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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>480</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-3261466091774118201</id><published>2009-03-20T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:58:25.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;this is the end of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;be it good.&lt;br /&gt;or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the archives will just be serving the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but every ending marks a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;and therefore, i began elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;moved.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love, lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-3261466091774118201?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3261466091774118201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3261466091774118201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2009/03/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8053798216875643232</id><published>2009-02-15T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:31:52.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... 2009</title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;new year.&lt;br /&gt;new resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;new dreams.&lt;br /&gt;new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now.&lt;br /&gt;all i'm feeling is tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;work has been sucky.&lt;br /&gt;for the past 3 weeks, we're kept up till 7.&lt;br /&gt;by the time i'm home, i was even too tired to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for holidays.&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;yet so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a wish for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;to have more time.&lt;br /&gt;to spend resting.&lt;br /&gt;to spend with my family.&lt;br /&gt;n to spend to catch up with all my friends.&lt;div 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;happy 19th birthday, Adek! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may all ur wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;n may u be blessed always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;just a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;the regatta race holds a special meaning for me.&lt;br /&gt;cos it was the first race i rowed in when i first dabbled in db.&lt;br /&gt;yet this year, i missed it!&lt;br /&gt;it's just sad for me that i wasn't able to row in the race.&lt;br /&gt;cos i didnt commit myself to trgs.&lt;br /&gt;sigh....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4539685006245991274?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4539685006245991274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4539685006245991274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-19th-birthday-adek-may-all-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8858187887922338444</id><published>2008-12-01T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:52:45.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random updates</title><content type='html'>there is a lack of updates in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;pardon me but sometimes there's just too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of things happened in the past months.&lt;br /&gt;some made me happy n others made me thoroughly upset.&lt;br /&gt;but after all that, i'm just contented that i'm getting a break right now.&lt;br /&gt;i just need to get back at doing what i love most.&lt;br /&gt;and to catch up with everyone who matters to me!&lt;br /&gt;i haven been seeing my poly mates.&lt;br /&gt;haven been seeing my teammates.&lt;br /&gt;haven even saw most of my besties!&lt;br /&gt;well. let's not forget the NCC frens.&lt;br /&gt;i haven seen or heard from anyone in the longest time ever!&lt;br /&gt;the only people i saw recently was the sec school peeps.&lt;br /&gt;n of course, the frens in school.&lt;br /&gt;(not really excited to see the colleagues; just the frens.&lt;br /&gt;two very different sets of people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;is tis wat life comes to once u move on from a certain place to another?&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm working, i haven seen any of my poly frens or the NCC ones.&lt;br /&gt;n to think, these are the ppl whom i spent alot of time with in the past 3 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;it actually made me feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;cos its either i didnt have the time to meet up with them.&lt;br /&gt;or they couldnt make time for me.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;life in school can be a bitch sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;cos ur new, the older ppl will scrutinize u.&lt;br /&gt;and suprise, surprise.&lt;br /&gt;these ppl actually have alot of time to spare!&lt;br /&gt;why i said that?&lt;br /&gt;cos some of them actually took their time to observe and then, gossip abt me.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, they are pretty concerned abt who i am frens wif n all.&lt;br /&gt;i mean "HELLO????!!!"&lt;br /&gt;do i need their permission to be someone else's fren?&lt;br /&gt;so i came to this conclusion: some older people just suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on...&lt;br /&gt;it's the holidays now.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;such a sad case.&lt;br /&gt;guess will use the time to get back at trg seriously.&lt;br /&gt;went to see them during regatta last week.&lt;br /&gt;n i reali miss the team spirit.&lt;br /&gt;miss taking part in races.&lt;br /&gt;n most of all, i miss my babes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more things that i wan to say.&lt;br /&gt;but rite now, i just cant write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;just letting all my babes know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss all of u so darn much!!!!!!!!!! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8858187887922338444?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8858187887922338444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8858187887922338444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-updates.html' title='random updates'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2574453756170134625</id><published>2008-10-22T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:22:08.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and once again, i'm plaqued with smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, it was the tonsils infection.&lt;br /&gt;plus a bad flu.&lt;br /&gt;this week, the flu has subsided.&lt;br /&gt;but den, guess wat.&lt;br /&gt;the stomach's nt feeling too well.&lt;br /&gt;don even feel like eating sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear Friday, pls come soooooon ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to go back to how things were.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be able to do the things i want to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;n the things i &lt;3.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its just so frustrating how things turned out to be! ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2574453756170134625?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2574453756170134625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2574453756170134625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-once-again-im-plaqued-with-smth.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-5965015975863790046</id><published>2008-10-20T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:15:29.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misses! ):</title><content type='html'>just a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss practically all my friends!&lt;br /&gt;n the things i love doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;i've been missing out on things.&lt;br /&gt;on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is this sucky vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;which sucks out all the energy.&lt;br /&gt;n leaves me super drained out.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;the people i'm missing right now:&lt;br /&gt;my besties.&lt;br /&gt;my db sisters.&lt;br /&gt;my NP friends.&lt;br /&gt;my ex-colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;my sec sch peeps.&lt;br /&gt;my NCC gfs.&lt;br /&gt;and ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the thing i miss doin the most is .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;training! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-5965015975863790046?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5965015975863790046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5965015975863790046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/misses.html' title='misses! ):'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-7179818403510879043</id><published>2008-10-04T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:28:15.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat hari raya</title><content type='html'>i guess its high time i update tis blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy with work.&lt;br /&gt;and the fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;plus all the tiredness i was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even haf time for trg! ):&lt;br /&gt;dat explains why there's no updates at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would like to wish everyone a 'selamat hari raya'.&lt;br /&gt;if i haf ever hurt anyone's feelings with my words and actions,&lt;br /&gt;i seek forgiveness on this blessed month. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel tired on this yr's raya.&lt;br /&gt;it falls on a wed n haf to be back at work on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;i was zoning out on thurs when i teach.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some pics on hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;with the Sony T70!&lt;br /&gt;yey. heh&lt;br /&gt;will post up some pics later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;its a sat.&lt;br /&gt;a day for me to slp in.&lt;br /&gt;but my aunt n mom woke me up at 7.&lt;br /&gt;n nw i cant slp again.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll go do some work den.&lt;br /&gt;zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to update sooooon (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-7179818403510879043?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7179818403510879043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7179818403510879043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='selamat hari raya'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8965490170410713630</id><published>2008-08-25T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:06:28.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been awhile since i last wrote smth down.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;more than a month actually.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, everyday's becoming a routine for me.&lt;br /&gt;except for some surprises now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some may wonder if my blog is totally dead.&lt;br /&gt;well, truth be told, i myself wondered if dat's what happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its too saddening to just close down this blog after using it for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now, the blog's still very much alive.&lt;br /&gt;i will make an effort to try and blog more often den now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to write down everything that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;but i just find that sometimes too much details will be a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just keep it short n simple.&lt;br /&gt;life's been rather normal.&lt;br /&gt;nth out of the ordinary happened.&lt;br /&gt;well, i miss my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i get to see them more often.&lt;br /&gt;aini's told me quite a shocking but great news.&lt;br /&gt;rawaidah's starting her new job too. yey.&lt;br /&gt;hamx's hair has grown longer. yippee!&lt;br /&gt;my db babes are busy with their things in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;n of cos, who can blame them.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm supposedly always busy too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other den that, am eagerly waiting for the month of ramadan.&lt;br /&gt;i can say that now as i grew much older, i'm loving ramadan more than syawal.&lt;br /&gt;syawal used to be the month me n my sis waited for.&lt;br /&gt;the month when we ended our fast.&lt;br /&gt;the month when we can feast all we want.&lt;br /&gt;n not forgetting, the month when our pockets are filled with green packets.&lt;br /&gt;but now, ramadan holds more of an importance to me.&lt;br /&gt;the month when i can atone for my sin much more.&lt;br /&gt;the month when i will do my religious biddings more.&lt;br /&gt;n the month when i do not just abstain from food, but all the undesirable behaviours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there u have it.&lt;br /&gt;the post that comes once in a month?&lt;br /&gt;i hope that it was entertaining enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh don worry.&lt;br /&gt;if i ever close down tis blog, i'll be sure to haf a grand closing ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;to commemorate the closeness i feel to it.&lt;br /&gt;(of cos, i cant beat the Beijing Olympics Closing ceremony, can i?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.&lt;br /&gt;happy reading, babes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8965490170410713630?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8965490170410713630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8965490170410713630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-awhile-since-i-last-wrote-smth.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-6150063189271576677</id><published>2008-07-22T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:14:07.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tmr's a whole new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i'll be starting afresh tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully everything goes well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insyallah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-6150063189271576677?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/6150063189271576677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/6150063189271576677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-tmrs-whole-new-day.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8679244656138982500</id><published>2008-07-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:55:13.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the cough's been on and off since the end of last month.&lt;br /&gt;very sucky indeed.&lt;br /&gt;finally went to see a doctor on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;due to my teammates' urges. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctor said too much phlegm in the lungs.&lt;br /&gt;but the chest pain is nth to worry abt.&lt;br /&gt;so given a ten days MC from trg.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must recover quickly.&lt;br /&gt;so can get back to trg faster.&lt;br /&gt;i miss trg can. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;planning to make cycling a weekly affair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or at least, a bi-weekly thing (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8679244656138982500?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8679244656138982500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8679244656138982500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/07/coughs-been-on-and-off-since-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4470038919385378847</id><published>2008-07-11T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:46:23.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy</title><content type='html'>haven been sleeping well this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wed nite, me n mom spent the whole nite at nuh.&lt;br /&gt;tanx to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;she was having stomach cramps the whole week last week.&lt;br /&gt;brought her to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;given medicine and she was ok.&lt;br /&gt;but she was wailing on wed nite.&lt;br /&gt;really crying like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;dad asked me to bring her to a 24-hr clinic.&lt;br /&gt;but i told mom to just bring her to A&amp;amp;E.&lt;br /&gt;cos i bet doctors will refer her to any hosp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went A&amp;amp;E.&lt;br /&gt;went thru alot of scans n tests.&lt;br /&gt;den she got warded.&lt;br /&gt;ard 3.30am, the doctor informed us she had to haf an op.&lt;br /&gt;so we waited till 7am.&lt;br /&gt;slept awhile at the lobby but cant really slp.&lt;br /&gt;dad came by at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;sis ended her op at 7.&lt;br /&gt;went to see her awhile.&lt;br /&gt;den went hm since we cant see the doctor or accompany her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch some slp.&lt;br /&gt;den went to the hosp again.&lt;br /&gt;it was really a hectic day.&lt;br /&gt;cldnt slp. or do anything for dat matter.&lt;br /&gt;but glad dat sis alright nw.&lt;br /&gt;she's been discharged n she's abit better nw.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully she'll learnt some lesson here! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw today's my last day at WGS.&lt;br /&gt;was kind of anticipating it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos i cant wait for a new environment.&lt;br /&gt;but nw dat it happened, i admit that i feel kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;that bittersweet feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4470038919385378847?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4470038919385378847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4470038919385378847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepy.html' title='sleepy'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-6844547561507014101</id><published>2008-07-03T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:04:40.