<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183</id><updated>2012-01-15T00:07:13.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>allmygirls</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-2978680234028492759</id><published>2007-08-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:22:10.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell!</title><content type='html'>This time tomorrow I'd be at my favourite Changi Airport waiting to board the plane to JFK, before I hope onto the domestic flight to Providence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people have offered their blessings, so many that it's quite impossible to name names here, but seriously a huge BOW and thank you to all who have helped me with my academic transcripts, encouraged me the past year and of course, those who bothered to turn up at gatherings to say byebye to me, even if they can't make it to the airport tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously thanks to all who are going tomorrow, all the way down to Changi, though up till now I don't quite know how many or who exactly will be coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss everyone here, all the MG people, HC classmates, HC councilors etc, and my family obviously, SHIT MY OTHER HALF, my bed, my Sammi posters, CDs etc. so many things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think this is the beginning of a whole new experience, a whole new adventure, something I'd never dared dream of till recently. I just hope everything goes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, to mark the commencement of my new life in university, I'm closing this blog and opening a new one, though Sammi IS still the queen alongside me heehee. Thanks if you have been remotely interested in all the silly and mundane things I have to say, but it's time to move on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, I declare this blog CLOSED. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-2978680234028492759?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/2978680234028492759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=2978680234028492759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2978680234028492759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2978680234028492759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/08/farewell.html' title='Farewell!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-3503854944668327508</id><published>2007-08-19T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:40:22.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>32nd Gathering at Stef's 18/8</title><content type='html'>Haven't seen so many of these people in ages!!!! Thank God shushu was smart enough to organise this before anyone flew off, and she was pretty successful too! So many people turned up, like more than 30 people? And those who weren't there didn't turn up because they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took many pictures too! Unfortunately either my camera is weird or the people who took pictures for me didn't do it properly because I couldn't find some of my individual shots with people like gloree, zeze and bobbert even though I REALLY remember taking photos with them. Odd. If it's my camera maybe I should  get a new, less bulky and cheaper one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, these are some of the photos I took, if you haven't seen them on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RsghUSuq00I/AAAAAAAAABs/yWQtZGyOTBE/s1600-h/CIMG0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RsghUSuq00I/AAAAAAAAABs/yWQtZGyOTBE/s320/CIMG0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100363210505769794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How do I rotate this image? Anyway we obviously had my Halfie Shit at the gathering. No gathering is fun without my Other Half!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RsghUyuq01I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VU6dg7PD3cE/s1600-h/CIMG0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RsghUyuq01I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VU6dg7PD3cE/s320/CIMG0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100363219095704402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like taking photo with Jamie because she's so skinny and hot I look so fat!! But of course I still look damn good can. Goodness my English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RsghVCuq02I/AAAAAAAAAB8/T2hVrfwEC54/s1600-h/CIMG0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RsghVCuq02I/AAAAAAAAAB8/T2hVrfwEC54/s320/CIMG0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100363223390671714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay the LEP girls still love LEP even though none of us got As for it and it ruined our otherwise perfect scores. But it's ok we still love LEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RsghVSuq03I/AAAAAAAAACE/VbcH8gWX-js/s1600-h/CIMG0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RsghVSuq03I/AAAAAAAAACE/VbcH8gWX-js/s320/CIMG0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100363227685639026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy and me taking a photo together (obviously). I actually think this photo is really nice because Mindy looked very pretty yesterday and this picture would have been perfect without peishan the ghost lurking at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RsghWCuq04I/AAAAAAAAACM/NjBN1bZsVfM/s1600-h/CIMG0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RsghWCuq04I/AAAAAAAAACM/NjBN1bZsVfM/s320/CIMG0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100363240570540930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course we had to hug and pat the President's Scholar (the one who is following in her dad's footsteps) for good luck. LOOK EVERYONE STEPH IS MY FRIEND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsgy8iuq05I/AAAAAAAAACU/iYZo27RhTMc/s1600-h/CIMG0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsgy8iuq05I/AAAAAAAAACU/iYZo27RhTMc/s320/CIMG0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100382593693176722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course all of Welco looks so hot!! And oops Haining our future TCM doctor is blocked in this photo. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsgy8yuq06I/AAAAAAAAACc/jZS8lo-zQE4/s1600-h/CIMG0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsgy8yuq06I/AAAAAAAAACc/jZS8lo-zQE4/s320/CIMG0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100382597988144034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helped Ecaco take this photo because somehow none (?) of them brought cameras. How intelligent! Yeowch looks super funny in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsgy9Cuq07I/AAAAAAAAACk/2ePIph5yw-A/s1600-h/CIMG0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsgy9Cuq07I/AAAAAAAAACk/2ePIph5yw-A/s320/CIMG0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100382602283111346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meat the Peking girl with me. Won't see her till a year later I think, after we leave on the 29th and 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsgy9iuq08I/AAAAAAAAACs/2w4O7PxdjhE/s1600-h/CIMG0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsgy9iuq08I/AAAAAAAAACs/2w4O7PxdjhE/s320/CIMG0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100382610873045954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another photo in need of rotating. I feel like a hobbit next to Rong, but I choose to believe it's just the angle of the photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsgy-Cuq09I/AAAAAAAAAC0/eF7UAFkDE_k/s1600-h/CIMG0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsgy-Cuq09I/AAAAAAAAAC0/eF7UAFkDE_k/s320/CIMG0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100382619462980562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha I love this photo even though the Steph isn't looking at the camera. Not very smart for a PS don't you think? HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsg1qiuq0-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z_x-zXeKcAw/s1600-h/CIMG0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsg1qiuq0-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z_x-zXeKcAw/s320/CIMG0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100385582990414818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to do this three times to get it right because Cal's eyes were always closed!! But we managed to get a nice photo in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsg1qyuq0_I/AAAAAAAAADE/0umQ2XfcU94/s1600-h/CIMG0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsg1qyuq0_I/AAAAAAAAADE/0umQ2XfcU94/s320/CIMG0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100385587285382130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha the she ying person took this photo for the xuan chuan people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsg1rSuq1AI/AAAAAAAAADM/4sKL_dcCZus/s1600-h/CIMG0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rsg1rSuq1AI/AAAAAAAAADM/4sKL_dcCZus/s320/CIMG0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100385595875316738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul has clearly changed his mind about who he loves most. Sorry Halfie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-3503854944668327508?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/3503854944668327508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=3503854944668327508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/3503854944668327508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/3503854944668327508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/08/32nd-gathering-at-stefs-188.html' title='32nd Gathering at Stef&apos;s 18/8'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RsghUSuq00I/AAAAAAAAABs/yWQtZGyOTBE/s72-c/CIMG0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-5129296496754905732</id><published>2007-08-15T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:59:02.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why won't school start?</title><content type='html'>Though most people have already started school I'm still reduced to lying around waiting for things to happen. But hey I have been a busy body interfering in my darling Halfie Shit's NUS life, so life has been hip and happening as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashing KR's Star To Burst Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since NUS has nothing to do with me technically there was no reason for me to hang around the campus at all, let alone the halls, but I found myself with chenjiadi on Tuesday night at Kent Ridge Hall looking lost, out of place and obviously an outsider. Well what can I do, my Halfie summoned me to come support her so I had to take 2 buses all the way down to foreign land to cheer and scream her name while she pranced around the stage doing her pirated dance moves. But ok la to be honest she was really pretty good eh and she's totally the best out of the group but like I told her it's only because I wasn't dancing next to her so she looked good. Theory of relativity, you know. Mindy should be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ok really a huge thanks and HUG to chenjiadi for accompanying me!!! She's DA BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashing NUS Chinese Studies Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the very next day I woke up at 9am to wash the clothes and hang them dry so that I could make it to NUS yet again for a Chinese Studies Lecture. I know I am damn bored I met a lot of friends there who thought I was weird wasting my time but I think it's pretty cool to see what my friends and especially Shit will be doing in uni. Turns out the lecture was really pretty boring even though I thought his content was mildly interesting. But apparently he'll be testing things like dynasties and names of provinces which is pretty simple come to think of it but still I don't think I'd enjoy it, let only Shit. Hope she gets her alternative module then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching the Japanese version of Hana Kimi now and I'm pretty impressed!! The girl Ashiya Mizuki is really pretty and Nakatsu is very adorable! Sorry I don't know the names of the actors I'm already having a hard time remembering what they are called in Japanese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-5129296496754905732?