010 resolutions'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-4175268125774178663</id><published>2010-01-01T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:36:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR~ 2010's here to stay</title><content type='html'>The title says it all: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b345/shiiet/Singapore%20Fireworks%20Festival%202006/fireworks1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all welcome the tiger year! Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll123/cymonea/white-tiger-cubs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have LOADSXZS of thanking to do.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the laughters and the fun we had together.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the all happy memories man.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my friend!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always sticking with me, through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there when I needed you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for accepting me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me realise true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for not giving up on me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the concerns when I'm unwell.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for crapping with me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS FOR BEING SO AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saranghae~ Mandy loves you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(^3^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you guys are. *Winks*winks* (^.&lt;)/&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarise 2009, it wasn't bad, it wasn't really that fantastic either. Nevertheless, it was fun getting to know more people. A bigger social circle! Wheeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the brand new year, all I can say is good luck and best wishes!&lt;br /&gt;We'll be graduating after O's and leaving NCHS for good (I can hear you people cheering). And then we'll go our separate ways, probably. Hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the last year, let's all give our best! Ganbatte minna-san!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to digress, but it's THE MONTH OF &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;JANUARY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does January ring a bell? Any bells at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying if I say I'm not at the least excited about my birthday. I mean, there's only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 MORE DAYS&lt;/span&gt; TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd also be a lie if I say I didn't harbour high expectations this year. It's the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE AND ONLY &lt;u&gt;Sweeeet16&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you'd ever get in your entire life man. Sighs. But I doubt it'd be something loud and extravagant. So yea, my hopes were already killed, literally, by reality. I don't expect much now. Hahaha *faltering laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN AGAIN, a birthday isn't everything, right? (Say 'yes'!) I have so many things to be glad about: family, friends, being a Singaporean etcetc. Hahaha *faltering laughter* (-.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop, before more people reads about this, before more people choose not to give me a present afterall. You guys will give me a present right? RIGHT?! *threatens*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone who's reading this right now :D Heehee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-4175268125774178663?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/4175268125774178663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=4175268125774178663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4175268125774178663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4175268125774178663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR~ 2010&apos;s here to stay'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b345/shiiet/Singapore%20Fireworks%20Festival%202006/th_fireworks1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-6425837420351625028</id><published>2009-12-29T18:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:04:49.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's NOT okay, alright?</title><content type='html'>I don't know if now's the time to panic or to just stay calm.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, panicking is probably a better option SINCE I HAVEN'T FINISH &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, MAY I REPEAT THAT AGAIN, ANY HOMEWORK. Except Emaths TYS. And Chinese journal, which is really last year's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's bring back The List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last updated: 03/01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;English&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/0504-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Comprehensions (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/0504-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Book reviews (2) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/0504-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Newspaper reviews (5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/0504-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Movie review (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/0504-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Research project (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maths&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/0504-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Emaths TYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/0504-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Amaths TYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Geography&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Geog TYS&lt;br /&gt;* (N08)1 - (N08)10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;* pg1(1) -- Plate tectonics: Qn 1, 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;* pg2(3) -- Weather and climate: Qn 5&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;* pg3(5) -- Natural vegetation: Qn 6&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;* pg4(5) -- River: Qn5&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;History/Social studies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; History notes (Chapter 2-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Social Studies notes (Chapter 2-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chinese&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/0504-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/0504-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Comprehension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/0504-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Newspaper article reflection (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Physics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/0504-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Ncelz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna &lt;i&gt;ISHH MADNESSXZSXZSXZS&lt;/i&gt;. She's completed almost everything. Maybe like except History notes and Geog TYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@MichelleLimWanLin: LEND ME YOUR YOUR CHINESE COMPREE *WAILS*FLAILS*WAILS*FLAILS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea how I'm going to cope with next year. Olevel's, piano, supplementary lessons. I was never someone with time management; like as if I could juggle everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, life's hard. (It's my favourite phrase :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;&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;To whom it may concern:&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could handle it but I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Past experiences were not really of a help.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I assumed that I am able to figure things out.&lt;br /&gt;And well, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I know it sucks but I don't know what to do, alright?&lt;br /&gt;I wished, prayed, hoped for the courage to talk to you about it,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't, alright?&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through that so many times in my head,&lt;br /&gt;coming up with possibilities of how our conversation would have ended if I did this or done that.&lt;br /&gt;You're one of the few I keep close to through all these years and I don't want to lose this.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't really care anymore but I thought I'd feel better if I wrote it out and maybe you'll have a chance of reading this.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to avoid you back then; I just didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking about what would have happened if I agreed on impulse again. Or what would have happened to us if we ever reached a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose you, or anyone anymore.&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;Um ya, after going through my chat logs again, I realised how horrible a person I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-6425837420351625028?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6425837420351625028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=6425837420351625028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6425837420351625028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6425837420351625028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/12/everythings-not-okay-alright.html' title='Everything&apos;s NOT okay, alright?'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-1987941070418600434</id><published>2009-12-15T17:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:00:35.