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>the blog's been non-existent for awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;blame it on the laziness.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that went on these past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;sch term started again on the 23rd of june.&lt;br /&gt;so back to work again.&lt;br /&gt;but for only 3 weeks tis time.&lt;br /&gt;yey! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the June Race was just over.&lt;br /&gt;last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of racing is gooooood!&lt;br /&gt;though i haven been training as regularly as i shd.&lt;br /&gt;will be back for more after the break (:&lt;br /&gt;the guys got silver and bronze for the InterClub category.&lt;br /&gt;mixed, womens and mens went into semis.&lt;br /&gt;after dat, post-race dinner was on.&lt;br /&gt;very rowdy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;but nice! (:&lt;br /&gt;btw NUS womens team won the PM cup for the womens category.&lt;br /&gt;n NTU guys won the cup for the mens category. (:&lt;br /&gt;oh. met daniel hu there.&lt;br /&gt;rowed for safsa.&lt;br /&gt;OCS dragonboat club. hah.&lt;br /&gt;he looked so noob can!&lt;br /&gt;cos of his hair.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;hamx n me had a whale of time laughing at him.&lt;br /&gt;he got a recruit haircut by accident.&lt;br /&gt;stupid? haha.&lt;br /&gt;and he's nw like best frens with my poly classmate, jerome.&lt;br /&gt;wat a small world.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;n ppl might mistake them for gays can.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i see one of them, i'll see the other one as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;i saw weizheng too.&lt;br /&gt;rowing for the same team as them.&lt;br /&gt;n he announced to everyone else that we shared the same birthdate.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;its reali fun to see all the ppl u haven seen for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh noe wat?&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought that the national language is English,&lt;br /&gt;the otherwise happened.&lt;br /&gt;i was quite taken aback when smth like tis happened on Tues.&lt;br /&gt;was queueing up to pay some bills.&lt;br /&gt;saw two people conversing.&lt;br /&gt;an Indian man and a Chinese woman.&lt;br /&gt;n guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;the medium of language that they used was Malay language!&lt;br /&gt;i felt that the whole scenario was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok. random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC day was two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;happ NCC day to all!&lt;br /&gt;especially to my babes.&lt;br /&gt;n to the pioneer batch of supernumeraries too!&lt;br /&gt;i miss all of u can! ):&lt;br /&gt;i miss all those times too.&lt;br /&gt;boohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored in sch nw.&lt;br /&gt;its my only break nw and i'm still given relief work.&lt;br /&gt;so much for their promises.&lt;br /&gt;quoted: "we wont be giving u anymore relief work for tis term".&lt;br /&gt;bull shit. just a lip service.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;next week's the last week!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. contract teaching's starting on the 21st.&lt;br /&gt;dunno which sch yet.&lt;br /&gt;but hopefully its near the hse!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;will blog more&lt;br /&gt;bye loves (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-6844547561507014101?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/6844547561507014101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/6844547561507014101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-5127003340774404037</id><published>2008-06-16T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:38:06.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been through alot these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;tanx to HIM for giving me the strength to go thru all of these.&lt;br /&gt;tanx to everyone who were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;my granddad's finally out of ICU last week.&lt;br /&gt;the surgery went ok.&lt;br /&gt;been to the hospital to and fro almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully he'll be out soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;sch's opening sooon.&lt;br /&gt;having mixed feelings abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i'm at lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is there really freedom of speech?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-5127003340774404037?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5127003340774404037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5127003340774404037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-through-alot-these-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2253167889901655800</id><published>2008-06-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:44:41.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is one of my happiest day in my whole life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received the letter of offer of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;my wish n prayers n true!&lt;br /&gt;after sooooo very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the Almighty for granting me my wish.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, to everyone else who always kept me in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;i love u babes! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's not much words to describe how i feel right now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2253167889901655800?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2253167889901655800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2253167889901655800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-is-one-of-my-happiest-day-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8941656612891213916</id><published>2008-06-02T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:37:52.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 minutes by Madonna &amp;amp; JT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the new running song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song's really good for running.&lt;br /&gt;the beats keep you going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally do not really like the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;no offence; just not my kind of favourite celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to admit this song's niceeee.&lt;br /&gt;it has that catchy tune that makes u want to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ran just nw.&lt;br /&gt;to this song.&lt;br /&gt;n it really kept me going.&lt;br /&gt;don ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;it just do.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: random post. don bother to read if u don like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8941656612891213916?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8941656612891213916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8941656612891213916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/06/4-minutes-by-madonna-jt-new-running.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-6180910217690854110</id><published>2008-05-30T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:21:09.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the blog's almost dead.&lt;br /&gt;cos i've been busy with other things.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i lost my phone quite recently.&lt;br /&gt;so if u happen to read tis, do sms me ur no ya.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still using the 927_____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for channel U's u are the one show on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;be one of the guest judges.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;along with a few teammates.&lt;br /&gt;van, eunice, candice, jane, hsing yee n doreen.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;n crazy too!&lt;br /&gt;at first, i was just nonchalant.&lt;br /&gt;cos i felt that its just another reality show.&lt;br /&gt;but after the show got started, i became high. hah!&lt;br /&gt;tanx to jane, van n candice. ;p&lt;br /&gt;the guys in the show wasnt all good-looking.&lt;br /&gt;but there's two who caught my attention right away.&lt;br /&gt;they're just hot! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=garvil.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/garvil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Garvil Sarkos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zhenhhuan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/zhenhhuan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Zhang Zhen Huan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;they're realli hot ok.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;n of cos, these two are in the final 4 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;went for the sch's sec2 adventure camp last weekend too.&lt;br /&gt;was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;i reali miss goin for all the camps.&lt;br /&gt;boohooo.&lt;br /&gt;no words to describe how much i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aini (one of the besties) left for Mecca with the family today.&lt;br /&gt;praying she'll haf a safe journey to n fro.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss her alot. (even if it's only for 10days)&lt;br /&gt;she stood by me through thick n thin.&lt;br /&gt;on worst days and on good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;my other besties do that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but as of nw, thay are all missing from my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see her off at the airport just nw.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite saddening.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. will be seeing her in 10 days. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that pretty much sums up the happenings in my life.&lt;br /&gt;it isn't much but then, it's my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oooooo. did i mention i love Popeye's to bits? heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-6180910217690854110?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/6180910217690854110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/6180910217690854110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/05/blogs-almost-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-5924582804929206813</id><published>2008-05-13T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:57:53.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneezing like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-5924582804929206813?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5924582804929206813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5924582804929206813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-sick-now.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-3309653440626807774</id><published>2008-05-05T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:18:53.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tons of markings to be done.&lt;br /&gt;and its nt MCQs or structured questions!&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something's on.&lt;br /&gt;this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope n pray that the result will be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-3309653440626807774?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3309653440626807774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3309653440626807774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/05/tons-of-markings-to-be-done.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-6599823870383398413</id><published>2008-04-23T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:15:11.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish that life is all about ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green grasses&lt;br /&gt;beautiful white clouds&lt;br /&gt;blue, blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck, who am i kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life will never be the way i want it to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-6599823870383398413?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/6599823870383398413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/6599823870383398413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wish-that-life-is-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-5045652365780085350</id><published>2008-04-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:30:35.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i read huiting's blog the other day.&lt;br /&gt;n i reali felt sad and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they celebrated van's 22nd bday.&lt;br /&gt;n it really looked like the girls' outing.&lt;br /&gt;but only i wasnt told abt it.&lt;br /&gt;or informed.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its cos of the food.&lt;br /&gt;but i still can be there rite?&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe tis is random.&lt;br /&gt;but i just reali felt sad, upset and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-5045652365780085350?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5045652365780085350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5045652365780085350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-read-huitings-blog-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8395024328203090196</id><published>2008-04-15T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:09:36.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, IBU! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may all ur wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;may u be happy always.&lt;br /&gt;and may ALLAH bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8395024328203090196?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8395024328203090196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8395024328203090196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-ibu-3-may-all-ur-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8773817657288074686</id><published>2008-04-04T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:48:20.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=comelEdit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="345" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/comelEdit.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest cat passed away.&lt;br /&gt;i've written down what happened here.&lt;br /&gt;but STUPID BLOGGER decided to die on me.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;farking Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update again what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8773817657288074686?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8773817657288074686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8773817657288074686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dearest-cat-passed-away.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2644414912383361381</id><published>2008-03-25T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:20:27.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current mp3 player died on me yest!&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;but yes, it had served me well.&lt;br /&gt;for 3++ yrs.&lt;br /&gt;till it broke into two.&lt;br /&gt;but smart me put it back together with a tape.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm really getting the new mp3 player, as said.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, not the pink one.&lt;br /&gt;sooo not my colour.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just blogging to express my frustration over the mp3.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, i felt sad.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok peeps.&lt;br /&gt;got to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;cya! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even the best ; falls down sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2644414912383361381?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2644414912383361381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2644414912383361381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-3859852203028715621</id><published>2008-03-24T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:50:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm turning 21 soon.&lt;br /&gt;in 7 days, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the so-called age to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's so impt abt birthdays?&lt;br /&gt;i guess, its merely the day when u turn a year older.&lt;br /&gt;older, wiser. yups.&lt;br /&gt;when ur younger, birthdays are the most exciting.&lt;br /&gt;cos its the day u receive tons of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;but when ur older, it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;though surprises wouldnt hurt too! ;p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my most memorable bday wld be the 19th one.&lt;br /&gt;was having attachment.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;my poly frens bought cake to the office!&lt;br /&gt;so sweet rite.&lt;br /&gt;n yes, they bought me gifts too.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet up wif the Ncc peeps after work.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, everyone was busy.&lt;br /&gt;and then, they had a surprise celebration for me!&lt;br /&gt;yey. heh.&lt;br /&gt;wont go into details.&lt;br /&gt;den when i reach hm, the family is waiting with a cake too!&lt;br /&gt;but its really the most memorable bday for me.&lt;br /&gt;cos its the day where i've got 3 bday cakes!&lt;br /&gt;hah. but dats nt the point, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just abt how much ppl cared to rmb ur bday.&lt;br /&gt;n u'll be happy for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'm nt asking for gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i wldnt mind them either. heh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this yr, i'm goin to buy gifts for myself.&lt;br /&gt;get the 2GB Creative Zen Stone Plus Mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;eyeing a new phone. heh.&lt;br /&gt;and some other random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. nini said she oreadi got smth for me.