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/5129296496754905732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=5129296496754905732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/5129296496754905732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/5129296496754905732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-wont-school-start.html' title='Why won&apos;t school start?'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-7336151537642383145</id><published>2007-08-10T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:00:54.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PoPo</title><content type='html'>Decided to visit my granny before I leave so my family dragged ourselves down to Kota Tinggi today. Wasn't too bad a trip, the entire journey to and fro was only about three hours unlike the usual 7-8 hour CNY trip so it was still bearable. But of course all this becomes worth it when I watch my granny beam in delight when we appeared at her doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't stay for a very long time, a couple of hours or so, and we didn't do much either, just sat at the living room and chatted about the maid, school, the pains in her leg, her visits to the doctor and such. I was originally quite worried about her health when she told me she had difficulties walking but she looks in a better shape than I expected, thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so sweet of her to give me $200 for my trip because she's not normally the most generous person in the world, and frankly speaking $200 means so much to her for some reason, even though her sons are all pretty successful and she really doesn't need to scrimp or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my granny is not the kindest soul in the world, but she really loves me a lot for some reason and I love her too. Hope she will be well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-7336151537642383145?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/7336151537642383145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=7336151537642383145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/7336151537642383145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/7336151537642383145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/08/popo.html' title='PoPo'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-7825335398742200636</id><published>2007-08-10T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:28:23.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di's Farewell</title><content type='html'>Trekked down to Di's today for her farewell party, because she's taking the 2350 Singapore-Frankfurt-JKF-???-Indiana route to her new school, Indiana U! Indiana's supposedly an ultra party school but Di doesn't seem like the whee-let's-strip-topless type so I suppose she'll be ok. I'll miss that silly skinny bag of bones even though I seldom meet her, but I suppose I'll see her soon in December so it's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with Di's farewell it seems like it's only a matter of time before mindy and I leave in 2-3 weeks! I'm meeting up with as many people as I can and as frequently as possible, which is proving to be difficult since the NS people can only meet me during the weekends, and I am now forced to fit them into the breakfast slots. People like Shit and F5 are all starting school so I suppose I'll be seeing Mindy and Meat more often because only the three of us are still quite free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited! And yet the teeniest bit hesitant about leaving. Will I meet friends who are as indulgent towards me as the ones I have now? Will I get along with my roomie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross my fingers and hope for the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-7825335398742200636?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/7825335398742200636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=7825335398742200636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/7825335398742200636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/7825335398742200636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/08/dis-farewell.html' title='Di&apos;s Farewell'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-4488338043518696654</id><published>2007-08-06T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:09:00.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Wei, Dinner with Shit</title><content type='html'>Met darling Weiling who has just returned from volunteering in Japan and studying in the states today. She looked great! In her old beatles shirt and jeans and a lovely complexion. We went to Newton hawker centre because she's obviously so sick of non-Singaporean food haha so I don't think she'll be very happy since she's leaving for Columbia in 3 weeks. She invited me to her place in Seattle for thanksgiving but I told her I'll have to consider it because after asking me to join her she told me a horror story involving some turkey and chinese stuffing at her house which seriously wasn't very inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promptly dumped wei at a bookstore after inviting myself for free lunch at her house and met my Other Half Shit instead. OMG this is so cliched but WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS how much I have missed my darling cesspool!! Unfortunately she was so tired and having cramps of the female and bloody variety we were quite sedated most of the night but we concluded our meeting quite nicely with some ice-cream and spotting of someone whom I REALLY SUSPECT but cannot confirm is Sun Ho (at least I think it was her) who waiflike and was wearing a pair of shorts that LITERALLY showed half her ass and clunky platform heels and who was accompanied by an entourage of about 4 people (2 men in Ed Hardy and interesting hairdo, 1 bag woman who was carrying her bag and another that is presumably "Sun's" as well as a nanny who was running after a small boy). Well if she really was Sun Ho it really is puzzling because she was staring at  the boy who must be her son (haha Sun's son) with such cold neglect and disinterest that it's chilling. Oh well maybe it's not her after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Sun wasn't our main focus. It's GREAT to finally reunite with my horcrux after a WHOLE week and a day!!! It feels so weird without her, as if Mindy the Demented oh oops I meant Mindy the Dementor kissed half of my soul away and I don't mean that in a good way well I can't mean it in a good way anyway. I LOVE YOU SHIT and I don't know what I am gonna do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I am a bit early but here's an early Happy You-Know-What to You-Know-Who on this very special day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-4488338043518696654?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/4488338043518696654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=4488338043518696654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4488338043518696654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4488338043518696654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/08/lunch-with-wei-dinner-with-shit.html' title='Lunch with Wei, Dinner with Shit'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-2883290855066426571</id><published>2007-08-03T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T03:44:34.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Moving Soon...</title><content type='html'>Hence the horrible blog template, so please bear with me for the moment. I'll give you guys the new address once I start using it in a month :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-2883290855066426571?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/2883290855066426571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=2883290855066426571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2883290855066426571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2883290855066426571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-moving-soon.html' title='I&apos;m Moving Soon...'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-1437481217762519627</id><published>2007-08-02T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T02:03:58.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Shit</title><content type='html'>Wow it's been so long since I've been up here! Many things have happened, we've had our saco farewell getaway which was fun as usual and my maid has been sacked so now I'm the new housekeeper and Shit has gone off for her kent ridge hall orientation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss my old bag of poo, even though I just saw her on Sunday when Meat Calcal and I helped her with her moving in and cleaning up and we spoke briefly over the phone a couple of hours ago. She such a silly pile of dung and yet I can't help but wonder how I'm gonna survive without her for so many months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in charge of washing, drying and ironing the clothes, washing the dishes and getting dinner at home, because well I'm the only unemployed slacker now. It's very mundane work but it's fine because I blast some music from my macbook and sing at the top of my voice in the afternoon when I iron and stuff so it's not so boring. My mom was pleasantly surprised that my ironing so neat and my dad was so taken aback he was rendered speechless but truth be told I have no idea I could be that gifted at housework too haha considering I've never touched an iron in my life and I never want to ever again. The only really bad thing is that my hands really smell of dishwashing liquid now, and they have that scratchy, rough feel and my skin feels like old, stretched rubber. And guess what my bro's duties are? His job is to lock the door and draw the blinds everynight, and he doesn't even do it properly because he fell asleep early today and I had to do it for him -.- But ok la he did do the dishes yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU SHIT when will you escape so I can see your black and squashed in face?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-1437481217762519627?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1437481217762519627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=1437481217762519627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1437481217762519627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1437481217762519627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-miss-shit.html' title='I miss Shit'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-2090409459753826527</id><published>2007-07-22T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:33:54.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>I've just finished reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, the 7th and final installment of the phenomenal Harry Potter series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember reading the very first book, Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone when I was in Primary 5 eight years ago, because I thought it looked pretty interesting. Little did I know, that marked the beginning of my tiny contribution to the meteoric rise in the sales of this magical book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I can't say what's so attractive, and what keeps us so hooked and interested that someone as lazy as I am would be motivated enough to wake up at 6am to queue up for the damn book. Perhaps it's because Rowling melded fantasy and reality so well, that readers feel included into the wizarding world, and seriously all those people who don't read Harry Potter, those who are not in the know, are just pathetic muggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow though I am rather sad that it's the end, I'm quite glad the ending went the way it did. I suppose I would never have expected anything less of Ms Rowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-2090409459753826527?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/2090409459753826527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=2090409459753826527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2090409459753826527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2090409459753826527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/07/deathly-hallows.html' title='Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-8263448068833764953</id><published>2007-07-18T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:47:13.