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate revenge~</title><content type='html'>Slacked at home yesterday also instead of going to school for the 8.30am sports leader meeting. Michelle didn't reply my message -whether she would go or not- so I just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;: She's probably avoiding the message so why don't I just skip the whole thing altogether? I wasn't going to go without anyone I know, duh. It'll be a waste of my time anyway, so why not choose to spend the time more wisely, like doing homework (and watching Cruel Temptation. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother gave the thumbs up also. Okay maybe that was because I kept disturbing him at 2 in the morning. Hehe. He was all: Don't go if you don't feel like it &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;! Tell them you overslept - that's the common excuse. And he went back to stare at his laptop screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; obliged to go for the sessions anyway, They were more of a bother than a task. What's the harm of missing it once? Like hell would the teacher-in-charge or any other students notice I'm not there - at least without Michelle or Verna telling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 4 in the morning to finish New Moon. It was awesome. I surprised myself by staying up late for two nights just to finish it. My latest stay-up-late record was 3am so I guess 4's the limit. Well the initial part was excruciating - Bella just drone on and on and on and on about the pain of losing Edward (which I simply don't get) leaving her parents helpless. Even her friends couldn't be bothered to be nice to her anymore. &lt;i&gt;Note-to-self: 'Friends' is not an appropriate term here.&lt;/i&gt; So she got involved with Jacob and his &lt;b&gt;pack&lt;/b&gt; of fellow werewolves, she saw the light (she mentioned that Jacob was like the sun), the story took a turn - for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was rather good, overall, but that's in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; opinion. People like our English teacher would probably never understand the essence of the story. Seriously, she condemns books, books she probably never read before. Examples: Uglies by Scott Westerfeld. It was found in the 'young adults' section, so I doubt she's ever read it before. I brought it to school once and she saw it on my table and went: The library don't have good books. I was like, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what the hell&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/i&gt; I didn't say it out loud, of course. There are just &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; things you &lt;b&gt;absolutely&lt;/b&gt; cannot say in front of &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-1987941070418600434?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/1987941070418600434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=1987941070418600434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1987941070418600434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/1987941070418600434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/12/slacked-at-home-yesterday-also-instead.html' title='The ultimate revenge~'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-3435224593996274508</id><published>2009-12-08T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:38:01.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulsive purchase</title><content type='html'>Was at Bugis village with mummy and bought this at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Sx41FgMIC6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/F8IOfvzY1LU/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Sx41FgMIC6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/F8IOfvzY1LU/s400/DSC01080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412822170802326434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking SGD32 and it doesn't suit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked cute so I bought it and now I'm thinking of selling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested? It's in M size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 3C's class gathering ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Sx5Hs47_oTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/77MdRkPQujk/s400/DSC01056(gimp1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412842638669750578" /&gt; With Lyejieyi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Sx5HsIthzcI/AAAAAAAAAjA/I7FpdRIexMI/s400/DSC01058(gimp1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412842625724173762" /&gt; With Wanling~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Sx5HsRSchgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/GE4rBPxo4uY/s400/DSC01057(gimp1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412842628026500610" /&gt; With Liyun :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited, obviously. You think I will have pictures of me with zits on the internet?! The three of them have flawless skin alright. I didn't edit their facial features.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-3435224593996274508?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/3435224593996274508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=3435224593996274508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3435224593996274508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3435224593996274508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/12/impulsive-purchase.html' title='Impulsive purchase'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Sx41FgMIC6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/F8IOfvzY1LU/s72-c/DSC01080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-8961007925845209790</id><published>2009-12-01T14:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:55:25.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate December Holiday Homework list</title><content type='html'>No kidding. You guys should start on the homework man. There's a shitload of them. English is probably enough to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some researching and snooping around, I came up with what I call, The List. (Okay, I know I'm being boliao but just play along.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;The List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;English&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Comprehensions (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Book reviews (2)  &lt;i&gt;I presume no one wants the oral presentation?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Newspaper reviews (5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Movie review (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Research project (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maths&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Emaths TYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Amaths TYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Geography&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Geog TYS&lt;br /&gt;* (N08)1 - (N08)10&lt;br /&gt;* pg1(1) -- Plate tectonics: Qn 1, 2&lt;br /&gt;* pg2(3) -- Weather and climate: Qn 5&lt;br /&gt;* pg3(5) -- Natural vegetation: Qn 6&lt;br /&gt;* pg4(5) -- River: Qn5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;History/Social studies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; History notes (Chapter 2-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Social Studies notes (Chapter 2-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chinese&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Comprehension &lt;i&gt;(IDK WHERE'S MINE!!!!!!!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Newspaper article reflection (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Physics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv275/insomniaaa-x/box-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Ncelz &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;Social studies notes for chapter &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2-5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, not 2-3, do take note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I forgot to credit lihui, Jieyi and Christine for helping me sort out (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-8961007925845209790?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/8961007925845209790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=8961007925845209790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8961007925845209790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8961007925845209790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/12/ultimate-december-holiday-homework-list.html' title='The Ultimate December Holiday Homework list'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-8661922166006336694</id><published>2009-11-29T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:59:30.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changing my email</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20pt"&gt;queentastica@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not a friend, you're welcome to add it but you wouldn't see me online.&lt;br /&gt;If you're a friend and I happen not to know your email, feel free to leave me an sms (if you care so much about it, that is, which i doubt). &lt;br /&gt;If you're a friend who doesn't know my number, then too bad! &lt;br /&gt;If you're a friend who wants my number badly by hook or by crook, you can go steal the phones of people who have my number. You'd be spared from punishment.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, read my tweets to know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve to be insulted alright. Fuck. That's why men are hideous creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;^^ says:&lt;br /&gt;*You guess you'll not,&lt;br /&gt;*hey, if you wanna delete, just go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;*Dont act someone who is elegant infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;J-MANDY says:&lt;br /&gt;*pfft. acting elegant? seriously?.&lt;br /&gt;^^ says:&lt;br /&gt;*Seriously, dont talk as if i owe you anything.&lt;br /&gt;*I just add you wanting to be friend.