&lt;br /&gt;so i told her dat if its nt the Harry Potter book or the new cap i want, i wont want any.&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;n she told me nt to be choosy. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with the poly frens on sat.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;i tink the last time i saw them was on the day we graduated.&lt;br /&gt;sooo last year.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had quite sucky day at sch today.&lt;br /&gt;but talking to mr heng after sch brightens up my day.&lt;br /&gt;yey. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;just so u ppl noe.&lt;br /&gt;even if i havent sms u.&lt;br /&gt;or give u a call.&lt;br /&gt;or even say hi to u on msn.&lt;br /&gt;its nt cos i don bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;its cos i'm too caught wif things ard here.&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;but don worry,&lt;br /&gt;just letting u noe, i miss u babes! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-3859852203028715621?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3859852203028715621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3859852203028715621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-turning-21-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8210182005465624746</id><published>2008-03-20T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:02:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i have not been updating.&lt;br /&gt;was utterly busy.&lt;br /&gt;work sucks.&lt;br /&gt;like who wont agree, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a breakdown yest.&lt;br /&gt;the first one in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;n this time, i reali feel like quitting.&lt;br /&gt;talked to the ppl who are close to me.&lt;br /&gt;some said i shd go if i wan to.&lt;br /&gt;some said i shd hang on abit there.&lt;br /&gt;talked to mom.&lt;br /&gt;she said i shd stay.&lt;br /&gt;hang on abit.&lt;br /&gt;talked to RSM today.&lt;br /&gt;n he said, yes. i shd stay too.&lt;br /&gt;he noes i'm made of stronger stuffs than tis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;but Sir's words made the greatest impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;(of cos, my mom's too. but dats besides the point).&lt;br /&gt;i did a reflection. n i agree.&lt;br /&gt;i'm usually strong.&lt;br /&gt;so why do i haf to back down for tis?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i lost a part of me somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;the part where i fight n never give up.&lt;br /&gt;i made a promise dat i'll find it back.&lt;br /&gt;n fight relentlessly till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest ppl who had always believed in me,&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for every bit of support u gave me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for giving me great advices.&lt;br /&gt;n nt forgetting, thank you for always being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8210182005465624746?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8210182005465624746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8210182005465624746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-have-not-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2239581463645735422</id><published>2008-03-05T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:15:46.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F4iBSrHa_Pc/R85-cWVD-BI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5CO_K6SBCY8/s1600-h/DSC00474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174212047390636050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F4iBSrHa_Pc/R85-cWVD-BI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5CO_K6SBCY8/s320/DSC00474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F4iBSrHa_Pc/R85-fWVD-CI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tSQ7l-Q5_qE/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174212098930243618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F4iBSrHa_Pc/R85-fWVD-CI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tSQ7l-Q5_qE/s320/DSC00475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw tis on my table on monday morning when i got to sch.&lt;br /&gt;a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, mr heng came back to sch on sat to clear his stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;n left me all tis.&lt;br /&gt;so sweet rite.&lt;br /&gt;just letting u noe.&lt;br /&gt;mr heng is tis 30-ish yr old science teacher in the sch.&lt;br /&gt;he just resigned from the teaching line.&lt;br /&gt;mr heng sounds old but we're just used to calling him dat.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;everyone else was jealous cos mr heng left ME (ONLY) sweets n chocs.&lt;br /&gt;(read: everyone includes rezuan, fizah n yin shih. hah)&lt;br /&gt;so mr heng sort of lifted my mood on monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;no monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;n of cos, ppl like him always tink they're cool n good looking.&lt;br /&gt;so he signed off as Mr Hengsome.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;anw yes, i just wan to blog abt tis.&lt;br /&gt;dat mr heng made my day on monday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if mr heng isn't married yet, i'd probably have a huge crush on him. heh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2239581463645735422?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2239581463645735422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2239581463645735422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/03/saw-tis-on-my-table-on-monday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F4iBSrHa_Pc/R85-cWVD-BI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5CO_K6SBCY8/s72-c/DSC00474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4313725718316082342</id><published>2008-02-28T09:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:14:28.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in sch right nw.&lt;br /&gt;feeling the need to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lack of updates is due to the fact that there's nth much dat happened.&lt;br /&gt;its just work n work n work everyday.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;but thankfully, i've decided to drop one of my tutee.&lt;br /&gt;cos he's really impossible.&lt;br /&gt;he's taking o-levels tis yr.&lt;br /&gt;and he expects me to spoonfeed him with answers ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i'll get to do the things that i want to do again.&lt;br /&gt;but just couldnt find the time to.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that giving two tuitions on top of working can be very taxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;especially if the tutee don put in effort at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;i havent announce officially that i've finally passed my TP.&lt;br /&gt;nt very good.&lt;br /&gt;but i passed. (:&lt;br /&gt;my instructors said dat as long as i pass, who cares abt the points?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i truly miss them.&lt;br /&gt;haven got the time to get them a thank-you gift yet.&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;class is starting in 3more mins.&lt;br /&gt;got to go.&lt;br /&gt;blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;love you babes (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4313725718316082342?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4313725718316082342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4313725718316082342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-sch-right-nw.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-3065598668998321639</id><published>2008-02-24T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:12:51.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever felt like you are not important to someone anymore?&lt;br /&gt;but because you have smth that they wan,&lt;br /&gt;you're suddenly their favourite person in the whole wide world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's exactly how i'm feeling rite nw.&lt;br /&gt;i wont go into details.&lt;br /&gt;but i tink these ppl are just sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart isnt there anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-3065598668998321639?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3065598668998321639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3065598668998321639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-you-ever-felt-like-you-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-5627433935189168869</id><published>2008-02-19T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:42:43.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND SOOOOO.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MADE&lt;/span&gt; it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wheeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third time.&lt;br /&gt;they say &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;third time's lucky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-5627433935189168869?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5627433935189168869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5627433935189168869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-sooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2798047032427480581</id><published>2008-02-18T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:13:40.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAKE IT. OR BREAK IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear lisa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have to make it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;believe in yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you can do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2798047032427480581?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2798047032427480581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2798047032427480581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8657528653650560343</id><published>2008-02-07T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:50:09.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>apparently, i am someone's role model in the team.&lt;br /&gt;is that cool or wat.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for trg on tues.&lt;br /&gt;just finish my sets of weights.&lt;br /&gt;den tis new guy came up to me n said:&lt;br /&gt;heys. my name's alvin. ur my role model. i wan to do weights like u do.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;its just funny.&lt;br /&gt;nv thought i cld be someone's role model.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cool down, the coach made us do this left-right dumbbells.&lt;br /&gt;so The Mat just had to tease me.&lt;br /&gt;he said: eh minah. cepat siket la buat.&lt;br /&gt;which means he asked me to do faster.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;oh. he's chinese.&lt;br /&gt;but i just take pleasure in calling him Mat.&lt;br /&gt;cos he's reali like a mat.&lt;br /&gt;tapered jeans.&lt;br /&gt;speak mly.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;so in return, he calls me minah.&lt;br /&gt;annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;to all the chinese friends out there,&lt;br /&gt;here's wishing u a happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;haf a prosperous year ahead! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8657528653650560343?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8657528653650560343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8657528653650560343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/apparently-i-am-someones-role-model-in.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4960988381261655850</id><published>2008-01-29T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:08:56.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for trg on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;n boy, i reali missed it!&lt;br /&gt;it feels good to be back! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everywhere i turned or every face dat i said hi to,&lt;br /&gt;they went: wahhhh! so long nv see u oreadi.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i noe, i noe.&lt;br /&gt;i've been missing.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm back oreadi can.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw alot of new ppl whom i've NEVER seen before.&lt;br /&gt;the girls.&lt;br /&gt;enough for one big boat.&lt;br /&gt;so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don worry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back for good.&lt;br /&gt;my seat will always be my seat (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4960988381261655850?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4960988381261655850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4960988381261655850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/01/went-for-trg-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2110771458708920909</id><published>2008-01-27T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:28:33.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've been missing trgs.&lt;br /&gt;wats new rite?&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for self-trg on friday.&lt;br /&gt;n it reali proves dat i need to get back n train.&lt;br /&gt;till nw, my knees are hurting like hell. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;my throat hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is sucky.&lt;br /&gt;cos the students are.&lt;br /&gt;its at times like tis dat i wish i'm back at RSS.&lt;br /&gt;rite, aney?&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for wk6 of sch.&lt;br /&gt;cos it'll be the CNY hols.&lt;br /&gt;yey-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i don haf to work so hard.&lt;br /&gt;its frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to rant.&lt;br /&gt;don wan to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;f-off for all i care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2110771458708920909?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2110771458708920909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2110771458708920909'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's reali alot of things in my life dat i'm missing rite nw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for one, i reali miss training alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the running. the rowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n nw, i'm back to zero stamina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it reali sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss ncc toooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i'm nt actively involved anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still updated occasionally of the ongoings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i reali miss ncc alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a part of me for 7++++ yrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how can i forget it just like dat rite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work's hectic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it made me tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n gives me the sucky feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making me miss out on all the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the things i want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did i say i don miss work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-659917095298272121?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/659917095298272121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/659917095298272121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/01/theres-reali-alot-of-things-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F4iBSrHa_Pc/R5DBmOA5v8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/lsk2D0YItko/s72-c/DSC00437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-9047109288125153564</id><published>2008-01-17T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:44:32.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh ):</title><content type='html'>life's been mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day in and day out, its all the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work never seems to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i do in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and work made me very, very, very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n easily irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, go on n piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-9047109288125153564?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i was like -.-&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt many ppl at trg today.&lt;br /&gt;cos alot are at bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;there's four girls.&lt;br /&gt;me, van, jane n kaira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trg was torturous.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get back into focus.&lt;br /&gt;all the stamina is gone!&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;my back muscle is aching nw.&lt;br /&gt;which means i've used it rite?&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;dats it for nw.&lt;br /&gt;nth much to blog abt.&lt;br /&gt;life's been miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8396616598054238827?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8396616598054238827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5813193795825781694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5813193795825781694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/01/even-heroes-have-right-to-bleed.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8819436895957837208</id><published>2008-01-07T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:46:15.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wan to curl up in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wan to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wan to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wan to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate failing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8819436895957837208?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8819436895957837208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8819436895957837208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-wan-to-curl-up-in-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4149444305304335150</id><published>2008-01-05T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T20:39:33.