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days More</title><content type='html'>A lot of counting down to do these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say, because well nothing much is happening in my life, except of course anticipating the End of Suffering in an office with nothing much to do except filing and other menial and hence boring activities. But the pay is good so I'll keep quiet even though I've spent most of it on food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is of course the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I don't think harry will die because it will be too obvious an ending and I doubt dear Joanne Kathleen Rowling would wish to end the book in such a cliched manner, and I think Snape is a good guy because Dumbledore should and can be trusted! Ya but seriously who cares what I or anyone thinks, let's just wait for the damn book to arrive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course today's Wednesday, 17th July, and I am officially 6 weeks away from flying off. Need to settle my packing list and other little details like my summer reading and stuff even though information about my room mate has not arrived, but I'm really excited! People ask me why I'm excited and I honestly don't know how to answer that question. How can someone who's about to start life halfway round the earth not be excited???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always have nothing funny to say on my blog? Odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-8263448068833764953?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/8263448068833764953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=8263448068833764953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/8263448068833764953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/8263448068833764953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/07/2-days-more.html' title='2 Days More'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-3123304867771790039</id><published>2007-07-09T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:40:30.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to find a new blogskin to spice up my otherwise stagnant and exciting-as-tap-water life, but I can't find anything suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two weeks more, and believe me I AM counting down. In the meantime PLEASE contact me if you have an hour or two to spare because I'd love to have some comapny in the busy CBD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic how there are throngs of people everywhere in those few streets, but everyone's just as lonely. You can't walk to anywhere during lunchtime without having to dodge perhaps a young man in a G2000 suit, or bumping into a middle-aged secretary-type lady with her lunch buddy by her side, but you can detect that shred of longing in their faces. Longing for what, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same when everyone starts and/or ends work. People enter the MRT, buses, elevators with a blank look on their faces. Some read, the younger ones plug in their iPods, but most of them just stare into space, perhaps thinking about which restaurant they should visit tonight with their boyfriends, or wondering how their kids are doing in school. Glance at them and they will smile automatically back with a gentle nod of acknowledgement. Everyone's friendly to know your name, perhaps where you're from or where you're going, and yet distant enough to  avoid anything private. It's as if all of these executives have been given a handbook when they started work about CBD ettiquette, and all of them have had every rule memorised to the T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very interesting experience this has been, not a very pleasant one for me because I can't stand sitting down for too long, but I know more about office life at least. Colleagues have been exceedingly kind and patient as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's just say if I were George Orwell, I'd have plenty to add to my great novels now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-3123304867771790039?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/3123304867771790039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=3123304867771790039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/3123304867771790039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/3123304867771790039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/07/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-1326042535662261389</id><published>2007-07-01T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:29:33.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Nat</title><content type='html'>This week has been Bye Bye Nat week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Nat started officially on Wednesday with a dinner at this steak and seafood restaurant near Thomson. It was quite a bittersweet experience, as we recollected our five years together as F5, laughed about those funny and stupid things we used to do school and in JC and as Bea started to tear mid-way. Incidentally, there was a group of  five or six old ladies in the table next door celebrating a friend's birthday. I wonder we'd be like that 40 years down the road, but Ass said "hope not" because the didn't look very good. It's unbelievable how shallow that woman can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Nat part II took place on Sat at her place. She invited a whole lot of people (like around 30-40) almost all of whom were AC people, so frankly I felt quite out of place but I did a bit of socialising. Thank God people like Ass, Meixi, Clare, MEGAN BARKER, aliya etc (E had dance and Bea was in China) were there, so there was still the MG group to chat with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Nat part III took place at Changi Airport obviously. We gave Nat a book of photos mostly comprising of unglamorous photos (there are PLENTY) and our notes and everything. We didn't cry, surprisingly, but it was pretty heartbreaking to see Nat's grandmother cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite unbelievable that Nat, who has just boarded her plane to Melbourne as I type this, is gone. Just like that, a part of me has just flown away hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she has a great time in Melbourne, and seriously, thank God for skype and email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-1326042535662261389?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1326042535662261389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=1326042535662261389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1326042535662261389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1326042535662261389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/07/bye-bye-nat.html' title='Bye Bye Nat'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-1726470339337901442</id><published>2007-06-26T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T14:10:37.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day at work</title><content type='html'>It is but my second day at work today and my life is already in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day didn’t start too well to begin with. I was woken up a few times in the night because people like Ass and Nat the stupid Nut chose to text me at 1 or 2am in the morning for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at 6.25am, took a bath, had my breakfast and left home 6.55 am. The road was damp so I decided to wear my birkies because I absolutely cannot walk fast in my flats. I also had to lift my pants up walking the entire way, so you can imagine how perfectly idiotic I looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my bus arrives at 7.05 and I reached the busstop at 7.06, so I had to wait for another 20 minutes for the nincompoop of a bus to arrive. I literally watched the first bus drive away in front of my very eyes! And because I took the later bus I had to squeeze with students and other white-collared executives who are on their way to work as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my only companion, my beautiful (and might I mention brand new) iPod broke down on the way, and I was devoid of entertainment the entire ONE hour journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone also broke down YET again on the way because my mom gave me a call. I’mn actually quite surprised the bus didn’t break down, just to, you know, complete the equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to dedicate my lunch hour to cellphone buying, but I could not, for the life of me, locate the damn phone shop that was “opposite Amara Hotel”. I literally combed the place but the only phone shop I could find was one that was selling second hand phones. So fine, I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the meantime I started to get blisters on my feet because of my shoes, and so I limped all the way back to my office. I walked all the way to the clinic which was supposedly on the 9th floor. But when I reached the clinic there was a sign hanging outside that said that it was now located on 2nd floor instead. The funny thing about this building is, there are different elevators you have to take for different floors, so I had to go all the way to 1st floor again before I had to take an escalator up again to the 2nd floor. And guess what, when I reached the clinic, the nurses were going out for lunch and were reluctant to entertain my requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a horrible, horrible, horrible day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-1726470339337901442?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1726470339337901442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=1726470339337901442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1726470339337901442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1726470339337901442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-day-at-work.html' title='2nd day at work'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-7493735906164424261</id><published>2007-06-23T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T15:38:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCS Delta Wing Social NIght 2007</title><content type='html'>22nd June was OCS Delta Wing Social Night 2007. Ordinarily that would have absolutely nothing to do with me, but I was CalCal's hot date that night, so yep, The Pines it was for me. And NO I DID NOT VOLUNTEER MYSELF as his date OMG I have no idea why this idiotic rumour got out. I didn't quite want to wear a gown, so I wore this suit thing. That was seriously a wrong idea in retrospect but my hot date didn't mind so oh never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at around 6pm at Orchard MRT and took a little walk around Orchard for like 15 minutes before walking to the busstop. And on the way we met my ex-teacher and his ex-teacher who are now both currently teaching at MGS and were out together. I must say those five minutes were the awkwardest moments in my life (and probably Cal's too) as we stood listening to Cal's teacher whom I actually know as well praise him about his being a genius and his 1.0 msg etc etc. And when the topic went on to "are you guys going out" I could tell that droplets of sweat were forming on Cal's forehead so we hurriedly said NO! and ended the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we took a bus 190 to The Pines and where because you know I am so popular we were stopped several times by groups of people like Shit and Mindy and her friend Yawen  mid-way. My Half, of course, being the nosy parker like she is had to crash Social Night, even though she was in shorts and some embarrassing teeshirt. Then on the way up we met The Rong and his date Jamie who looked like some model with visible cleavage for once AHAHA and her blue-black hair. So we chatted for a while and finally made our way to our destination where we met Jiadi and made a lot of noise screaming and chattering. Eventually we took a few council photos with all the 32nd people who were present and Shit left in embarrassment even though Calcal offered to find her a date cos there were a couple of guys who turned up alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before dinner was another period of awkwardness. Like Cal would introduce a friend or buddy and his date and we would be like hello, hello and left