&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;amp; never did i know you like to talk shits.&lt;br /&gt;*You guess you'll not delete me yet.&lt;br /&gt;*Why should i even bother.&lt;br /&gt;J-MANDY says:&lt;br /&gt;*yep, that's what half the guys who added me said too.&lt;br /&gt;^^ says:&lt;br /&gt;*Now, im the one who will delete you.&lt;br /&gt;J-MANDY says:&lt;br /&gt;*thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;*saves me the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;^^ says:&lt;br /&gt;*Just fuck off bitch. Go get screwed by your father.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. throwmyface@hotmail.com, I'd like to throw your face indeed. In fact, I'd love to see it disfigured. Like I said, desperation is not and never sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well SCREW YOURSELF Mr. throwmyface@hotmail.com. Speeddate - seriously? "Friends"? Right. As if I'd believe that. I've gone through enough to learn to differentiate between the truths and the lies, especially words coming from men like you. Not a percent credible or trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Michelle that men don't use their brains to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD IT WITH INSULTS. Ever since I became cleverer in 2007 (that's when the insults started), I will never ever stand down when someone insults me again. Now I'm reliving the moments with cheenagranny and her daughter. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw those who thinks that I deserve those malicious remarks. If you have had more than 10 men adding you from SPEEDDATE, you'll learn to be smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men turn into ugly things when they know they cannot get you." -Xiaxue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-8661922166006336694?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/8661922166006336694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=8661922166006336694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8661922166006336694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8661922166006336694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/11/changing-my-email.html' title='changing my email'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-3493151380843883119</id><published>2009-11-28T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:38:37.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An orange a day keeps the doc away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/knAzDsfwpps&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/knAzDsfwpps&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkYIUeYhUps&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkYIUeYhUps&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f93232"&gt;♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of Amuto/Kutau subscribe to her channel! She's awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;Click here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/mo0on12"&gt;mo0on12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-3493151380843883119?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/3493151380843883119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=3493151380843883119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3493151380843883119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3493151380843883119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/11/orange-day-keeps-doc-away.html' title='An orange a day keeps the doc away!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-6038211699714097235</id><published>2009-11-27T14:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:57:43.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back. and ya, new url.</title><content type='html'>A typical title that explains everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back. From Taiwan and back to blogging. Those who follow me on Twitter know that my monitor gave up on me, and I actually managed to pull through with my brother's laptop! It wasn't that bad. Not having a computer to use, I mean. But it's &lt;i&gt;THE&lt;/i&gt; HOLIDAYS. I cannot imagine anyone surviving WITHOUT the internet. I almost gagged and suffocated due to boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back (with a brand new monitor!!!), I'm going pink. It used to be pale mint green everywhere, but now it's all baby pinkish~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about the new url. But you have to admit, Queentastica is &lt;b&gt;WAY BETTER&lt;/b&gt; than h-opstepjump. I'm not gonna force anyone to relink. I'll just advertise :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I just switched to firefox. Anyone knows how to bring my favourites from I.E? I need help. And no way am I going to type in one link at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with this blogskin. It's just awesomeeeee and so Gossip Girl. Loveees &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I found the bskin AFTER I thought of the url. It suits, doesn't it? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-6038211699714097235?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/6038211699714097235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=6038211699714097235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6038211699714097235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/6038211699714097235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-and-ya-new-url.html' title='i&apos;m back. and ya, new url.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5100701472824263643</id><published>2009-11-06T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:08:08.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what?</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for my chocolate ice blended to melt so I shall write a post to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I screwed up my chemistry SPA. And I cried over it.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that I wouldn't cry but verna asked me what's wrong when we were in the meeting room so I just broke down and told her that I'm going to fail chemistry SPA bcause I stirred the mixture with a glass rod instead of the thermometer and I didn't wear goggles when heating the mixture of magnesium chloride (correct me if I'm wrong). It was quite unexpec-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop because I refuse to become like her who writes how much she cried over blah and blah. Even though I'm attention-seeking, I'm not that desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I am finally going to make a new bskin template! Yayyyyyyy :D Okay, why am I even excited about it? It's gonna be nerve-wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of changing my blog URL again :D YAYYYYYYYYYY. It's fantabulous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for itt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for ittt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for itttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for ittttt.&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'm not telling ._. What if someone sees it and steals my amazinglistic idea?!?!?? That'd be so SHINGZ. I USED A RISLOW WORD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this: The Shan + Rozz Show: EP9 - The Boomz Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpHoHJ4DFIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpHoHJ4DFIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, her English is not perfect but she has courage? I mean, the fact that she's involved in the credit card fraud and all. Youtubers are STILL critisising her looks and English. The part about her English, I totally understand but HEY, she's making an effort to learn and she's improving. She doesn't look that bad, does she? Maybe except for the fact that she has small eyes but then again, most Singaporeans have small eyes, no? &lt;br /&gt;What I don't get is how she won the competition. Someone enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging makes me happy (: Any twitter followers or blog readers would see my 1 hour ago tweet. But now I'm feeling soooooo much better and I'm gonna end this post so I can go play Flyff. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5100701472824263643?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5100701472824263643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5100701472824263643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5100701472824263643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5100701472824263643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-what.html' title='So what?'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-2076027674188982840</id><published>2009-10-29T19:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:04:22.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>denied permission and pictionary</title><content type='html'>At least 25% of my links are locked up. Is it a trend or mere coincidence? I am &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; tempted to remove locked up blogs because what's the point of linking someone when I can't even read his/her posts???? (Linking is for convenience, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fumes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe &lt;i&gt;someday&lt;/i&gt;, he/she will reopen his/her blog then I can &lt;s&gt;stalk&lt;/s&gt; them and read their archives. Muahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never lock up my blog again UNLESS: &lt;br /&gt;1. There's a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;2. The stalker is mentally challenged/unsound.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am going through a sensitive stage of life (family tragedy etc.).&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm quitting blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How likely are these things going to happen anyway? Close to ZERO. Nil. Zlitch. I will NEVER STOP BLOGGING &lt;u&gt;EVEN IF PEOPLE DON'T READ IT.&lt;/u&gt; So i'm probably never locking up my blog again. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wouldn't survive today. As much as I'm interested in English language, 3 periods is enough to kill, especially when your EL teacher is Ms Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly, we had free periods :D NO ENGLISHHHHHHHH. *CHEERS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To spend time well, we (pamela jodi laureen l.jieyi shehwa leona verna me) played PICTIONARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work your brain cells and guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Sul_osGp_mI/AAAAAAAAAho/k7_xBU1M6zE/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Sul_osGp_mI/AAAAAAAAAho/k7_xBU1M6zE/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397985965390823010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most drawn by yours truly and YES, I do realise it's messy and ugly. It's supposed to be ugly anyway. Lol. I paired up with verna, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Answers&lt;/u&gt; (i picked the ones that are clearer and easier to see)&lt;br /&gt;Red circle: Aunty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it looks like aunty lucy! don't you agree? :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beige ": Ez-link card &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;verna kept guessing I/C. i forgot to draw a bus ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilac ": Ms Mariati &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;L-O-L&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark blue ": Mangrove forest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;verna guessed it right! i'm good :D -bhb- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neon blue ": Time's up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you must be thinking:"????" this was hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink ": CANCER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm an amazing guesser. hahahas. see that (X_X)? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black ": Gold tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when verna drew the *sparkle* effect on the tooth, i guessed&lt;/i&gt; man in box. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND VOILA! Bought it yesterday because of lee min-ho on the cover page :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/SumE3a2b9OI/AAAAAAAAAh4/hDyd1xVwNa8/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397991716015568098" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-2076027674188982840?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/2076027674188982840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=2076027674188982840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2076027674188982840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2076027674188982840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/10/denied-permission-and-pictionary.html' title='denied permission and pictionary'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Sul_osGp_mI/AAAAAAAAAho/k7_xBU1M6zE/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-180332417444986855</id><published>2009-10-26T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:04:10.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promotion day, no school!</title><content type='html'>Today's a LOVELY monday. Anw, a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12, miraculously, and cooked my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHOLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397974343516331986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Sul1ENP2n9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/71rCzs19h2I/s320/DSC01049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried egg bread :D (direct translation from the chinese term: ji1 dan4 mian4 bao1. It's not creative, but who cares) with &lt;b&gt;Marigold's strawberry yoghurt drink with NATA DE COCO&lt;/b&gt; (ntuc's having an offer. 2 for SGD$5+. get them while the offer lasts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397974332236483442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Sul1DjOhy3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/8stj9T6u-o0/s320/DSC01045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left's nicely fried. I burnt the rest :x Because I didn't adjust the cooker to a lower temperature, the ones on the right are covered in carbon because of the 1200 degree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-180332417444986855?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/180332417444986855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=180332417444986855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/180332417444986855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/180332417444986855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/10/promotion-day-no-school.html' title='promotion day, no school!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Sul1ENP2n9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/71rCzs19h2I/s72-c/DSC01049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-3757941248580677919</id><published>2009-10-17T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:07:07.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time to CELEBRATE!</title><content type='html'>Yup, as the title has suggested, EOYS ARE OVER! After a week of hell, we get a five-days break. Hurray! Today's the second day and there's still so much I wanna do before school starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;16 October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at &lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt; (amazingly early for mandy leong, i know) in the morning so that I won't be late meeting verna. We (verna, michelle, zhihui and me) had plans to go to the gym and I'm meeting with verna before walking to hougang stadium to meet zhihui and michelle (I used a lot of 'meet', I know. My vocabulary's limited, so bear with me). We took the bus in the end because it was drizzling. Well, it turns out that zhihui was the earliest (reached at 9 and slacked at the stadium) and michelle was the last to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed into my p.e. shorts and we went to buy the tickets ($1.50 for under 19). At first it was awkward and I don't know if it's me only but I felt that people were STARING at us when we walked into the area. Okay, maybe they didn't stare in a rude way but they turned their heads to look. After awhile when we started with the running and stuffs, the gym didn't feel as weird initially. We hung around for more than an hour before going to the toilet to change our of our clothes. There's no sweat but who would walk around without changing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to mich's house to celebrate verna's birthday (15 October). She doesn't know that there's a cake at mich's house, duh! She was takenaback when she saw the cake. Hahahs. Sang the birthday song for verna, she blew out the candle (there was only time to put one), cut the cake and that was lunch (just joking). We bused to hougang mall for lunch (zhihui stressed that she was very hungry), shopped around a little and saw cassandra and gang and liyun and gang. Bought bubble tea! Cuppucinno ice blended for me and chocolate ice blended for zhihui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolled through the shops outside HM, walked one whole round and went back into HM because it was so warm. Blah. Verna and Zhihui bought some snacks from a shop, and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To-Do List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;KBOX!&lt;br /&gt;Rollerblading~&lt;br /&gt;Iceskating?&lt;br /&gt;Beach for a tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: the above list is not exhausive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, cheer for the wonderful days that are about to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-3757941248580677919?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/3757941248580677919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=3757941248580677919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3757941248580677919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3757941248580677919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-examination-activities.html' title='it&apos;s time to CELEBRATE!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-2290902476571354191</id><published>2009-09-30T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:10:34.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Some friends are just not worth keeping."</title><content type='html'>And I shall repeat it again: &lt;i&gt;Some&lt;/i&gt; friends are just not worth keeping. &lt;br /&gt;For &lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;, it's a fact. I don't care if people don't think the same way as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence, but I don't think you get what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;Don't butt in thinking that YOU know what's going on, because you DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you shut up and stop rubbing it it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Some friends"&lt;/i&gt; may or may not be who you think it is whom I'm referring to.&lt;br /&gt;But still, thanks for mentioning me in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my reasons, but I'm not sharing.&lt;br /&gt;What's the point anyway?&lt;br /&gt;You comment on your BLOG about what I write, instead of asking ME, the one DIRECTLY involved with the whole issue, and I'm supposed to go to you and explain face to face?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't work like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, the sentence itself is contradicting. Hm. Forget it, as long as she gets what it means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-2290902476571354191?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/2290902476571354191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=2290902476571354191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2290902476571354191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2290902476571354191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-friends-are-just-not-worth-keeping.html' title='&quot;Some friends are just not worth keeping.