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year</title><content type='html'>happy new year, babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm abit late in the wishing.&lt;br /&gt;been pretty hectic.&lt;br /&gt;first week of sch.&lt;br /&gt;n i fell sick.&lt;br /&gt;so nw i'm as sick as a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i even missed wenjie's wedding today.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i saw the couple tis morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest, i saw rawaidah.&lt;br /&gt;n she said i looked like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;today, yanming said i don sound ok on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;but den, someone just had to ask me:&lt;br /&gt;eh how come u always fall sick laaa?&lt;br /&gt;sick for soooooo long.&lt;br /&gt;tanx for ur concern ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for my last prac yest.&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired n sick dat i cldnt drive properly.&lt;br /&gt;even he said dat my driving yest was abit off.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i kept on hitting kerb.&lt;br /&gt;i was so out of focus dat i saw a straight-going car turning.&lt;br /&gt;n i happily wanted to turn too.&lt;br /&gt;so i almost caused an accident for us.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;tis taxi almost hit us from behind.&lt;br /&gt;cos he wanted to inch into my lane.&lt;br /&gt;without signalling.&lt;br /&gt;so stupid can.&lt;br /&gt;so he made me change lane n stopped beside the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;n guess wat he did?&lt;br /&gt;he pointed his middle finger to the cabbie.&lt;br /&gt;TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the lesson, he dropped me off at the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;hope its a good sign?&lt;br /&gt;cos the first time he did dat was my first ever lesson wif him.&lt;br /&gt;but he made my day yest.&lt;br /&gt;tanx (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth much today.&lt;br /&gt;had tuition.&lt;br /&gt;went back to sch cos needed to get stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;after dat, stayed at hm n continue being sick.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish work wont be so hectic.&lt;br /&gt;i'm working on my stuffs nw as i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;its oni the first week n i feel like i oreadi need a break!&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4149444305304335150?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4149444305304335150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4149444305304335150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-5031381131698900425</id><published>2007-12-29T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:44:04.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven updated for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was busy wif some things or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffs happened.&lt;br /&gt;ppl come n go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;just after the demise of the 5 dragonboaters,&lt;br /&gt;which left me very very sad,&lt;br /&gt;one of my sec sch classmate of 4 yrs passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;raymond koh meng qi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed away two days before hari raya haji.&lt;br /&gt;was utterly shocked when i heard the news.&lt;br /&gt;jannah called me dat nite n told me abt it.&lt;br /&gt;mark told her.&lt;br /&gt;i told fariha, richard n suhaimi.&lt;br /&gt;on dat friday itself, me, fariha n rachel went to the wake.&lt;br /&gt;its so very saddening to see him lying in the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;its so unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;i cried cos i cldnt control myself.&lt;br /&gt;he became very bloated, nt like the raymond i knew.&lt;br /&gt;his cousin told us dat he was bloated cos of the meds they gave him.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, he had fever for 12days.&lt;br /&gt;den went into coma for the next 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;after dat, it led to brain damage.&lt;br /&gt;he's doin his OCS trg nw.&lt;br /&gt;n just signed on wif the Navy.&lt;br /&gt;which explains why he was donned in the NO1 uniform.&lt;br /&gt;he's the only son in the family n also, the eldest.&lt;br /&gt;had 3 younger sisters.&lt;br /&gt;two of whom, we saw, looks EXACTLY like him.&lt;br /&gt;its reali heartbreaking to hear all tis from the cousin.&lt;br /&gt;he was my classmate for 4 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;he stayed so near me! ):&lt;br /&gt;he was a very nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;i don wan to describe anymore.&lt;br /&gt;cos i wld just be so sad n cry again at the thoughts of him.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed the x'mas celebration wif the team.&lt;br /&gt;cos stayed in to accompany my mom.&lt;br /&gt;since no one's at hm.&lt;br /&gt;they booked a hotel suite to party.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been missing trg.&lt;br /&gt;last thurs was hari raya haji.&lt;br /&gt;den sunday was lt fadli's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;tis tues was x'mas.&lt;br /&gt;i sprained my ankle on thurs morning.&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;attended lt fadli's wedding last wk.&lt;br /&gt;met up wif firdaus n company.&lt;br /&gt;its soooo good to see those ppl again! (:&lt;br /&gt;its been reali long since we last see each other.&lt;br /&gt;lt ye. sgt kelvin. sgt pan. sgt eugene. n lots more!&lt;br /&gt;n of cos, junhong came too.&lt;br /&gt;but den, i see him like every other day?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but we had fun at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;cos got to catch up abit wif each other.&lt;br /&gt;took photos.&lt;br /&gt;looked at the wedding procession.&lt;br /&gt;its abit different from other weddings i've attended.&lt;br /&gt;but the food wasnt dat nice!&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;we got to take pics wif the couple.&lt;br /&gt;yey.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw after much much contemplation,&lt;br /&gt;i finally made my choice.&lt;br /&gt;i'm goin back to wgs next yr.&lt;br /&gt;teaching eng n lit.&lt;br /&gt;fixed classes.&lt;br /&gt;it wont be quite the same though.&lt;br /&gt;cos arul, daya n shukor wont be there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;but i still haf fiza, rezuan n azleen!&lt;br /&gt;yes, she's back in wgs.&lt;br /&gt;yey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;we went to kak mas's (our HOD) hse today.&lt;br /&gt;hse warming-cum-son's bday.&lt;br /&gt;she just moved.&lt;br /&gt;n i tell u, her hse is soooooo damn nice can!&lt;br /&gt;reali.&lt;br /&gt;i tink everyone's impressed laa.&lt;br /&gt;n of cos, her son is cute.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;the food's nice tooo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. oh.&lt;br /&gt;went driving yest.&lt;br /&gt;did evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;got 10pts for it.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;again, we went on a road spree?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;n we realised dat 100mins is too short for us.&lt;br /&gt;hah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;some of the events dat happened made me realised&lt;br /&gt;dat life is very very unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;it can be all happy moments today&lt;br /&gt;n it'll be a totally different story the next.&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning to appreciate life more.&lt;br /&gt;n be thankful for everything n everyone i've got.&lt;br /&gt;live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;cos i realised dat life is too short to make too many mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tink i've wrote long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pardon me for writing in non-sequence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wrote whatever dat comes to mind first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-5031381131698900425?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5031381131698900425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5031381131698900425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/12/haven-updated-for-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4704554919272888141</id><published>2007-12-15T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:08:50.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>again.&lt;br /&gt;driving yest was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;i like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a revision lesson.&lt;br /&gt;but since there's nth much to revise, we drove ard.&lt;br /&gt;did a course of circuit n we left bbdc.&lt;br /&gt;agreed dat the same old routes are boring.&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to explore some place else.&lt;br /&gt;and my!&lt;br /&gt;its soooo coool!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jurong.&lt;br /&gt;passed IMM.&lt;br /&gt;passed all those buildings there.&lt;br /&gt;he wasnt sure of the roads dat much.&lt;br /&gt;so he said: if we hit the e-way, we'll excahnge seats ok?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;we managed to stay off the e-way.&lt;br /&gt;went back to bukit batok area.&lt;br /&gt;den ventured into bukit timah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis stupid car cut into my lane (without signalling) just when we were abt to enter the tunnel at the flyover.&lt;br /&gt;she even flashed her stupid high beam at us.&lt;br /&gt;so he taught me how to do dat back at her.&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;driving at 70km/h on the flyover is soooo awesome.&lt;br /&gt;drove passed NP.&lt;br /&gt;my alma mater (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove by SP.&lt;br /&gt;den clementi.&lt;br /&gt;we were on the most left lane.&lt;br /&gt;which has a go straight n turn left arrow on it.&lt;br /&gt;den the turn left light flashed.&lt;br /&gt;n the stupid driver horned (ALOT OF TIMES) at us la!!!&lt;br /&gt;wtf can.&lt;br /&gt;n tis stupid taxi beside it horned at us too.&lt;br /&gt;like hello!&lt;br /&gt;wats ur freaking problem?? ur nt even in the same lane.&lt;br /&gt;so we gave way n turned left.&lt;br /&gt;soooooooo stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dat, we made our way back to jurong.&lt;br /&gt;he said dat the next person who bullied us, we'll just horned at them.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, no one dared to.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;reached bukit batok again n it started raining sooooo heavily!&lt;br /&gt;turned on the wiper n still cant see the road at all.&lt;br /&gt;was abit scared but i overcame it (:&lt;br /&gt;back to bbdc.&lt;br /&gt;n it just made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said in his two yrs of teaching, i'm the first student he ever brought out to places besides the test route.&lt;br /&gt;its cos he trust my driving n dat i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so honoured!&lt;br /&gt;wat can i say?&lt;br /&gt;i'm just his favourite student.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were subjected to road bullying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just because the car has the L plate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fark all of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but at the end of the day, i learnt smth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when u learn ur theories, horns are for alerting others of danger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when ur a qualified driver, horns are to show aggression n anger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come on ppl! where's ur brains?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4704554919272888141?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4704554919272888141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4704554919272888141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/12/again.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-44988562346730586</id><published>2007-12-14T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:38:07.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dreamt of _______ last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it went like tis:&lt;br /&gt;i just ended land trg.&lt;br /&gt;he waited for me, so he cld walk me to the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;we talked n walked.&lt;br /&gt;after awhile we had to cross the road to get to the int.&lt;br /&gt;jaywalked instead of using the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;the road seems to be clear.&lt;br /&gt;but just when we started jaywalking, a car came at very fast speed.&lt;br /&gt;i cldnt reali run cos i hurt my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;n he held my hand n run wif me.&lt;br /&gt;he let go of my hand only after we reach the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of awkward but he just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;i went to wait for the train.&lt;br /&gt;n he left for his own bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe tis is a very random dream.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems real.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but it actually scares me abit.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-44988562346730586?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/44988562346730586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/44988562346730586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dreamt-of-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-3830982624677579671</id><published>2007-12-08T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:50:18.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>driving wif a certain 26yr-old beside me can be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was entertaining, funny n irritating-in-a-fun-way.&lt;br /&gt;he kept changing gear for me when i forgot to change back to first gear.&lt;br /&gt;he tore the used evaluation papers to small bits to put them back in the empty chewing gum bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the highlight for yest was when he played wif the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;we were in the circuit.&lt;br /&gt;he on the aircon to full blast.&lt;br /&gt;den turned it down.&lt;br /&gt;i kept telling him to stop n he imitated me. (grrr.)&lt;br /&gt;n he misted up the whole car!&lt;br /&gt;he made me do the parallel parking n i cant even see the sighting point.&lt;br /&gt;den the both of us laughed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to the road.&lt;br /&gt;he wiped the rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;cos he tinks dat very impt.&lt;br /&gt;i was like: hello! den why did u mist up the whole car?&lt;br /&gt;den he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 26yr-old actually takes joy in misting up the whole car.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'm nt so innocent either.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was laughing alot in the car.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat can i say?&lt;br /&gt;my instructor's just the best! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-3830982624677579671?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3830982624677579671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3830982624677579671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/12/driving-wif-certain-26yr-old-beside-me.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-3300817102859755616</id><published>2007-12-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:55:56.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;so my arms are really killing me rite nw.&lt;br /&gt;reali reali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coach made us do new weights regime.&lt;br /&gt;n i reali feel like my arms falling off soon.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even bend them properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt forgetting the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;the blades are reali hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls just let me be in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-3300817102859755616?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3300817102859755616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3300817102859755616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-6152651287543564425</id><published>2007-12-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:57:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i finally made my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been putting it long enough.&lt;br /&gt;had to weigh the pros n cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink i'm making the right decisions.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just glad to get the support from the loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-6152651287543564425?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/6152651287543564425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/6152651287543564425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-i-finally-made-my-decision.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2626149702805979873</id><published>2007-11-30T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:59:28.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt slp the most of last night.&lt;br /&gt;nt dat i don wan to.&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my knee's giving me problems.&lt;br /&gt;hurts reali reali bad.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how i toss or turn, i just cant slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw dat i'm awake, its still hurting.&lt;br /&gt;its a piercing pain.&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sooo cold nw.&lt;br /&gt;dat my feet haf become numb too.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wats wrong wif my legs???!!!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2626149702805979873?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2626149702805979873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2626149702805979873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-didnt-slp-most-of-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-503821844333737538</id><published>2007-11-28T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:42:48.