with nothing to say. And can you imagine my utter relief when I met NG MEIXI who was there with her darling Joshua and we screamed till the ceiling almost collapsed as we always do because we'd finally found Family. And we found 2 other MGS girls Jean Ong and Debo Ng who were both with their boyfriends obviously and took an MG photo while reciting the MGS motto To Master To Grow To Serve oh my goodness can you believe how much we love our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And between then till after dinner CalCal was like telling me who's going to Harvard, who's going to Stanford, who got some scholarship to go do law at Oxford etc etc. Seriously, if the guy wasn't outstanding (by which I mean he was a mere top scorer at A Levels) then his date probably is, because these guys are the elite, apparently. And do I have to mention how probably 60 or 70% of the people were from RJ. I suppose we then make a very ordinary pair since he's ONLY going to med school and I'm only going to Brown -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a couple of, hmm, interesting pairs too which I am sure will arouse a lot of gossip and attention haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, games and award presentations started. I seriously tried my best to pay attention so Calcal wouldn't feel bad about me feeling bored but I saw him yawning so I gave up too. They had all sort of army related games like who can change their clothes the fastest, or who can kiwi (polish) their boots the fastest. But I guess the Army Jargon 101 lesson was pretty interesting, and their videos were great!! Even though all the guys were in green camouflage and you couldn't really tell who was who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the night ended with some photo taking obviously and we went home in a cab. I could tell Calcal was in high spirits because every time he's reminded of some shitty army moment he'd look so triumphant because he's allowed to defer his NS for his studies. But well the guys look so happy together in their buddy-buddy world that I'm sure they'll miss each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-7493735906164424261?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/7493735906164424261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=7493735906164424261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/7493735906164424261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/7493735906164424261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/06/ocs-delta-wing-social-night-2007.html' title='OCS Delta Wing Social NIght 2007'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-1720163089765740588</id><published>2007-06-20T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:03:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>I have been jobless for a month now, and life has been, well, generally carefree and jolly. I either bum around at home doing nothing except convert oxygen into carbon dioxide or meet up with friends like Shit or F5 or Bobbert or shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew insisted that I'd wanna go back to work once I've experienced what it's like to be a loafer but seriously no I don't think that's true. Maybe I'm not such a workaholic after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I will be starting work next week to gain a bit of corporate experience, see what working life is like and of course to earn a bit of extra cash. I won't be working for long though, only a little over a month, so I guess it won't be a lot of cash either. In fact it's quite dumb because I had to spend like a hundred and fifty bucks on working clothes since I don't have any. And since said workplace is at TANJONG PAGAR I'll have to wake up at 6.30am to reach there on time oh goodness!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have very much to say here, so I'll go goof off for now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-1720163089765740588?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1720163089765740588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=1720163089765740588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1720163089765740588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1720163089765740588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-1170295604531872901</id><published>2007-06-09T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T02:37:42.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac and Cheese</title><content type='html'>My brother and I have been growing closer lately, a prospect that frightens me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, ever since he was 3 months old, we have been fighting and fighting, calling each other stupid names with our exceedingly large vocabularies like "moron" or "stupid shit", sprinkling each other with water when we exit the lavatory (which we share) or hiding all the snacks in our "secret stashes" (my parents do that too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in a way we seem to have decreased - I wouldn't go to the extent of using the word stop - the number of instances in which we indulge in such childish behaviour. Maybe it's because we're older now, or maybe because I am leaving for the states and so will he in four years and we won't be spending much time together for at least the next eight years, but we've grown to live well with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we spend most of our time cooking mac and cheese (he cooks, I pour out the ribena), playing Resistance, the new PS3 game he bought, and watching movies in his room together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not much, but it's a start I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-1170295604531872901?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1170295604531872901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=1170295604531872901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1170295604531872901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1170295604531872901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/06/mac-and-cheese.html' title='Mac and Cheese'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-2446055307285124869</id><published>2007-06-04T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T03:03:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climb Every Mountain</title><content type='html'>Climb Every Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climb every mountain, search high and low&lt;br /&gt;Follow every by way, every path you know&lt;br /&gt;Climb every mountain, ford every stream&lt;br /&gt;Follow every rainbow, till you find your dream&lt;br /&gt;A dream that will need, all the love you can give&lt;br /&gt;Everyday of your life, for as long as you live&lt;br /&gt;Climb every mountain,  ford every stream&lt;br /&gt;Follow every rainbow, till you find your dream&lt;br /&gt;A dream that will need, all the love you can give&lt;br /&gt;Everyday of your life, for as long as you live&lt;br /&gt;Climb every mountain, ford every stream&lt;br /&gt;Follow every rainbow, till you find your... dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-2446055307285124869?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/2446055307285124869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=2446055307285124869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2446055307285124869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2446055307285124869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/06/climb-every-mountain.html' title='Climb Every Mountain'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-636916881864890995</id><published>2007-06-04T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T03:00:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound of Music</title><content type='html'>I think I must have watched The Sound of Music approximately 16000 times, but it's such a classic it's difficult not to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a wonderful film, so timeless and perfect. It's like George Orwell's Animal Farm, when you read or watch it for the first time in your childhood, it's just a book or film with fun and music, but as you grow older you start to realise that there're so many, many more levels to the book or movie to be explored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of love runs deep in The Sound of Music. The quality of emotion is strangely simplistic in modern terms, a governess falls for her impossible charges, then falls in love with their father, who strangely enough loves her too. But there's also patriotic love, because the story is set during the Nazi regime, and Captain von Trapp is dead loyal to his country, Austria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I lived in a country as beautiful as Austria in those days I think I would be darn proud of her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel a little envious when I watch Captain von Trapp sing Edelweiss with such enormous emotion and affection. I know of course that he's just acting (he's Christopher Plummer by the way, and you might have caught him as Keanu Reeves' dad in The Lake House), but it makes me sad that I will probably never will have a national folk dance to be proud of, a beautiful national song that everyone can sing with pride and in unison, snowy mountains or luscious hills to remember my hometown by or even to have a ethnic costume boast of for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that there's anything about Singapore to complain about. In fact Singapore's a wonderful place. The roads are safe even at night, the air is fresh and clean (and I really do appreciate it after Hong Kong), and most people are innocent, kind and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its because of globalisation - people can go anywhere they want to go, or disinterest, or even a greater disenchantment with life, people just don't feel all that charged with emotion when we talk about nationality anymore. t's sad, but I guess it's true to a certain that we'll probably never love our country as much as we love ourselves anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-636916881864890995?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/636916881864890995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=636916881864890995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/636916881864890995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/636916881864890995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/06/sound-of-music.html' title='Sound of Music'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-8658965994293483310</id><published>2007-06-01T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:26:12.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from HK!</title><content type='html'>Yay I'm back frm Hong Kong!! It was a darn good trip and we had tons of fun laughing, shopping every single moment, immortalising every minute of the trip with our cameras and of course as the rest of F5 would know blocking the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kongers are a really impatient lot, and though we met tons of nice people on the trip who went out of their way to help us out, like the concierge at Cosmo Hotel, there were many people who probably thought we were too slow to be bothered about us. There was this waitress even who stormed off because we were too slow in ordering our food. People were also generally not as friendly as I imagined, like the guy who glared at me because I accidentally touched his foot on the MTR even though I apologised but ok that was probably not his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall it was a darn good trip. Even though our hotel was facing the cemetary (haha!) and we were dead tired (note the pun) most of the time, we still had tons of fun in the hotel room, celebrating beabea's birthday and listening to ass talking about her love life and watching Jackie Chan and his ridiculous Hollywood movie. I'm so gonna miss them all, especially when nat and E fly off and I fly off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought tons of things too, like 1000 bags and shoes and stuff. We'd literally go to a store and buy like half of their goods away! Especially places that sold tidbits. We bought like 14 boxes of krispy kremes at Times Square, and we couldn't even fit into the cab, even though it was meant for 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of memories to share, hope to upload the photos here when I get them! We took photos like every waking moment because we just love ourselves so much haha!! But I didn't take many photos cos I thought it'd be quite unnecessary to load 5 of the same photos. F5 if you're reading this quickly upload them to shutterfly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wang's wedding tomorrow, looking forward to meeting Welco!