&quot;'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-3374109019838494702</id><published>2009-09-25T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:19:23.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/palpY5-FPLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/palpY5-FPLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-3374109019838494702?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/3374109019838494702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=3374109019838494702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3374109019838494702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3374109019838494702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-belong-with-me-by-taylor-swift.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-8663160326655912897</id><published>2009-09-08T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:38:06.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>月詠 イクト &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I need a new blogskin. I wna make a new one but i'm so lazy :x I created the image alr. It's just the template. I'm lazy to think of an original layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a shopping shopping shopping spreeeeeeeeeee with mummy and daddy last Tuesday. Shopping rocks my socks x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;F&gt; BADMINTON BUDDY.&lt;br /&gt;Requirements: about my standard. by "my standard", i mean not too pro (like my dad/brother) but not too beginner-ish (i'm not noob, sorry to disappoint you). i'm not bad at badminton kay! &amp;amp; not too tall pl0x. Tall people scares me (X &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well generally, it has been a pretty neat week. I'm FINALLY talking to sarah aka curseyhs and jykor again. i don't even know why we drifted apart in the first place. We just didnt talk on msn as much as we used to. i mean, sarah and i talk almost every single day! well jykor too, but not as much because of his girlf, i guess. i didn't really like his girlf. idk why either. she seems nice on audi, but i just didn't like her. it's like, he's making such a big fuss over her and then it's more of her than me. then it's like i'm there but i'm not really there when she's there. then i'll blend into the background and stay there like a rock and try to stop fern from growing on me. OMG i swear i can write an entire entry on this if i didnt realise how much i've crapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch a movie too. with jieyi and angela and shuyi. Time traveller's wife. It's not bad; at least better than this year's Harry Potter :\ No offence but Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (film) was a total disappointment. i hate the lavender-forcing-a-kiss-on-ron scene! SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a result of all the slacking and shopping, i just finished my homework. it's a record, really. it's the first time i finished my holiday assignments before twelve midnight. and bring your thermometers tomorrow people~ my dad just reminded me. not that anyone would see this before tomorrow anw. I'M JUST SO HIGH RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;月詠 イクト is ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsukiyomi Ikuto is one of the most fantabulous anime characters i've ever known. i'm so high right now. SHUGO CHARA EPISODE 100 is the best episode EVER. well until now, that is. jieyi and i were discussing about opening a fanclub. muahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i sidetrack easily. that's a fact alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have no idea how to end this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-8663160326655912897?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/8663160326655912897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=8663160326655912897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8663160326655912897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/8663160326655912897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/09/3.html' title='月詠 イクト &lt;3'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-7247419140524580676</id><published>2009-08-19T16:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:08:50.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one thing I'll never forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The conversation between me and Wanling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wanling, you're super nice to her sia.&lt;br /&gt;WL: Why ley? She's quite nice mah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Laughs) Good luck.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just gave me another reason to detest people from her country. And yet another reason to continue hating her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of her with wanling on my left, HER MOTHER or rather, stout granny with bad fashion sense asked ('made' is a better word because that wasn't really a choice) *#&amp;amp;% to introduce us (me and wanling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheenagranny started by putting &lt;i&gt;that issue&lt;/i&gt; (we'll put that aside for now, she said in chinese) and asking if I liked an honest or dishonest person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so she said (in chinese with that annoying accent), &lt;blockquote&gt;"You don't have to answer. I know what kind of person you are." (Something along this line) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't, granny. You're a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambling on, cheenagranny came up with an example. In chinese, that is. I highly doubt her ability to speak English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I lost a wallet. I have no idea where it is. And she (her *%^$#* daughter) came to me and claimed that you (me) stole it. Then I went to confront you and asked for you to return me my wallet. You didn't steal it. What would you say?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't steal it," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Exactly," cheenagranny went. "If someone framed you and you did nothing of the sort, you'd oppose it immediately. You wouldn't want to be misunderstood and be labelled as a thief, would you?" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have reminded her that the crime of a thief and the crime of lying to a person I &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; has a vast difference. And WOW. Me, a thief. cheenagranny's gracious indeed, isn't she? Using someone you've just know for less than 1 minute as an example for a thief. Genius. I wonder if she has friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It disgusts me to have her name on my blog but what difference would it make anyway? At least I'll remember this my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Siyu confronted you three times. You lied because you were caught off-guard. You did not expect that what you told wanling would reached the ears of siyu and what you least expected was that she would look you up. You thought that she was nothing and can do nothing so you denied and did not tell the truth because you were afraid."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept rolling my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And false. I'm not obliged to tell the truth to someone like her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You two were at least in the same class for two years. Right?" she turned to siyu and siyu nodded. "You guys were friends, classmates for about two years. Do you understand her?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, cheenagranny, I don't. And I don't have a single strand of intention to do so. Not in the past, not in the future. Never. Friends - really? Don't make me laugh. I started the disliking and all since Secondary 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Not that there's enmity between you two either. Tell me, what about siyu do you dislike?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really a question? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stared at wanling and she was like, "Tell her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheenagranny spoke and said, "It's fine if you say it in front of siyu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wanling, I said, "I don't want to say." wanling just continued to urge me to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you say it to me instead of her (wanling)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demands? Wrong move, granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started and told cheenagranny that siyu was very irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that all? Did you ever try to talk to her and explain her flaw to her? Did you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck-up, arrogant, irresponsible, dirty, disgusting. Ew. And the list's not exhaustive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"These few days I noticed that siyu looked very unhappy. This is a very minor matter. Everybody has talked behind others' backs. But this is no longer an issue whether you did it or not. From what you've said we already know you did."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheenagranny was going on about how I should not judge her daughter because I don't understand her and here she is judging ME. Contradiction much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The last time siyu confronted you she gave you three options. One, apologise to her. Two, give us your parents' contact number and the let the adults settle it. Three, if you chose none of the above, we'll go to principal to discuss about it."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I realised, because you, cheenagranny, is here on behalf of your daughter. And I'm not very happy about that. For one, I don't like your face. For two, I know where the "conversation" is leading to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; you to apologise to siyu. If you still refuse to admit that you were wrong, we're going to the principal's office to settle this."