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the demise of the 5 rowers has taught me very valuable lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that death is the most unpredictable thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i'm never too young to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that life is very fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we all took alot of advantage on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the fact dat you don care abt others.&lt;br /&gt;oni when u are abt to lose them do you realise&lt;br /&gt;dat u have never give a damn abt them&lt;br /&gt;and start to appreciate them more.&lt;br /&gt;oni when someone is abt to leave you,&lt;br /&gt;u learnt to treasure them more.&lt;br /&gt;n of course.&lt;br /&gt;the fact dat death only comes for the aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;got to noe a fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;took advantage of the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that i'll always see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but when smth bad happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i got worried dat i'll lose him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n i started to appreciate his presence more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n everything else in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just guilty as charged ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-503821844333737538?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/503821844333737538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/503821844333737538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/demise-of-5-rowers-has-taught-me-very.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-7496771419053199401</id><published>2007-11-26T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:13:59.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i felt very saddened over the demise of the 5 N-team rowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;even though i do not noe them personally,&lt;br /&gt;i shd tink dat we haf bump into each other&lt;br /&gt;at least once at races or trg sessions.&lt;br /&gt;i believed dat they're very talented rowers.&lt;br /&gt;or they wldnt make it into the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all i can say is Rest in Peace guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my deepest condolences goes out to their families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the incident left me thinking dat life is short.&lt;br /&gt;too short.&lt;br /&gt;there shdnt be spaces for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;life must be lived to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;note: dear Kelward, i'm glad ur ok. hope to see u sooon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-7496771419053199401?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;i feel fatter nw.&lt;br /&gt;sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish dat the reply wld just come oreadi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;n a good one at dat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-427827081467744023?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/427827081467744023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/427827081467744023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-aunt-just-told-me-today-dat-im.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2906547410755731077</id><published>2007-11-20T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T14:13:34.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WILL MY HAIR JUST GROW LONGER AGAIN NOW????!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;i still hate dat hairdresser.&lt;br /&gt;stupid auntie.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;cutting my hair was the biggest mistake ever.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;right now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm just craving for dat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swiss Miss French Vanilla Cocoa drink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yummmmmmmy.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2906547410755731077?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2906547410755731077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2906547410755731077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/will-my-hair-just-grow-longer-again-now.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8546969616038075567</id><published>2007-11-17T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T21:59:33.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate being jobless.&lt;br /&gt;i'm nt jobless, per say.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just nt teaching nw.&lt;br /&gt;cos its the hols.&lt;br /&gt;will be back at it in jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being jobless makes me feel like an invalid.&lt;br /&gt;at least dats how my parents make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;dad wans me to work fulltime.&lt;br /&gt;nt do relief teaching.&lt;br /&gt;cos he said its nt good.&lt;br /&gt;nt stable.&lt;br /&gt;nt tis. nt dat.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;mom tinks dat i'm a little lazy to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;i hate tis.&lt;br /&gt;tis suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way my parents treat me.&lt;br /&gt;they still treat me like a notorious teen.&lt;br /&gt;fyi, i'm turning 21 in a few months time!&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at the army n navy website just nw.&lt;br /&gt;toying wif the idea of signing on.&lt;br /&gt;but den, i don tink i'm fit enough for tis.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8546969616038075567?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8546969616038075567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8546969616038075567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-being-jobless.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-1643040726787495562</id><published>2007-11-15T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:38:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleahs</title><content type='html'>okays.&lt;br /&gt;so here's some pictorial evidence of my test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DSC00425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test car no 39.&lt;br /&gt;route no 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DSC00415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first page of the assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DSC00423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ONLY mistake in the circuit.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: rolling backwards has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DSC00416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this portion of the page alone has &lt;u&gt;24 points&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;which already failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DSC00417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tester ticked all the wide n sharp turnings box.&lt;br /&gt;i tink he was hoping there was more of those boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DSC00420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tester.&lt;br /&gt;who ravin described as "the man with the moving pen".&lt;br /&gt;cos he ticks the boxes like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DSC00419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the result.&lt;br /&gt;obviously a FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;look at the number of points.&lt;br /&gt;i almost died looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: again, this has &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; happen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DSC00426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the back of my PDL.&lt;br /&gt;which is goin to haf another line written on it.&lt;br /&gt;when i go for my second attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;tis post is written out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;n also, for the clueless ppl.&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;u&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/u&gt; read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;u&gt;KEEP ON&lt;/u&gt; asking if i had passed or failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-1643040726787495562?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/1643040726787495562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/1643040726787495562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/bleahs.html' title='bleahs'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-7553119787748444860</id><published>2007-11-12T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:28:25.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;today's azizah's 2nd attempt for her TP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;n she passed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;CONGRATS BABE! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;n guess wat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she oni got 6points can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dats like so goooooood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;woooohoooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm soooo proud of u! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-hugs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tink a need a break now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from everything in my life rite nw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can i haf a break from reality?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i don haf to wake up from dreams again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but heck, who am i kidding?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-7553119787748444860?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7553119787748444860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7553119787748444860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/todays-azizahs-2nd-attempt-for-her-tp.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2849674358200641007</id><published>2007-11-09T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:28:58.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9th November.&lt;br /&gt;Car no 39.&lt;br /&gt;Test route 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink the number 9 sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nw officially my UNLUCKY number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanx to all who had been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;rawaidah.&lt;br /&gt;azizah.&lt;br /&gt;aini.&lt;br /&gt;hamx.&lt;br /&gt;iskandar.&lt;br /&gt;sum.&lt;br /&gt;mr ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u guys alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2849674358200641007?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2849674358200641007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2849674358200641007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/9th-november.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-5110849067785953047</id><published>2007-11-08T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:11:21.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterflies</title><content type='html'>tmr's THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. my TP.&lt;br /&gt;i'm praying dat it'll be my first n last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sum says he has confidence in me.&lt;br /&gt;mr ting says i shd pass first time.&lt;br /&gt;my dad's anxious.&lt;br /&gt;aini says i shd just be confident.&lt;br /&gt;hamx says i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;iskandar says good luck.&lt;br /&gt;yy says no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the butterflies in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;n it seems like they're multiplying by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;tis feeling is the exact same one i get&lt;br /&gt;everytime just before a race starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the nervousness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the anxiousness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the excitedness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;i shd be calm.&lt;br /&gt;i shd slp early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;but i very much doubt it'll happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ppl.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;i'm prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;but i need some luck n love too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-5110849067785953047?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5110849067785953047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5110849067785953047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/butterflies.html' title='butterflies'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2047050452047277527</id><published>2007-11-07T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:26:30.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hello there ; the angel from my nightmare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2047050452047277527?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2047050452047277527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2047050452047277527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-there-angel-from-my-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4996900519328949206</id><published>2007-11-06T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:59:10.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DSC00555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of rawaidah.&lt;br /&gt;she's being a doll today (ONLY).&lt;br /&gt;got me these from Donuts Factory.&lt;br /&gt;double choc + raspberry dark choc.&lt;br /&gt;tanx babe! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so River Regatta '07 is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;inter-club - GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;veterans - SILVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mens open - 4th in Minor Finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;womens open - 4th in Minor Finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mixed team made it into semis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nt the finals tis time round though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;quite saddening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but we shall train harder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had driving revision today.&lt;br /&gt;quite sucky.&lt;br /&gt;no, make dat very sucky.&lt;br /&gt;got myself a random instructor.&lt;br /&gt;and he TRULY suck.&lt;br /&gt;i wont mind if he scolds me n all.&lt;br /&gt;but guess wat he did?&lt;br /&gt;he sleeps in the car!&lt;br /&gt;slp in the car, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;slp &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SNORE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can!&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i e-braked soooooo many times.&lt;br /&gt;n still he didnt wake up.&lt;br /&gt;like WTF can!&lt;br /&gt;so tis one time.&lt;br /&gt;i purposely change lane abruptly at fast speed.&lt;br /&gt;he woke up n got kancheong.&lt;br /&gt;tried to hold my steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i noe wat i was doin laa.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;den the best part was.&lt;br /&gt;he actually said dat its cos i didnt talk to him&lt;br /&gt;dat he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;did i come for a lesson to talk to him?&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i tink instructors like him shd all just die.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously tink today was a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;n nt forgetting, money!&lt;br /&gt;its like i paid BBDC $59.92 for him to slp.&lt;br /&gt;i tink i'm goin to complain to the cust svc tmr.&lt;br /&gt;asked him to be removed from my pool of instructors.&lt;br /&gt;yups, i shall just do dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's MAMBO JAMBO nite at zouk.&lt;br /&gt;the team's goin.&lt;br /&gt;ok. mostly.&lt;br /&gt;shall i go too?&lt;br /&gt;or shd i just be a good girl n stay at hm?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4996900519328949206?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4996900519328949206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4996900519328949206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/courtesy-of-rawaidah.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-7092584457934079155</id><published>2007-11-05T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:56:26.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haf u ever felt like u dunno ur frens anymore?&lt;br /&gt;who ur true frens are?&lt;br /&gt;who are the real frens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats how exactly i'm feeling rite nw....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-7092584457934079155?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7092584457934079155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7092584457934079155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/haf-u-ever-felt-like-u-dunno-ur-frens.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-1532913265478716180</id><published>2007-11-03T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:36:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randoms</title><content type='html'>so my dream car wld be a &lt;u&gt;mazda rx-8&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its soooo sleek.&lt;br /&gt;n cool.&lt;br /&gt;n of course, sporty.&lt;br /&gt;it wld be VERY NICE to own one.&lt;br /&gt;though i tink i can nv afford it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but just look at it.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO NICE!&lt;br /&gt;n yes, its very very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="421" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/rx8.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but den, i'll be contented wif a &lt;u&gt;Subaru Impreza&lt;/u&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;its soooo coool.