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-8658965994293483310?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/8658965994293483310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=8658965994293483310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/8658965994293483310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/8658965994293483310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-hk.html' title='Back from HK!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-2403901362355651280</id><published>2007-05-24T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:43:43.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the joy</title><content type='html'>I was offered something today by a very kind soul whom I don't even know that would have saved me about $70-$80 buying Sammi's new album but I just couldn't do it, for a few very silly reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm sure there are much more than 3000 Sammi fans and I just cannot bring myself to own 2 of these precious box sets when so many people out there are hankering for them.&lt;br /&gt;2. I made a promise to the CD guy.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't want to owe them any more favours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds damn silly to me and I don't know why I didn't just take the free box set when I want it so much, but I just couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say no to a free trip over to HK for her concert though :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-2403901362355651280?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/2403901362355651280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=2403901362355651280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2403901362355651280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2403901362355651280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/05/spread-joy.html' title='Spread the joy'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-81273699482100770</id><published>2007-05-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:46:54.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>I spent a couple of hours packing my room today, but it looks even messier than before I packed it, simply because I grew bored of the whole idea and started dumping everything on my table so I can continue the tiresome business another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I realised I have many, many things on loan everywhere. And there are some of my Meg Cabots that I am so sure are just with some of you but I can't remember who!!!!! Please return to me asap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that I finally went for my two jabs today at Tan Tock Seng hospital. One is called the Mantoux (pronounced man-toe) skin test to test for Tuberculosis and the other a Meningoccocal Vaccine which prevents Some Disease To Do With The Brain. It's a painful and tiring process because I have to return to said hospital to retrieve my results on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm looking forward to tomorrow! That's because I will be seeing my dearest Half again. And we will be doing something silly...heehee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back for updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-81273699482100770?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/81273699482100770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=81273699482100770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/81273699482100770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/81273699482100770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/05/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-3631607576392221160</id><published>2007-05-18T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:02:37.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have weird friends too...</title><content type='html'>Seriously this is wasting my time but since Jamie and Gloree both tagged me I shall follow orders obediently. But I mean how am I at all weird? I am the QUEEN OF THE WORLD MAN I definitely am allowed to do what I want hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list thier names.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think old guys are hot. I'd take Hugh Grant, Andy Lau, Chow Yun Fatt, Louis Koo etc over young punks like Ashton Kutcher, Justin Timberlake and other ANYDAY!!! But ok that may be because it's Ashton Kutcher and Justin Timberlake we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think S.H.E is a pretty cool pop group. Ella is so adorable, Hebe is SO COOL and Selina is, well, Selina. I KNOW I AM LOSING MY SENSES SOMEONE PLEASE KILL ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I think women are much hotter than men. There's just this quality about women that makes them all so irresistible, even to girls. And I have their photos and posters all over my room and desktop. I can name countless number of women that are super hot and I'm sure you will all agree with me when I say people like Sammi, Keira Knightley, Angelina Jolie, Honyi and Shitty are all SO HOT I'll bet they accelerate global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have to trip on the carpeting or some sort of flooring at least once a week. This is not a personal choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I keep a notebook where I record who owes me money and how much. I also have a few pages where I list all the movies that I've watched because I've watched so many that I accidentally watch something again because I'd f0rgotten that I'd already watched it. And I rate these movies on a scale of ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm always wearing the huge 32nd jacket that I love even though it's too big for me and makes me look fat and sloppy. F5 hates it and they think it's ugly as hell but hey! It's the most comfortable thing ever and I am SO bringing it to Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tagging anyone!! This has been so dumb goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-3631607576392221160?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/3631607576392221160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=3631607576392221160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/3631607576392221160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/3631607576392221160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-weird-friends-too.html' title='I have weird friends too...'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-6425138690785541152</id><published>2007-05-14T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:17:41.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>Whoever wrote on my horoscope in the beginning of the year that I'll have a great career track this year ought to be shot dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I think about it, maybe it's precisely because my career track is great, that's why I'm going through all this ups and downs and heres and theres. Maybe I'm just meant for something else, something better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, I'm going to wonderland (hopefully) in a couple of months, whatever happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit is right, you never know what we can do. in a couple of years, or in 10-20 years, we'll come back and sit on their faces. Step until all their faces become pulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(@&amp;#(@*#&amp;amp;(@^#(*&amp;amp;^@*#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-6425138690785541152?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/6425138690785541152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=6425138690785541152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/6425138690785541152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/6425138690785541152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/05/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-3359197322326689216</id><published>2007-05-10T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:07:53.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody needs a Sammi</title><content type='html'>Aunt May said in Spiderman 2: "Everybody needs a hero."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everybody needs a Sammi Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a Sammi Cheng? You most probably don't know him or her, but it's that voice, that special quality, that familiarity that makes know everything is all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how popular we are, how many best friends who are always willing to listen to us and share our pain, how loving your family is, there are some things that are just better when left unsaid. At these times, you just need a familiar voice to tell you everything is ok, that you will pick yourself up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't necessarily have to listen to Sammi Cheng though, which is why I say people need a Sammi Cheng. Your Sammi may be Avril Lavigne, or Good Charlotte, or Kelly Clarkson - whoever. But it's just someone whom you're so used to listening to, so used to watching, that the first voice you'll look for is his or hers. Especially when you don't want to talk to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a loner, but there are times when I really want to be alone, and just submerge myself in a different world, in someone else's voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-3359197322326689216?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/3359197322326689216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=3359197322326689216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/3359197322326689216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/3359197322326689216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/05/everybody-needs-sammi.html' title='Everybody needs a Sammi'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-8929968635860548313</id><published>2007-05-08T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T01:30:44.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrella</title><content type='html'>Friends who know me and the anatomy of my Warehouse bag well enough will recognise a sneaky but essential character - my little Elmo umbrella, Ernie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate plays a huge part in many things in this world. I can never forget the moment we met at Narita Airport last June. I'd been walking aimlessly down the shops, waiting for our domestic flight back to Tokyo from Hokkaido, and I entered this shop full of girly accessories. I took a glance, and almost walked out when I saw the row of umbrellas gleaming in the sharp, bright light. As usual I looked out for my favourite character, the Orange-Boy-Friend-Of-Bert Ernie, but I guess not enough people like him. So I had to choose between the other monsters, like bluish Cookie Monster, yellow Big Bird and reddish Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I don't quite fancy Elmo. In my impression, Elmo is a stuck up little fella (he hides it well) who's so proud of his fame and popularity that he HAS to appear 90% of the time on the show, wheras the guys who are genuinely funny like Cookie Monster and Oscar and of course Ernie and Bert are left to share the rest of the screen time along with the annoying ABC and 123 learning bits. The only reason I picked him was because he's red, and it's my favourite colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in order to make it up to my favourite cartoon character of all time, I named my umbrella Ernie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie has done a lot for me, especially in the past 5 months. He has kept me company in all my trips to different parts of Singapore, shielding me from both the murderous Singapore sun and the havoc-wrecking tropical rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all. Being a tiny little fella, Ernie is unable to shield more than one person at any time. As such, unless necessary, I do not have to share my precious Ernie with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't think that this is a one-sided relationship. I do show my appreciation on occassion! Every time I board a bus after it rains, I refuse to lay it on the floor of the bus because it's so filled with grime and dirt I'm so worried it'll stain my poor Ernie. I'd rather hold it for the entire journey than lay it down! I'd also fold his sleeves gently, making sure everything is nice and straight before I tie him up and slot him back home, where he can stay dry and warm. I'm very loving towards my Ernie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-8929968635860548313?