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE A CHOICE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what kind of environment her daughter grew up in. Running to mummy everytime she falls to the ground and hiding behind mummy when she puts someone down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I started with sarcarsm, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said things like-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheenagranny interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Do it again. You're not sincere about this. I noticed that since I started talking you, you haven't really been particularly giving me respect."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wait for cheenagranny to shut her trap. And abusing your power as a parent (because of the "Parents are always right" policy) is not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have said that to wanling. It'd affect your reputation. I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sorry that I was acting sincere? I am not at the least sorry for what I have done. And reputation? Are you kidding me? What reputation would she have? Infamous for being the outcast in class for three years in a row? I'd applaud that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Okay, you can go."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a dog at your beck and call. cheenagrannies of the world do not have the right to send for me and wave me away as they please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to what I said, I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; think that I'm at the least wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and cheenagranny said this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You were wrong but you even chose to drag your friend (wanling) down with you. You made her the peacemaker between you and siyu. siyu apologised to you because of her. Do you feel that it was right for siyu to apologise? She was wronged!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well cheenagranny, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never expected an apology from your darling daughter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if she didn't apologise. I couldn't care less about how you think of me either. And jumping to conclusions by saying that I MADE wanling the peacemaker? You're not very wise or mature despite your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not see a need to explain myself to people like cheenagranny and siyu. There's no point and it's a total waste of MY time and effort. They are no one to me. Not an acquaintance, definitely NEVER a friend. If I had a choice, I'd choose to not know that they exist. Plus, looking at her face makes me wanna barf. No offense, but I can't deny the truth when it's right in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not regret and never will for what I have done. A chip from the old block. An exact copy of the old one. I guess that answers everyone's question of "Where did she pick up her socialising skills?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poor poor wanling. I doubt her efforts to make siyu talk just went down the drain. And poor poor her for recognising siyu as a friend. I pray that she doesn't drown in the sticky goo of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you marvel at how two people like that can just communicate and click together so immediately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With minimal vulgarities and abusive words, I have managed to pen down every (almost) detail manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusion: I am never wrong. NEVER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Thank you to those who cared.&lt;br /&gt;P/P/s: I don't care if you disagree so don't bother trying to tell me that I'm not being nice or whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[update]&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, if she didn't say anything to her mum, she'll be graduating with friends. What a sad, friendless life huh.. I pity her. Oh wait, people like her don't deserve my sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a friend and you don't agree with what I did, screw you. All I can say is that you don't know her or you've never met her in your entire life at all. Am I wrong? Because, if you did, you'd fully understand her horrible personality and why I wrote this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I regret doing is to apologise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-7247419140524580676?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/7247419140524580676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=7247419140524580676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7247419140524580676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/7247419140524580676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/08/screw-you.html' title='The one thing I&apos;ll never forget'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-3675452685249681647</id><published>2009-08-14T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:21:44.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIEYI!</title><content type='html'>I hope she like the brown sling we bought her. We kinda figured that a white one would get dirty easily. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIEYI~ (not that she'll see this though) Nevertheless, I pray for her happiness. Bless her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-3675452685249681647?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/3675452685249681647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=3675452685249681647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3675452685249681647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/3675452685249681647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-jieyi.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIEYI!'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-2497639879786480881</id><published>2009-07-10T19:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:44:48.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>It's been a long week. A very long week. A super long week. An extremely long week. Felt like school hours have beem extended. Gawd, I have a writer's block. Plus I'm so unmotivated since no one really reads my blog. I should lock up my blog and MAYBE people will start noticing. Yea I'm attention-seeking. Can't really find the purpose of writing this now. I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just locked up my blog. Guess it's just me and you (this sounds &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; weird). And now it feels like I'm talking to myself. Oh well, diaries work like that anyway and I happen to NOT like writing my diary manually. It's tedious work. Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH my dad's at it again. Hormones imbalance much? I know he dotes on me and tries to give me everything &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; want, but seriously. The way he talks to me is UNREASONABLE. I do not deserve to be spoken to in that manner. Blah. Sometimes I really don't get him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-2497639879786480881?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/2497639879786480881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=2497639879786480881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2497639879786480881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2497639879786480881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-long-week.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-741842238875381666</id><published>2009-06-25T23:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:02:08.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsukiyomi Ikuto &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/SkOgjE_GRhI/AAAAAAAAAg0/_yB_Uus62OQ/s320/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351297306740540946" /&gt; mich and jieyi. 30MAY @ escape. &lt;br /&gt;*Note-to-self: never EVER go escape theme park again. (unless they renovate the whole place.) &lt;b&gt;ZETTAI.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 June @ Swensens. to curb our ice cream craves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/SkOgi5ts63I/AAAAAAAAAgs/vwRm57BwVhk/s320/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351297303714786162" /&gt;mineeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/SkOgiocI0AI/AAAAAAAAAgk/6SKMGOJDMjo/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351297299077713922" /&gt;angelaaaaa's&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelong trip was &lt;u&gt;cancelled.&lt;/u&gt; BOOOOOOOOO. Because there were too many people going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;22June/Monday&lt;/u&gt;: HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;Angela mich sy jy came to my house to do homework. MICH TOOK BUS 88 THE WRONG DIRECTION. *scoffs* We went to fetch her when she &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; arrived. Sat around the dining table to do the shitload pile of homework. Bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix with the air-con on :x I can't remember much. I have a bad memory. They went home after that I guess. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;23June/Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;: HOMEWORK &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to my house &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. Except jy, since she's only left with the english reflections. *Envious* I'm a super slow worker. Hahahas. But at least I completed maths and the history essay on Facist Japan. Mich kept wanting to hog the internet. hmphs. Had pizza afterward and etcetcetc. Then they homed~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;24June/Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;: SA1 ORAL EXAM!