&lt;br /&gt;the rims are so shiny.&lt;br /&gt;the car body is just sooo -loves-!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;n nt forgetting, its FAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/impreza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat can i say?&lt;br /&gt;i just LOVE fast cars! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when rawaidah sees tis, she's soooo goin to call me &lt;em&gt;HIGH MAINTENANCE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm nt like her.&lt;br /&gt;miss i-need-a-sedan-car-but-i-wan-honda-city.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;tis is just a random post.&lt;br /&gt;don read it if u tink its a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;bye world (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope tis will never end :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-1532913265478716180?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/1532913265478716180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/1532913265478716180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/randoms.html' title='randoms'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8282071404608748981</id><published>2007-11-02T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:23:02.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day!</title><content type='html'>so River Regatta's here!&lt;br /&gt;in a few hours, dat is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven felt all jittery yet.&lt;br /&gt;but i bet it'll come later.&lt;br /&gt;just when i'm ready to go to slp.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had driving today.&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed it as usual.&lt;br /&gt;told sum i'd be a patient one today.&lt;br /&gt;n i reali proved it to him.&lt;br /&gt;he was quite impressed n happy abt it.&lt;br /&gt;but den, look who's talking?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note:&lt;br /&gt;nw i haf the MOST UGLIEST HAIR in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;truly.&lt;br /&gt;i'm goin to hate the auntie who cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of her life!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8282071404608748981?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8282071404608748981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8282071404608748981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/d-day.html' title='D-Day!'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-7845807236670168968</id><published>2007-10-31T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:48:59.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now playing: the potential break-up song</title><content type='html'>so time has passed even faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regatta's in 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis wk's the start of the sec sch hols.&lt;br /&gt;been catching up on my slp.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow the biological clock don allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;quite frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shd so stop going to causeway point to buy things or so.&lt;br /&gt;every few steps i take, i'll see my students.&lt;br /&gt;n they'll be like "eh cher!!!" *waves*&lt;br /&gt;they just haf to let the whole world noe i'm their teacher.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, THE day is in 9 days!&lt;br /&gt;i shd stop feeling anxious.&lt;br /&gt;or i wont stop having all these dreams.&lt;br /&gt;it scaring the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY, REZUAN! (:&lt;br /&gt;may all ur wishes come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;n may u haf the best bday yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-7845807236670168968?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7845807236670168968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7845807236670168968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-playing-potential-break-up-song.html' title='now playing: the potential break-up song'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-5743865823690553694</id><published>2007-10-27T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:40:43.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdowns. again</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;so River Regatta's in 7 days now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;time seems to pass sooooo fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my first two driving revisions tis week.&lt;br /&gt;sum's supposed to take me.&lt;br /&gt;but he did warm-ups.&lt;br /&gt;so i got mr ting.&lt;br /&gt;i kept stalling engine on wed.&lt;br /&gt;which hasnt happened in such a looooong time.&lt;br /&gt;mr ting asked wat happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: i'm stressed up cos he's beside me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mr ting: its ok. i'm nt pressuring u or anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but towards the end of the lesson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said: make sure u pass ur TP first time ar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: zzzzz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, got mr ting yest.&lt;br /&gt;was driving.&lt;br /&gt;saw mr tang, rawaidah's instructor.&lt;br /&gt;told mr ting dat she passed her TP dat morning.&lt;br /&gt;on her ___ attempt.&lt;br /&gt;den he said smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mr ting: ok. i don care abt other instructors' students.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wan you to pass first time ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: er... okays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for saying dat he don pressure me la.&lt;br /&gt;dats oreadi the second time he said dat same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th of November's the day.&lt;br /&gt;its in exactly 13 days.&lt;br /&gt;dats the day, i'll make it or break it.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm hoping like hell, dat i'm goin to make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-5743865823690553694?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5743865823690553694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5743865823690553694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/10/countdowns-again.html' title='countdowns. again'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8591673754653575588</id><published>2007-10-21T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:15:50.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdowns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;River Regatta's in 13 Days!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a number of things happened in these few days.&lt;br /&gt;wont talk abt them.&lt;br /&gt;but i learnt a few things from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do whatever u feel like doing, before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are lessons for me.&lt;br /&gt;lessons dat i wont forget so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was having the worst migraine ever yest.&lt;br /&gt;i've nv had one like dat before.&lt;br /&gt;my head reali feels like it abt to split open. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;its only 19 Days to the Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i feel dat i'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;but at other times, i just feel like i'm nt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8591673754653575588?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8591673754653575588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8591673754653575588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/10/countdowns.html' title='countdowns!'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4233327413056203443</id><published>2007-10-18T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:36:41.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listening: tiger lily - matchbook romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;9th of November 2007 is the Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;start panicking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;got "suan" by SOMEONE the other day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quoted: &lt;u&gt;rain or shine, trg's still on.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i missed trg on tues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos it reali was raining super duper heavily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant even get out of my hse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;therefore got suan-ed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like hell, i did self-trg ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if u were in my shoes, u'd noe how is it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u tink i wan to miss trg on purpose?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much for ____ _______.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4233327413056203443?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4233327413056203443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4233327413056203443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/10/listening-tiger-lily-matchbook-romance.html' title='listening: tiger lily - matchbook romance'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-7894322700639122140</id><published>2007-10-13T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:11:42.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whatever happens to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm calling just to hear your voice&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note:&lt;br /&gt;i wan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smaller&lt;/span&gt; boobs!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to all the muslim frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm seeking forgiveness for all the wrongdoings committed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;be it bitching, vulgarities or violence (and the list goes on...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;May you ppl enjoy Hari Raya with the loved ones (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-7894322700639122140?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7894322700639122140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7894322700639122140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/10/whatever-happens-to-im-calling-just-to.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8662904179210653755</id><published>2007-10-10T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:30:31.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my knee, deltoids n biceps are screaming for help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven been blogging for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;busy, busy, busy.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;not entirely.&lt;br /&gt;but sch, trg n driving are my thing nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;by the time i feel like blogging, i'm oreadi almost asleep.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth's much goin on rite nw.&lt;br /&gt;its just same old, same old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wan to thank these babes for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;when i felt the suckiest.&lt;br /&gt;hamx -for the comforting hug&lt;br /&gt;waidah - for just being there for me&lt;br /&gt;eunice - for the assurance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love my babes.&lt;br /&gt;they rawk! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hari raya's in like, 3 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somehow i'm nt excited as years before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe its cos i'm older n wiser nw?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but reali.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as much as i'm looking forward to it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a part of me feels its nt as exciting anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i've run out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;there's too much to be said dat i cant put them in words.&lt;br /&gt;but den, some things are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love polka dots! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8662904179210653755?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hr.&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just haf a love-hate relationship wif the sun.&lt;br /&gt;the sun loves me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my teammates though.&lt;br /&gt;they are very nice ppl.&lt;br /&gt;since yest, they were very concerned of my well-being.&lt;br /&gt;candice lent her cap to me.&lt;br /&gt;cos i didnt bring mine.&lt;br /&gt;today they helped pour the cold sea water on me.&lt;br /&gt;cos the sun was too hot.&lt;br /&gt;the heat was too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw ah pau after trg.&lt;br /&gt;she injured the right triceps during her weights trg.&lt;br /&gt;scary!&lt;br /&gt;she told me tis: u seem to put on a little weight.&lt;br /&gt;i almost died from hearing dat.&lt;br /&gt;den she said dat its oni my upper body dat seems bigger.&lt;br /&gt;the arms n shoulders, u get it.&lt;br /&gt;but the rest looks ok.&lt;br /&gt;looks like i've cut down since the last time.&lt;br /&gt;so she told i just haf to run and run and run.&lt;br /&gt;no escaping from dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but reali.&lt;br /&gt;today's heat is too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;i can still feel the heat right nw.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i live in an eskimo or smth.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm reali glad i survived the day.&lt;br /&gt;fasting throughout.&lt;br /&gt;though was tempted by things.&lt;br /&gt;like candice offering me hTwoO.&lt;br /&gt;the team given free redbull.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the heat's making me spaced out more often.&lt;br /&gt;nt to mention, sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;i hate spacing out.&lt;br /&gt;cos it makes me do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;or just KO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;no spacing out allowed.&lt;br /&gt;no zoning out allowed.&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;oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;i've already spaced out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what doesnt kill me ; makes me stronger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-9204191867805158163?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/9204191867805158163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/9204191867805158163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/09/hot.html' title='hot!'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-6887102822370112172</id><published>2007-09-29T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T10:26:55.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its only 10am and i'm oreadi wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've intended to slp till almost 11.&lt;br /&gt;cos i slept late last night.&lt;br /&gt;n the night before tooooo.&lt;br /&gt;there's still trg later.&lt;br /&gt;n nw i'm very very awake!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so super frustrating can.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;hope i wont be cranky the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-6887102822370112172?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/6887102822370112172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/6887102822370112172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-only-10am-and-im-oreadi-wide-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4408525988889096773</id><published>2007-09-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:42:56.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DKNYApple4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DKNYApple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DKNYApple3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/DKNYApple2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got tis today from rawaidah.&lt;br /&gt;i love it so much!&lt;br /&gt;tanx babe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can nw strike it off my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;did i say ur the best?&lt;br /&gt;u reali are.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally fixed my grp today.&lt;br /&gt;better late den never, i might say?&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats it for today!&lt;br /&gt;*elated (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4408525988889096773?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4408525988889096773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4408525988889096773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-i-got-tis-today-from-rawaidah.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-129143030657998361</id><published>2007-09-27T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:21:37.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow i felt like i've made a terrible mistake today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nt wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;as long as professionalism is there.&lt;br /&gt;but it just doesnt feel rite.&lt;br /&gt;like its a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant undo what's done.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i can do is to draw a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nt wrong but it just doesnt seem rite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-129143030657998361?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how much we change, i'll still love u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how many years pass, i'll always love u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how promises are made.&lt;br /&gt;and never fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is this love when i needed it the most?&lt;br /&gt;where is it when i'm at the lowest point of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i'm saying is:&lt;br /&gt;don ever make promises dat u cant fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;it gives hope to others,&lt;br /&gt;only to break their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only nursing a broken heart is as simple&lt;br /&gt;as glueing back pieces of torn papers together.