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/8929968635860548313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=8929968635860548313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/8929968635860548313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/8929968635860548313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/05/umbrella.html' title='Umbrella'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-8874885035202969388</id><published>2007-04-26T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:14:27.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-8874885035202969388?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/8874885035202969388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=8874885035202969388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/8874885035202969388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/8874885035202969388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/04/ass.html' title='Ass'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-2423935810094331932</id><published>2007-04-23T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:37:45.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Tech</title><content type='html'>I'm too tired these days to write essays on my blogs, and I'm a bit used to writing each sentence in separate paragraphs so it's easier for people to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pausing the hot people thing because it's not in sync with today's mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I wanna say today is: I'd be lying to say I'm not worried after seeing the Virginia Tech shooting incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it has to happen in the country I'm going to in a couple of months, though THANKFULLY not the same state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, ya he HAS to be Asian, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what kind of sick guy would take a gun and go around shooting random people?????? And how many thousand lives are you gonna affect just because of a moment of selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just saw that this Columbia girl was raped etc etc and almost got murdered or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not making it easier to convince my parents and grandparents. What's with all the mad people!! Are they all emerging at the same time or is it because I'm starting to pay attention to the country I'm going to be living in for the next four years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, does four years sound long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!! I seriously can. I haven't read a SINGLE bad comment about Brown and everyone seriously sounds really positive and excited and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet on the other hand I really feel sorry for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know on one hand they've been like the PARENTS, the strongest people in the world forever. And then suddenly you look back and you realise they're just ordinary people, leaning on each other for support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they want me to go have fun and experience life at Brown and everything, but I know at the same time they can't bear for me to leave at all. Like my dad who keeps asking me to re-consider NUS or HKU. Or my mom who keeps asking me to go home for dinner because I'm flying off soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, it's every bit as difficult as it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tearing as I type this for some reason, maybe because it's an emotional period and my menses is coming (it definitely is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness I'm gonna cry buckets at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Shit. I cannot even leave her for more than 2-3 days!!! I HAVE to see this tiny lump every week at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like SO MANY other people I don't want to start listing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously my family really gets me. I guess I never really realised how important they are to me. They are the few people who really matter, the last things or people in the world I'd ever give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet now I'll be leaving them, for the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knew Honyi could be so emotional ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-2423935810094331932?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/2423935810094331932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=2423935810094331932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2423935810094331932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2423935810094331932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-tech.html' title='Virginia Tech'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-1896865280412517682</id><published>2007-04-11T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:40:23.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Bobbert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rhxgu6CvM4I/AAAAAAAAABY/9K_yjylUJn4/s1600-h/robbie_williams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rhxgu6CvM4I/AAAAAAAAABY/9K_yjylUJn4/s320/robbie_williams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052019240973841282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hot Stuff #4: Robbie Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xun introduced him more than a year ago and though I don't really think he's THAT hot physically (the immense amounts of hair he has on his body is kind of off-putting for me) I've been in love with him ever since. How can anyone be so talented!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliance is always sexy :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing much I want to say here, except:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bye Bye Bobbert and Quarter! You will be sorely missed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-1896865280412517682?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1896865280412517682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=1896865280412517682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1896865280412517682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1896865280412517682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/04/bye-bye-bobbert.html' title='Bye Bye Bobbert!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rhxgu6CvM4I/AAAAAAAAABY/9K_yjylUJn4/s72-c/robbie_williams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-627632730384327093</id><published>2007-04-08T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:40:23.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleco 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rhj98xcAGhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YJCt22pKwEg/s1600-h/michelle-yeoh-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rhj98xcAGhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YJCt22pKwEg/s320/michelle-yeoh-picture-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051066202600774162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hotstuff #3: Michelle Yeoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone look so SMOKIN' HOT at 40+++???! She's my favourite Bond girl, and I think one of the rare few who actually didn't sleep with Bond!! How amazing is that!! But yes she's HOT and an ass-kickin lady so I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so inarticulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleco 2007 was great!! I didn't know how much I missed the 32nd until Saturday! All along I've been meeting up with SACO, Welco and other random people like Jamie and Bobbert but (random because we weren't all that close in school), but hey! I miss all those times I had with people like zeze whom I was pretty chummy with and etc etc etc. It's just weird not to see all these people walking down the corridor anymore. Not that work is not fun just that when I go back for school things like these I remember all these people and all the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm bored. Back to msn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-627632730384327093?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/627632730384327093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=627632730384327093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/627632730384327093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/627632730384327093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/04/eleco-2007.html' title='Eleco 2007'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rhj98xcAGhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YJCt22pKwEg/s72-c/michelle-yeoh-picture-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-5790238492981351330</id><published>2007-03-30T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:40:24.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's girl:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rgy76MuONZI/AAAAAAAAABI/4lQg0rciTmg/s1600-h/Sandra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rgy76MuONZI/AAAAAAAAABI/4lQg0rciTmg/s320/Sandra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047615890897384850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say why I like her so much, but like Hugh Grant and Sammi Cheng I've watched almost every single one of her films. Needless to say Two Weeks Notice starring Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock is one of favourite movies all-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked fabulous when she was skinny, but exudes a mature womanliness even though she has gained a bit of weight. Very sexy, very attractive, very seductive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But back to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally got our decisions!! Got what I really, really wanted, so I've been elated the entire day. Skipping to work, dancing here and there, hugging random people HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have other problems. Does anyone wish to give me $350k and put me out of my misery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-5790238492981351330?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/5790238492981351330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=5790238492981351330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/5790238492981351330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/5790238492981351330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-girl-sandra-bullock.html' title=''/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/Rgy76MuONZI/AAAAAAAAABI/4lQg0rciTmg/s72-c/Sandra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-4656839996914329576</id><published>2007-03-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:40:24.