&lt;br /&gt;It was super fun! :D Okay maybe 'fun' isn't the right word to use. Anyway, I returned to school TWICE: once at 8am and once at 1pm, because I wasn't sure what time my oral was at. Register 21 mah! D: &lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was okay. Angela said I'm a weird kid when I smsed her that oral was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;25June/Thursday&lt;/u&gt;: vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Went to vivo to accompany mich because she was going to meet her &lt;s&gt;beau&lt;/s&gt;. Hahahas. Gosh now I'm feeling bad again because I was late so mich was late also. It's practically a miracle that we were able to get the tickets before the movie started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rewind a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the movie theater having arrived at vivo LATE (man I feel so bad about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like: Oh I saw him liao.&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh where?&lt;br /&gt;She: neh *points to idk who* the white shirt one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/SkOpP6CqbHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/BNRwzXJ8c9Q/s320/25june.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351306872989838450" /&gt;Mich's the purple one because that's her favourite colour. The justin guy's grey because I can't put white. I'm the neon blue because I'm practically a luminous matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just stood there for a minute before she decided to call out to him. Then she walked into the visa lane to talk to him or something. I followed her blindly obviously. Then  she joined the queue leaving me in the visa lane (not that I'm complaining. on second thought, maybe i am xP). Awkward much? Walked out to the railings to wait while playing games while listening to songs until she called me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I smsed Angela while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: omg you have no clue how bright i am here right now. i'm practically shining and glowing.&lt;br /&gt;Angela: hahahaha great! gd 4 u&lt;br /&gt;Me: -.- cant you pity me instead.&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Nah, hard 4 me to sympathise u.. Bt didnt the guy bring a fren? make frens with the fren lor (it's wrong of her to suggest that because i absolutely do not socialise with strangers close to my age. well not always, but most of the time.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: no. that chuling girl didnt want to come.&lt;br /&gt;Angela: aww thn too bad 4 u.. hav fun being the light bulb&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela is so evil. *wails* But he's like Angela. He walked so fast. I hate tall people -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air-con in the movie theater is cold. I didn't have my jacket with me because I was in the rush when mich called to tell me that she's already in the mrt station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Land of the Lost. LIKE HECK I HAVE A WEAK HEART. I JUST WATCHED DRAG ME TO HELL THE OTHER DAY. I haven't recovered from the old lady trauma (I can't go to the kitchen to refill my cup without hallucinating. I'm dead serious). WHY DOES THE TREX KEEP APPEARING SUDDENLY?! I'm glad I brought that red bag. It's huggable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with water and told mich the joke shuyi made up. *Finds picture* Okay I can't find it. Went to starbucks to buy my JAVA CHIP FRAPPUCCINO &lt;3 Parted then went down to Candy Empire. mich bought three bars of chocolates. Mrted to kovan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich and I are obsessed over heels xD Apparently she wants a 6-inch heels. I want that $50 black/white heels @ banana! We shopped around This Fashion and Alano then went home &lt;u&gt;empty-handed.&lt;/u&gt; Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had countless of msn conversations in just a few hours with angela shuyi and jieyi about &lt;u&gt;CHINESE PROJ&lt;/u&gt;. I seriously cannot get what's with the chinese project. It's just another project. Who cares. Angela got all agitated and serious about it. Anyway, if we don't score for this I'll do something drastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I had to do this damned character map. &lt;br /&gt;Well, fyi, if you're thinking that it's just another map-like thing and how hard it can be and why I'm making a fuss out of it, think again.&lt;br /&gt;For one, it's in chinese. Yours truly do/does (is it DO or DOES? correct me please.) not like chinese.&lt;br /&gt;For two, the lines are all drawn manually using GIMP. I'm so tired. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/SkO1xJzejDI/AAAAAAAAAhE/IFuB9zMwrZ8/s320/stupidclproj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351320638296329266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep. Maybe i'll summarise the conversations tomorrow. Hahahas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-741842238875381666?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/741842238875381666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=741842238875381666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/741842238875381666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/741842238875381666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/06/tsukiyomi-ikuto-3.html' title='Tsukiyomi Ikuto &lt;3'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/SkOgjE_GRhI/AAAAAAAAAg0/_yB_Uus62OQ/s72-c/DSC00788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-5403581477730918109</id><published>2009-06-19T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:42:47.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love today! :b</title><content type='html'>I'm in a good mood now because I just bought tops at &lt;u&gt;KOVAN&lt;/u&gt;. Who says you have to go fareast or bugis to shop? Hmph. Kovan is sufficient. In fact, I'd say it's even better than fareast or bugis. &lt;blockquote&gt;ANGELA SAID SHE'D BUY ME THAT $50 HEELS SELLING AT BANANA AT KOVAN FOR MY BIRTHDAY NEXT YEAR! Everyone please remind her next year. And &lt;u&gt;Shuyi&lt;/u&gt; said she'll chip in! Muahahaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: anw, i saw this frigging nice heels. 50BUCKS! &lt;br /&gt;SY: OHH. really? &lt;br /&gt;Me: angela said she'll buy it for me next year for my birthday &lt;br /&gt;SY: haha makes you taller mahh &lt;br /&gt;Me: YEA ! &lt;br /&gt;SY: Reallyyyyy?!! haha &lt;br /&gt;Me: yea &lt;br /&gt;SY: congrats ahaha &lt;br /&gt;Me: she said she's going to ask like 4 more people to share or something. hahahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;SY: &lt;u&gt;OHHH okok i wan share also &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: o.o &lt;br /&gt;SY: haha next year &lt;br /&gt;Me: you can start saving money now hahahs  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Went to watch drag me to helllllllllll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv289/doctorpopcorn/drag-me-to-hell-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela said the storyline's predictable and if she was a critic, she'll rate two stars. One good thing is that it's scary, she said. Keyi said the movie's damn ironic (Irony &lt;i&gt;1&lt;/i&gt;a form of humour which involves &lt;u&gt;saying things that you do not mean&lt;/u&gt;; sarcarsm? &lt;i&gt;2&lt;/i&gt;The irony of a situation is an aspect of it which is strange or amusing, because it is just the &lt;u&gt;opposite of what you expected&lt;/u&gt;.) and it wasn't scary and has a weird ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent quite a lot today though. &lt;br /&gt;18-slot pink wall pocket @ Daiso, Vivo City $2&lt;br /&gt;Pick N Mix Chocolates @ Candy Empire, Vivo City $5.15&lt;br /&gt;Java Chip Frappuccino @ Starbucks Cafe, The Cathay $3.90&lt;br /&gt;Drag me to hell movie ticket @ The Grand Cathay $6&lt;br /&gt;Pink Hoodie + Slogan tee @ This Fashion, Heartland Mall $12.60 (thanks to angela's pink sparkly This Fashion card. 10% off.)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner @ Yoshinoya, Heartland Mall $5&lt;br /&gt;Tank top @ Alano, Kovan MRT Station &lt;b&gt;$3&lt;/b&gt; (this is f-ing mad cheap okay!)&lt;br /&gt;$5 to top up my Ezlink.&lt;br /&gt;Total: $42.65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TODAY. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela said I'm a shopaholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-5403581477730918109?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/5403581477730918109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=5403581477730918109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5403581477730918109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/5403581477730918109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-great-day.html' title='i love today! :b'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-4921864726169142659</id><published>2009-06-18T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:54:04.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>making sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/laIr_d0hFB8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/laIr_d0hFB8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP8SrlbpJ5A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP8SrlbpJ5A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lady Gaga's &lt;u&gt;acoustic version&lt;/u&gt; of Poker Face and Paparazzi.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice. Listen to it. She's amazing!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm updating because yokeling said I haven't been updating. Hahas. I can't write a long post anyways. Just applied my nail polish and my air-con's on. There's also chinese project tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I have so many things on my mind right now! I need to get my dad a birthday present, finish the shitload of homework, HAND UP &lt;b&gt;HISTORY ESSAY CORRECTIONS. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending with a picture. (I'm not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; good at using gimp, that is, if you get what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/SjkarXrF8NI/AAAAAAAAAgc/BFUwdkVlZPU/s320/DSC00076%5Bgimped1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348335364870631634" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to imagine what'd I'll own if I'm f-ing rich. I'll probably live in a huuuuuge mansion (YAY enormous room! in green/pink), get chauffeured wherever I go (which means AIR-CON and therefore no POLARBEAR CRAPPINGS), get to buy topsjacketheelsnecklacesringshortsaccessoriesbags (ooooh juicy couture bag pl0x and POLARBEAR SOFT TOYS that exist in the world), an amazing walk-in wardrobe (OMGOSHHH), A WHITE GRAND PIANO (OMGOSH x2) and probably partying everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to sidetrack. I was intending to end with just the first line of the above paragraph plus the picture. Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-4921864726169142659?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/4921864726169142659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=4921864726169142659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4921864726169142659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4921864726169142659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/06/making-sense.html' title='making sense'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/SjkarXrF8NI/AAAAAAAAAgc/BFUwdkVlZPU/s72-c/DSC00076%5Bgimped1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-2564803845429960057</id><published>2009-06-11T19:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:01:09.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like nice people</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ToNBjYqGdyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ToNBjYqGdyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oaWIw2wm8n8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oaWIw2wm8n8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm trying hard not to turn into a jealous bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. Guess I deserve all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, sometimes I really hate myself. For lying to myself. Because I thought that it's the best that way. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;UPDATED:&lt;/B&gt; Seriously, on second thought, it was stupid and dumb of me to have even gotten jealous because well, GUYS ARE NOTHING BUT LIES. They make it sound like they're so considerate and understanding but in fact, they're just saying what's &lt;s&gt;politically&lt;/s&gt; right WITHOUT meaning it. They're just saying it for the sake of saying it. Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up doing that olympics essay. I'm praying hard that mstan doesn't kill me when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. I'M MEETING MY DARLINGS FOR KELONG TRIP (wherever that place is)~ I suppose it's like that kukup trip? I hope there's mahjong. And firecrackers. And good food. And proper bedrooms for ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness. The last time we went to kukup the young ones got the 6 bedrooms and the rest (e.g. ME. Okay, maybe it was because we played mahjong until 2 plus) slept in the super huge living room. There were beds for everyone, if you're wondering. Okay maybe not for the adults. Well &lt;b&gt;yours truly&lt;/b&gt; slept in the living room. My, Malaysia is cold at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was a blackout. When the kids were bathing. The scene was hillarious. Gina offered that glowing piece of STICK to hang in the toilet. It wasn't much of a help, but it was very nice of her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I really hope this trip doesn't get cancelled or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YAY, going to shuyi's house on sunday! To do homework, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-2564803845429960057?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/2564803845429960057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=2564803845429960057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2564803845429960057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/2564803845429960057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/06/shattered.html' title='i like nice people'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-9068281487475629227</id><published>2009-06-08T17:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:45:02.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desperate</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PB5cFeW2W8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PB5cFeW2W8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Found this song when I was bloghopping hours ago. Surprisingly nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely Still by Better Than Ezra:&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll never leave this room,&lt;br /&gt;a million years from now would be too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is spinning turning day to night&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts are running at the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;Got an empty feeling that I never want to fill&lt;br /&gt;absolutely still&lt;br /&gt;I waited longer 'cause I needed proof&lt;br /&gt;that every door I shut is leading me to you&lt;br /&gt;and there's a nervous feeling that I never want to kill&lt;br /&gt;absolutely still&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photobucket is driving me crazy. I've been clicking to go into my album for like 5 minutes and it doesn't react! AT ALL. I had to resort to logging off my account and logging in again because logging in leads me to my album directly. How dumb is this? And now even logging in LAGS. I'm really tempted to smack the computer. I cannot imagine if I were using my brother's laptop. Bet I won't even be able to find a good blogskin with it. No wait, at least the laptop's faster than the school's computers. NCHS' computers are horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blogskin done by materialisti-c. I'm feeling super guilty right now-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.E. JUST TOLD ME THAT IT IS UNABLE TO DISPLAY THE WEBPAGE. WHAT THE F?&lt;br /&gt;Most likely causes:&lt;br /&gt;1. You are not connected to the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;2. The website is encountering problems.&lt;br /&gt;3. There might be a typing error in the address.&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely not causes 1 and 3 because I AM connected to the Internet (if I'm not, I wouldn't be able to be writing NOW) and I was trying to &lt;u&gt;LOG IN&lt;/u&gt;. I did not change the damn address, damn you. Now I have to log in AGAIN and wait AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracked. Anyway, I felt super guilty because as a blogskinner (even noobs/beginners/novices/amateurs, e.g. ME), I should be making my own bskins instead of using other bskinners' ones. I'm just too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344917147297260418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Siz1066MI4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/X41mqsiJ38o/s320/Itriedtotakeapictureoflove%5Bgimped7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;s&gt;MANDY LEONG {C}opyrighted.&lt;/s&gt; This image was created like &lt;b&gt;LAST YEAR&lt;/b&gt; and I'm just too lazy to come up with the template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been AGEEES since I've written an entry. And I didn't really care because no one was bothered by it. I have loads to write about but I can't pen everything down now. My parents' nagging at me to turn off the computer so we can go hougang mall. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-9068281487475629227?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/9068281487475629227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=9068281487475629227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/9068281487475629227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/9068281487475629227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/06/desperate.html' title='desperate'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/Siz1066MI4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/X41mqsiJ38o/s72-c/Itriedtotakeapictureoflove%5Bgimped7%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731938601025606375.post-4200281653490691680</id><published>2009-05-20T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:52:13.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I eat my porridge with pickled lettuce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTYDGnzpfE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTYDGnzpfE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My latest obsession. This piece was played &lt;b&gt;beautifully&lt;/b&gt;. I swear &lt;i&gt;x100000000000000000000000000&lt;/i&gt;. Oh, I want the piano score so badly ): &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random title. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to find a new bskin now because if i start i can't stop. Then there goes my beauty sleep. (lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like i promised, Amaths. I don't have anything much to write about anw. &lt;br /&gt;Difficult, yes, but it's not as tough as Emaths P1. It &lt;u&gt;CAN&lt;/u&gt; be done, seriously. My head just forgot how to do polynomials. Staring at the question doesn't really help, so i gave up. I did write something but i don't think they carry marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO BORED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731938601025606375-4200281653490691680?l=queentastica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/feeds/4200281653490691680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731938601025606375&amp;postID=4200281653490691680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4200281653490691680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731938601025606375/posts/default/4200281653490691680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queentastica.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-eat-my-porridge-with-pickled-lettuce.html' title='I eat my porridge with pickled lettuce.'/><author><name>Mandy L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228785193772379734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk3LMfu8QZE/TSn0JHcYpdI/AAAAAAAABH0/eAsCDEBencw/S220/IMG_1488.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