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fairytales don always haf a happy ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-954085210852212?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/954085210852212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/954085210852212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/09/unconditional-love.html' title='unconditional love'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-3713134611495505289</id><published>2007-09-21T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:48:12.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yey-ness</title><content type='html'>saw my instructors today at bbdc.&lt;br /&gt;like finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;yey-ness can.&lt;br /&gt;saw mr ting right after my DS lesson.&lt;br /&gt;i went: MR TING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;den he smiled n laughed.&lt;br /&gt;we talked abit.&lt;br /&gt;"complained" to him abt stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for the shuttle bus.&lt;br /&gt;was looking out for a certain car.&lt;br /&gt;my other instructor is in there.&lt;br /&gt;n yes, i saw him!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;double yey-ness!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get them for my lessons at all tis week.&lt;br /&gt;which is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i just don like random instructors cos diff ppl teach diff things.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but den.&lt;br /&gt;i get to meet/see my instructors today.&lt;br /&gt;n its enough to make me happy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its the little things in life dat makes me content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do i always attract the wrong type?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-3713134611495505289?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3713134611495505289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3713134611495505289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/09/yey-ness.html' title='yey-ness'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8133886264571574922</id><published>2007-09-16T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:45:30.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sava sprints III</title><content type='html'>so no doubt, i was quite disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt manage to win anything.&lt;br /&gt;not even in the plate finals.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was the pacer today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somehow i tink i disappointed the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a good &lt;s&gt;experience&lt;/s&gt; race, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;though the whole team wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;n hamx, my babe.&lt;br /&gt;cos we fasted for the 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;n we didnt even tink of breakin our fast.&lt;br /&gt;yey to us! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;someone made my day today.&lt;br /&gt;just a simple hi n a wave was enough to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;i tink sometimes its the simple things in like dat makes me content.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8133886264571574922?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8133886264571574922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8133886264571574922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/09/sava-sprints-iii.html' title='sava sprints III'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2444072621213580957</id><published>2007-09-13T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:48:18.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hidaya said tis yest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awak tak bawak kamus&lt;/em&gt;, is it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;it was so damn hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;dat i laughed my guts out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;she was telling us abt her ex mly teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;n the way she mixed mly n eng is just funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;u might tink i'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;but den, its just me.&lt;br /&gt;n its funny.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest's driving was ok.&lt;br /&gt;like usual.&lt;br /&gt;quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;n of course, the lame one has alot of his jokes.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh guess wat.&lt;br /&gt;i got hit by a soccer ball when i took my PE class just nw.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn hard n i felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;damn the kids.&lt;br /&gt;told joe abt it.&lt;br /&gt;n he was quite concerned.&lt;br /&gt;he's nice! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dats it.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's friday!&lt;br /&gt;yey! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm gonna miss you ; like a child misses her blanket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2444072621213580957?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2444072621213580957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2444072621213580957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/09/hidaya-said-tis-yest-awak-tak-bawak.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2294023921810425675</id><published>2007-09-07T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:34:44.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random-ness</title><content type='html'>its amazing how much i get to know abt sum-one in, say, one hr and forty mins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've seen him 3 times before today n nt noe any of these before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. he doesn't talk much cos he claims he's tired. he thinks he's overworked. haha.&lt;br /&gt;2. he's 26 tis yr. i don even haf to ask to noe :) (see, rawaidah? heh)&lt;br /&gt;3. he's great to talk to. once i initiated the convo.&lt;br /&gt;4. he stays VERY VERY near to my place (and sum-one's goin to call me a stalker). haha.&lt;br /&gt;5. he owns n drives a Subaru. which i can guess from his look. heh.&lt;br /&gt;6. he's been at the job for 1 and half yrs.&lt;br /&gt;7. he calls his fren, Mr Bean. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's nice to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;though previously, he always looked bored or half-asleep.&lt;br /&gt;he crack jokes abt having BMW and the Merc logo.&lt;br /&gt;which is super lame. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he tinks he noes the perfume i sprayed on.&lt;br /&gt;him: dkny apple perfume?&lt;br /&gt;me: no. body shop's rougeberry.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though my phone smells of dkny apple perfume nw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;my ftt's on monday.&lt;br /&gt;i will and am goin to pass it.&lt;br /&gt;the wait is excrutiatingly loooooong.&lt;br /&gt;n dat sum-one is bugging me abt it.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm sooo goin to pass it.&lt;br /&gt;for me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and mr sum.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat aside, caught ratatouille today.&lt;br /&gt;the movie is reali good.&lt;br /&gt;worth ur money.&lt;br /&gt;though mine's paid for. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;there's extra trg tmr.&lt;br /&gt;n i'm still aching from yest's trg.&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can complain, can i?&lt;br /&gt;i had a very goooood day today.&lt;br /&gt;yey-ness (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2294023921810425675?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2294023921810425675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2294023921810425675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-ness.html' title='random-ness'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-3104984921373088980</id><published>2007-08-31T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:19:35.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain, pain, go away....</title><content type='html'>i've been feeling tired n sleepy alot these days.&lt;br /&gt;tanx to the medicines.&lt;br /&gt;and thank goodness, my chest pain subsided.&lt;br /&gt;doctor said its nt a symptom of heart attack or smth serious.&lt;br /&gt;its just from the cough n stress.&lt;br /&gt;sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed land trg tis wk.&lt;br /&gt;was given a one week MC from exercising.&lt;br /&gt;but might be goin for trg on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;which, i am very sure, my parents wont let me go.&lt;br /&gt;sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing dats keeping me sane nw is driving.&lt;br /&gt;i got my favourite instructor today.&lt;br /&gt;so driving was quite smooth n calm.&lt;br /&gt;except for some misjudgements of the kerb.&lt;br /&gt;i got to drive alot today and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just need to be alone these days.&lt;br /&gt;to wallow myself in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;to drown myself in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;to get away from the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but den again, who's wif me nw?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-3104984921373088980?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3104984921373088980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3104984921373088980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/08/pain-pain-go-away.html' title='pain, pain, go away....'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-1467706360779859239</id><published>2007-08-28T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:24:58.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>was having terrible chest pain in class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt like heartburn at first.&lt;br /&gt;oni it was longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear GOD, pls let me get thru tis pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-1467706360779859239?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/1467706360779859239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/1467706360779859239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-3929676591603495414</id><published>2007-08-27T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:12:37.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin :)</title><content type='html'>so i'm back wif a new skin.&lt;br /&gt;presenting my own work.&lt;br /&gt;yey!&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;wat others will say.&lt;br /&gt;dunno. don care.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving's been fun.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few more days to the sch holidays.&lt;br /&gt;few more days to teachers' day too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm in an emo state nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don mind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-3929676591603495414?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3929676591603495414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3929676591603495414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-skin.html' title='new skin :)'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4463402670786353962</id><published>2007-08-21T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:01:50.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failure</title><content type='html'>how many time does a person need to fail in order to pass once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish, more often than not, dat others wld try to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard for them to understand me?&lt;br /&gt;am i dat hard to be understood?&lt;br /&gt;i just wish for once, that they would believe in me and stop doubting me.&lt;br /&gt;wats the point of a friendship if all they have are doubts n endless doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like a walking wreck.&lt;br /&gt;with dark, terrible eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;n all they care abt are themselves......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to hibernate ; and disappear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4463402670786353962?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4463402670786353962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4463402670786353962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/08/failure.html' title='failure'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8405630892448849821</id><published>2007-08-17T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:36:23.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girlfriends</title><content type='html'>have you ever heard your best girlfriends say these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;we'll go through thick n thin together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;we'll always be best friends, no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i'll always be there for u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have.&lt;br /&gt;but i just don see or feel it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my old gfs.&lt;br /&gt;but they're just too busy wif their lives nw.&lt;br /&gt;new frens, new bfs, new schs, new work.&lt;br /&gt;promises of lunches or dinner are always nt fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;forget abt sms.&lt;br /&gt;even when they see me online,&lt;br /&gt;i haf to always be the one to initiate a convo.&lt;br /&gt;even then, they'll end it after 5 msgs max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens to best friends forever?&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens to "i'll stand by you"?&lt;br /&gt;is the friendship just part of history?&lt;br /&gt;or am i just too uncool to be ur friend anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess dats it.&lt;br /&gt;girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its personal ; myself and i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8405630892448849821?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8405630892448849821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/8405630892448849821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/08/girlfriends.html' title='girlfriends'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-5914725474730721274</id><published>2007-08-16T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:03:00.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yucks</title><content type='html'>guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;tis sucks.&lt;br /&gt;its the flu again.&lt;br /&gt;plus terrible coughing.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness, the fever is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep falling sick?&lt;br /&gt;i hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;cos it wld mean:&lt;br /&gt;i cant reali run cos my chest wld hurt&lt;br /&gt;i look like a wreck when i'm sick&lt;br /&gt;i just don haf the energy to be the normal me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;there's so much for me to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to get these things off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to get these thoughts out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i just cant seem to find the right words to say.&lt;/span&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;em&gt;till death do us part ; what a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-5914725474730721274?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5914725474730721274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/5914725474730721274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/08/yucks.html' title='yucks'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-7292738116481600024</id><published>2007-08-11T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T15:44:40.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hur-hur</title><content type='html'>met up wif aini.&lt;br /&gt;after like, a decade.&lt;br /&gt;we were always planning to meet.&lt;br /&gt;but there's always things cropping up.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;walk ard.&lt;br /&gt;chill at the new Mc Cafe. (yum!)&lt;br /&gt;den off to the lib.&lt;br /&gt;n guess wat.&lt;br /&gt;i saw tis guy, Imran Ajmain.&lt;br /&gt;he's tis mly artiste n aini being aini, is crazy abt him!&lt;br /&gt;so by the time i told her its him, he oreadi walked pass us.&lt;br /&gt;n dear aini blamed me for nt telling her i saw him.&lt;br /&gt;she was so psyched abt him.&lt;br /&gt;she so wanted to take a pic wif him.&lt;br /&gt;i asked her to go after him.&lt;br /&gt;but she reckoned she was too shy for it.&lt;br /&gt;like real.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;so it became my fault dat i'm the one who saw tis guy&lt;br /&gt;n clearly, she was still happy dat she got to see abit of him.&lt;br /&gt;just for the record, i don even like tis guy at all.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;missing them ; alot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-7292738116481600024?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7292738116481600024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7292738116481600024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/08/hur-hur.html' title='hur-hur'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-3621544569648902817</id><published>2007-07-31T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:20:40.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so friday was my last day in riverside.&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact dat they promised me dat i wld stay till the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;i was damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;no, dats actually understating it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm DEVASTATED!&lt;br /&gt;no one can imagine how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;n moreover, i felt very attached to the students.&lt;br /&gt;n tis had to happened.&lt;br /&gt;i just felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;which i did actually.&lt;br /&gt;but nt because of tis.&lt;br /&gt;its cos the students made me!&lt;br /&gt;the classes i taught bought me gifts.&lt;br /&gt;2/5 even made me tis huge board saying tanx n all.&lt;br /&gt;how can i nt cry rite?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;pics will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just sad.&lt;br /&gt;boooohoooooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-3621544569648902817?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3621544569648902817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/3621544569648902817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-friday-was-my-last-day-in-riverside.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2815245295920574234</id><published>2007-07-23T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:10:41.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Harmony Day part II (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="420" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/Picture001.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the relief &amp;amp; trainee teachers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones who keep me sane :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="420" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/Picture007-1.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azizah. me. anis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="420" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/Picture006.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shu hua n me&lt;br /&gt;the one who wanted to wear the punjabi suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="420" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/Picture005-3.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n annabelle&lt;br /&gt;the garang but nice one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="420" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/Picture004.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n rawaidah&lt;br /&gt;my looooong-lost senior! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="420" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/Picture002.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, thaqif and me (:&lt;br /&gt;the student and the teacher aka&lt;br /&gt;the cadet and the s/clt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2815245295920574234?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2815245295920574234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2815245295920574234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/07/racial-harmony-day-part-ii.html' title='Racial Harmony Day part II (:'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4921946216768640210</id><published>2007-07-20T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:58:44.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Harmony Day! (:</title><content type='html'>today our sch celebrated Racial Harmony Day!&lt;br /&gt;sch as in Riverside Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;yups.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers and students alike wore ethnic costumes.&lt;br /&gt;was damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;took pics wif my fellow relief and trainee teachers.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i just love being there.&lt;br /&gt;the frens are great!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;students are ok.&lt;br /&gt;of course, u cant expect angel-like.&lt;br /&gt;its just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post up the pics soooooonest! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4921946216768640210?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4921946216768640210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4921946216768640210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/07/racial-harmony-day.html' title='Racial Harmony Day! (:'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4683679340155887305</id><published>2007-07-19T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:49:21.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee!</title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;i passed my BTT!&lt;br /&gt;wheee :)&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i wan to take up tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Maths (E or A), Science (Phy/Chem), English &amp;amp; Humanities (Hist/SS).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;anyone noes anyone who wans tuition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;leave me a tag ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;appreciate lots! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4683679340155887305?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4683679340155887305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4683679340155887305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/07/whee.html' title='whee!'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-7725617322347206531</id><published>2007-07-13T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:10:31.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>booo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wan to watch TRANSFORMERS!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*stomp stomp!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat is.&lt;br /&gt;if they are still screening.&lt;br /&gt;boohooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lovers to friends ; why do all good things come to an end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-7725617322347206531?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7725617322347206531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7725617322347206531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/07/booo.html' title='booo!'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4816036996321811896</id><published>2007-06-29T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:13:05.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my poor fingers</title><content type='html'>oooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;guess wat? guess wat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers got slammed by the car door yest!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn painful when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;but after dat, it was quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;lucky for me, it didnt swell.&lt;br /&gt;mom felt guilty cos she closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;but den, i was the stupid one who put my hand there.&lt;br /&gt;it just had to happen two days before race day.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm ok nw.&lt;br /&gt;it just hurt a little.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's the starting of june race!&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite psyched abt it.&lt;br /&gt;quite nervous too.&lt;br /&gt;lets all put in your best.&lt;br /&gt;no holding back.&lt;br /&gt;all the way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u can start calling me miss lisa nw :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4816036996321811896?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4816036996321811896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4816036996321811896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-poor-fingers.html' title='my poor fingers'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-4076085816365335731</id><published>2007-06-22T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T18:56:21.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new!</title><content type='html'>somehow a trip to the hairdresser on monday took a turn.&lt;br /&gt;went there, intended to get a trim for the unruly hair.&lt;br /&gt;n it turned out to be smth else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt weird abt the new hair at first.&lt;br /&gt;i still am getting used to it nw.&lt;br /&gt;when jerry first saw the new do, he went: omg! ur goin to shock the world!&lt;br /&gt;that big reaction.&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, some said i looked ok.&lt;br /&gt;some said i looked different.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;wayne the new teammate yest said i looked like barbie.&lt;br /&gt;just the fat version i guess.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not post any photos of the new hair.&lt;br /&gt;till i'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don speak ; i noe wat ur thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-4076085816365335731?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4076085816365335731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/4076085816365335731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/new.html' title='new!'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-1961826260432364728</id><published>2007-06-19T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:28:37.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trgs on sat n sunday was a killer.&lt;br /&gt;i had a small abrasion on my left underarm after sat's trg.&lt;br /&gt;n after sunday's, it became a whole lot bigger. :(&lt;br /&gt;we ran on sunday before trg.&lt;br /&gt;half of the bedok reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;didnt look like it was damn far.&lt;br /&gt;but den, u need to run the road to noe how far is it.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm still jobless.&lt;br /&gt;looking n looking.&lt;br /&gt;i tink aini's gotten a job.&lt;br /&gt;candice went for an interview tis morning.&lt;br /&gt;n i'm still jobless.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;hope to get a job sooooooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;i tink i look weird nw.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you had my heart ; we'll nv be worlds apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-1961826260432364728?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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upload the pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grad ceremony was ok.&lt;br /&gt;felt glad n sappy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;didnt tink i wld feel sad abt leaving the sch.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;but it was great.&lt;br /&gt;met up wif some of the long-time-no-see classmates.&lt;br /&gt;n of course, our classmate Laureen Lau Jia Jia is the best from BIT.&lt;br /&gt;again, will upload pics soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was just being sensitive ; aint i?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-7287784834283570006?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7287784834283570006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/7287784834283570006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/penang-grad-ceremony.html' title='penang &amp; grad ceremony'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-453911498972320347</id><published>2007-06-07T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:37:22.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>off to penang tonight! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back on monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in time for my Graduation Ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some things in life arent as nice as it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2838406195554846574?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2838406195554846574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2838406195554846574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/pa-paddles-race-tmr-wish-me-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-2548743276103799395</id><published>2007-05-25T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:03:12.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed</title><content type='html'>finally took my fitness test during trg yest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don feel good abt it.&lt;br /&gt;cos i noe i can do better.&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;but i've been feeling totally tired these days.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's the cons of teaching morning session.&lt;br /&gt;but den my 2.4 timing improved by 1min since i took NAPFA 2 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do well on bridge anw.&lt;br /&gt;sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i broke down halfway thru the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dajie said i was being silly.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was.&lt;br /&gt;but the pressure to perform n knowing i can do it,&lt;br /&gt;just makes me wan to excel so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;its over.&lt;br /&gt;for next test, i'll do better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its my seat , and dats dat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-2548743276103799395?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2548743276103799395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/2548743276103799395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/05/screwed.html' title='screwed'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-1527562733838287343</id><published>2007-05-16T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:39:20.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;cold+fever+cough = the greatest combination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;i hate being sick&lt;br /&gt;its sucky&lt;br /&gt;i cant even take the fitness test yest&lt;br /&gt;boohoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blursweethothunky :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-1527562733838287343?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/1527562733838287343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/1527562733838287343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/05/coldfevercough-greatest-combination-ugh.html' title='sick'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-1657695757495775345</id><published>2007-05-14T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:47:41.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FAILED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-1657695757495775345?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/1657695757495775345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/1657695757495775345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/05/failed-yet-again-ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-1398273235997200484</id><published>2007-05-12T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T20:23:04.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooooo wheeeee</title><content type='html'>so my most fave band in the whole world is back wif a new album!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINKIN PARK's Minutes to Midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey-nesss!!!&lt;br /&gt;i just love linkin park.&lt;br /&gt;though their appearances haf changed.&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i do still love them.&lt;br /&gt;they're my No1 fave!&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the more i tink abt it ; the more pain i feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-1398273235997200484?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/1398273235997200484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/1398273235997200484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/05/ooooooo-wheeeee.html' title='ooooooo wheeeee'/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-292632711584318365</id><published>2007-05-09T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:32:05.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as usual.&lt;br /&gt;took a lift from george to yishun after trg yest.&lt;br /&gt;it was as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;but yest was abit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos we almost got stuck in the middle of the junction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at yishun.&lt;br /&gt;near khatib mrt.&lt;br /&gt;george was driving super fast, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;n when we were nearing the traffic light, it was oreadi orange.&lt;br /&gt;n then, it turned red.&lt;br /&gt;but he was driving too fast to stop.&lt;br /&gt;he stepped on the brake but decided its too fast to stop.&lt;br /&gt;so he drove even faster n beat the red light!&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness no one horned at us.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;just blog tis down.&lt;br /&gt;cos i love to sit in george's car.&lt;br /&gt;its fast!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-292632711584318365?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/292632711584318365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317680/posts/default/292632711584318365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappyqueen.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>crappyqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317680.post-8052573532909440043</id><published>2007-05-09T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:31:39.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!</title><content type='html'>its the second time the same thing happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i just unlucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i just stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it hurts me so much ; i'm not quite sure i care anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317680-8052573532909440043?l=crappyqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;though the service was nt very good.&lt;br /&gt;may waited for abt 1++ hr for her chicken alfredo spag.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but it was quite cheap.&lt;br /&gt;$14.90 for set dinner.&lt;br /&gt;main course+soup+drinks+dessert!&lt;br /&gt;n dessert was the delicious brownie.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all the girls were there though.&lt;br /&gt;like phyllis dajie.&lt;br /&gt;n the sick van.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;i'll post up the pics soon ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carie thought of goin somewhere else after dat.&lt;br /&gt;but most of us wanted to go hm.&lt;br /&gt;i was too tired to go anywhere anw.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train ride hm wif carie n hui tin.&lt;br /&gt;they made my train ride a fun one.&lt;br /&gt;cos they are quite crappy.&lt;br /&gt;esp hui tin!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;update again sooon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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