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like my Life</title><content type='html'>Hmm I resolve to post a picture of someone I like very much here regularly. Since I already posted a picture of Sammi yesterday, and here's one of Hugh Grant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RgqDnsuONYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LiXhGv606RE/s1600-h/hugh-page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RgqDnsuONYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LiXhGv606RE/s320/hugh-page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046991050465228162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is 47 years old, just 3 youngers than my dad, and yet I find him inexcusably, irresistably attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at his eyes! How can anyone say he's not the sexiest man alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about him - his flopsie hairdo, his thin, kissable lips, his sad, puppy eyes that make you want to run up to him, give him big hug and pledge your eternal devotion, his pure wit and intelligence, his very English accent...EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, those lines on his foreheads and his crow's feet? Just makes him even sexier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this thing for older men :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Admittedly, I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes, I get reminded that I live in a highly protected world. My life, as well as everyone surrounding me, lead clean, almost pristine lives. All of us went to good primary schools, got reasonable (or even excellent) scores and went to top secondary schools. We progressed from there, worked hard like our parents and our minds told us too, and made it to top junior colleges. From there, we made the most of our time, found valuable friends, joined all sorts of healthy activities like Students' Council or choir, did things that would only add to our portfolio. At the end of everything, we got our As and we're moving on to universities. The only difficulty is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which &lt;/span&gt;university. Harvard? Yale? or Oxford? PSC or SPH? Should I stay in NUS and move on to grad school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, when I look back at my spotless, almost shining track record, I feel a sudden pang of claustrophobia. Do I want to be someone who, at my deathbed, remember life as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like that&lt;/span&gt;? Am I so afraid of making the wrong decisions now that I've turned into one of the clones whose sole purpose is to churn money for the economy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we realise that there are people out there who don't lead the lives that we do? People our age who drop out of school and do all sorts of funny things, rather than study and "reach for their potential".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd, because I like to read about them. They lead lives that are so different, I can never believe we belong to the same era, or even the same space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say funny people are actually really solemn and depressed inside. From the looks of it, I'm turning into one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-4656839996914329576?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/4656839996914329576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=4656839996914329576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4656839996914329576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4656839996914329576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-like-my-life.html' title='I Like my Life'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RgqDnsuONYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LiXhGv606RE/s72-c/hugh-page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-7109567095056304316</id><published>2007-03-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:40:25.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Influence</title><content type='html'>Haven't written about her in ages, I think, but she's still someone very close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RgkwBMVSezI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1GYk-35VWko/s1600-h/wnep44p01a_mi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RgkwBMVSezI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1GYk-35VWko/s320/wnep44p01a_mi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046617654493870898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RgkwBcVSe0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9s6CUa2JHiY/s1600-h/mivenice71wr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RgkwBcVSe0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9s6CUa2JHiY/s320/mivenice71wr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046617658788838210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RgkwBcVSe1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/f4ZchZZQ4Xg/s1600-h/mivenice50zs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RgkwBcVSe1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/f4ZchZZQ4Xg/s320/mivenice50zs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046617658788838226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC people probably don't know that I'm THAT crazy about her, but I really, really, really am. People I'm close to will know my room and my desk at TNP are like Sammi Shrines. I erected these poster holder things (cost me $100) just to place her posters! Her photos and posters are just pasted everywhere and placed all over my desk, her CDs placed chronologically in my cupboard. I even have a photo of her in my wallet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I was completely prepared to fly over to watch her in HK during May, but because the rest of F5 can't make it during those dates, I'll just have to settle with the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I have been influenced by her over the 7 years. Her thoughts about life, her dressing and her simplistic sense of style. I just realised I have the face of a 16 year old and the taste of a 30 year old. Which is probably why I don't go to fareast and heeren, because everything's just too young!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me pretty long to realise what kind of influence Ms Cheng has on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she managed to lose like 15-20kg to become what she is now, wonder if I'll ever do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-7109567095056304316?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/7109567095056304316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=7109567095056304316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/7109567095056304316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/7109567095056304316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/03/influence.html' title='Influence'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RgkwBMVSezI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1GYk-35VWko/s72-c/wnep44p01a_mi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-4991695106784326150</id><published>2007-03-26T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:31:49.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Weekend is over, and the army guys are back where they are, mostly in ocs, some in sispec and etc., so it's gonna be some time before we're gonna see all beloved friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had the bestest weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner on Friday night with The Dysfunctional One, The Ming, The Yan and The Qi. Technically I wasn't invited to that dinner, but I was too bored so I invited myself to it HAHA!! Anyway it was fun, because I hadn't seen them in AGES though I used to spend every day with them. We went to this pub place in Chinatown which is, apparently, quite famous and popular but because we went at about 7plus, the place was pretty empty. I had a mocktail while everyone else had alcohol, like Screaming Orgasm or some other shit, and Huiyan acty got a bit lightheaded HAHA!! That silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was great! I spent the entire afternoon with Shit after I had this hideous haircut. Because we shop at different places (Shit prefers the younger places), we had this whole stupid route planned out. We started at Far East where Shit could do her shopping, before moving to Taka for me, and then crossing over to the Paragon for me again and then going to the Heeren for her. But it was good! Despite all the waiting and compromising, it actually turned out to be a pretty productive trip! Shit bought a top and we both bought the same amazing sweaters from the same shop!! I love it so much I just can't bear to peel it off my skin heehee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our splurge/shopping trip, Shit and I went on to meet some people from Welco (omg I miss them so much although half of us are already in SACO) like Siqi (whom Daen still insists on calling boss-m'am), Daen, Haining (go ask him why he has a bandage thing on his chin!!), Gum, Mindy and Fuzzy Rong. Sadly Yunxiao didn't turn up, because he was going to!! We went to watch Bean, my favouritest guy in the world. And I thought it was hilarious!! Gloree thinks  the jokes are too deliberate, but seriously it's BEAN!!!! Isn't the name BEAN deliberate enough?! But then again there were times when only Shit and I were laughing in the theatre, so perhaps we're just easily amused -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was interesting.  I shopped arnd Marina from abt 2pm and crashed Bazhang's end-of-lunch at 3.30pm because I was bored out of my wits. Escorted Alice out to the taxi stand because she was feeling ill and her face was drained of colour. Had a 1.5 hour chat with Calcal after the rest of bazhang left before I met F5 for E's ballet Coppelia. It was pretty good!!! E was the Coppelia doll, so she had to stay real straight the whole time, and I thought she looked pretty freaky, but hey! She was a convincing doll heehee!!! But I kinda noticed something. When the male ballet dancer stopped, he'd clench his butt. Don't blame me!! Because I was sitting near the stage. Was he supposed to do that??? And I ALWAYS wonder, don't they feel self conscious wearing those suit things? Like exposing your entire, uhm, shape to the world. OK it seems watching endless ballets and arts performances has not made me more cultured -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-4991695106784326150?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/4991695106784326150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=4991695106784326150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4991695106784326150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4991695106784326150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-7701777372802547658</id><published>2007-03-23T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:32:15.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee!</title><content type='html'>Whee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saco Getaway was all fun and great, and I really, really wanted to blog about it, but I'm a bit lazy now. So those who want to read all about it should just go to Half's blog. Though of course it's not an accurate representation of what we did, since she so conveniently left out all the stupid things she did, like lean on the elevator buttons in the hotel, causing the idiotic lift to stop at every level before we reached -gasp- Level 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since she is my favourite Half I won't expose her any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK time for my hot date. Will be back in a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-7701777372802547658?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/7701777372802547658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=7701777372802547658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/7701777372802547658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/7701777372802547658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/03/whee.html' title='Whee!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-2566021401616304887</id><published>2007-03-15T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:19:59.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Mindy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SACO Getaway countdown: 2 more days!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-2566021401616304887?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/2566021401616304887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=2566021401616304887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2566021401616304887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2566021401616304887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-mindy.html' title='I Love Mindy!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-4696886640704716471</id><published>2007-03-13T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:51:31.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement!</title><content type='html'>Ironically, now that exams are REALLY over, and we don't have to mug 24/7 anymore, everyone is busier than ever. What with all the work and all that, people can't find the time to meet anymore. Even blogs seem a bit quiet these days, so maybe the dude on ST was right, about blogs dying off this year. But maybe that's just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't blog in the morning, it makes me slightly melancholic. Because I actually came online to say I'm super excited about this weekend! Finally, some sort of getaway!! Even if it isn't actually to anywhere, I'm gonna spend an entire weekend with 5 of my favourite people!!!! But we should think of how we're going to spend this holiday well. NO SHIT we CANNOT GO TO SENTOSA ON BOTH DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applications for local universities have begun, and like Gloree said, it seems most people are ditching their plans to go overseas. I am one fine example. I applied to about 10 unis but I'm throwing all that away because I think I might be more suitable for Law than Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is one amazing, well, God, because He/She really moves in unpredictable patterns. It's like how I chose MG over NY last minute after my PSLE results, HC over AC after O Levels, and nwo Law over Lit after my A Levels, everything was done last minute. God may be trying to tell me something here haha, but I know He/She will always give me surprises. Unfortunately Law school is insanely competitive, so I'll just see what happens. Looking very much forward to attending Law School with Shit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Jiadi and I were saying yesterday, if everything works out well, we can very well open our own SACO Holdings, with a SACO Law Firm (Shit and I), SACO Hospital (with Jiadi and Cal at the helm), SACO Hotel (with Meat Low) and SACO Airlines (Rong). We can even have strong links to the Goverment because we will have Mindy HAHA and I don't know what Paul wants to do yet but maybe he can co-ordinate everything hehheh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang is so gonna froth at the mouth if that ever happens. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough fantasizing during lunch time. Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-4696886640704716471?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/4696886640704716471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=4696886640704716471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4696886640704716471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4696886640704716471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/03/excitement.html' title='Excitement!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-6715645533935276908</id><published>2007-03-07T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:30:51.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days after</title><content type='html'>Despite my D for Dreadful I think I still did pretty ok. At least, since I've never gotten more than a single A! And yay I think my results are enough to get my anywhere I want (unless I screw the writing tests and interviews), except that I can no longer hope to get a scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am considering this other scholarship board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many unis I can get into though. So far I've applied to (excluding NUS) 10 universities oh my goodness!! And it's not the end because as I speak now I'm applying to NUS. I'm terribly sorry to all the teachers if I actually stay in NUS because they really spent a lot of time and effort writing all the recommendations and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been considerably frustrated these days, because I really don't know what I want. It happens everytime, like when I was waiting to get into Secondary school I changed my mind last minute and went to MG instead, which turned out great. Then after dying to get into ACJC for 4 years I changed my mind AGAIN and got into HC, which also turned out to be an excellent experience, albeit different. Now even though I've been so set on journalism this whole while I'm starting to think if Law may be more suitable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I'm just plodding along, waiting to see what happens. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-6715645533935276908?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/6715645533935276908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=6715645533935276908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/6715645533935276908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/6715645533935276908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/03/few-days-after.html' title='A few days after'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-3577545016960473228</id><published>2007-03-01T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T20:12:57.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before</title><content type='html'>It's always frightening The Day Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to go home early, take a hot warm bath and just sleep all the way tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't have to think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, because I've just finished writing 100cms (go buy on Sunday) and arranged 3 photoshoots, I'm so tired my eyeballs are about to fall out, and my head feels a bit heavier than the rest of my body, which is quite an achievement I must say, considering the amount of weight I have been putting on lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still in the office, because my story is still being cleared. Thank God everyone is really patient with me, because I think I wrote a pretty screwy story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're things to celebrate about though. For example, Sammi's new song is out!! It's called Long Live Love! And I've already downloaded a radio cap of the song, and I've been listening to it on repeat in the office. I'll so definitely buy the single or the mp3 when it's released because she has most definitely improved. It's not an easy song to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels slightly surreal hearing her voice in a different song after 3 years though. It's pretty amazing, because when I heard her song was to be released on Wednesday (28/2) I immediately turned the HK radio on, and lo and behold, her voice came flooding in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like oh my is that Sammi! But her voice is unmistakable, not like some kiddy singers I might mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her concert dates have also been confirmed, so I'm planning my trip down with F5 immediately! And Sammi is sweet enough to send her assistant Elinor to help fans buy tickets, so I'm pretty excited!!!! Have to order the tickets quickly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1920 now. How many more hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually though I'm worried, I feel an odd sense of serenity inside. Like Bobbert and KennethKenneth said, I've already done all that I can. Of course, secretly I still hope for 3As, plus a B3 for GP, but what's the probability of THAT happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope all of us does well!! God bless all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-3577545016960473228?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/3577545016960473228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=3577545016960473228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/3577545016960473228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/3577545016960473228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-before.html' title='The Day Before'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-87348173764546027</id><published>2007-02-26T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:19:29.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whining</title><content type='html'>I decide to whine about busy friends on one entry and I get scolded by my cousin and friend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK not scolded, but you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not talking abt being single!! I relish being single!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I think I yue miao yue hei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, this weekend will be quite...different I think. For once I cannot anticipate what will happen during the weekend. Will I hole myself up in my room or will I go on a whole series of parties? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm back at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you HC guys this Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-87348173764546027?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/87348173764546027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=87348173764546027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/87348173764546027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/87348173764546027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/02/whining.html' title='Whining'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-2949434232085200807</id><published>2007-02-24T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:59:07.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Lifeness</title><content type='html'>It's the long-awaited and anticipated weekend but I can't seem to find anything to do, other than play Sammi's CNY song in loop. Either that or Sammi and Liza Wang's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet no one reading this blog knows who Liza Wang is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since my beloved Half has requested that I write something to fill this empty void of a space then I will think of something to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been fun though! I went out quite a few times with different people, and like Bobbert said on his blog (which I have put a link to over here) there have been a lot of firsts this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite lazy to write about it though, because as I said a couple of weeks ago I have a not-so-private journal thing now, plus it's my JOB TO WRITE EVERYDAY but there are some pretty nice photos (I look nice at least HAHAHA) on Bob's blog so go read and see if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in short I think Bob Shit and I are an unusual but really compatible trio!!! HAHA mainly because we're really full of bullshit! The three of us really click and it's really amazing how we've never really gone out like this before!! And it took us like what, 8 months after council ended to realise?! So now we've formed this lame Triangle of Trust (TOT) thing HAHAHAHAHAHAAH which amuses me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bob when you read this pls send me the photos HAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that it's weekend I have nothing to do!! Will someone PLEASE DATE ME!!!!!! I don't want to be stuck home watching Friends every weekend until I'm 80 and dead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh my goodness. 6 days. I'm so freaking freaking dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-2949434232085200807?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/2949434232085200807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=2949434232085200807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2949434232085200807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/2949434232085200807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-lifeness.html' title='No Lifeness'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-1806312887778916282</id><published>2007-02-17T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:15:20.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobbert</title><content type='html'>I am eternally grateful to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOBBERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't say why here, but seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-1806312887778916282?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1806312887778916282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=1806312887778916282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1806312887778916282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1806312887778916282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/02/bobbert.html' title='Bobbert'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-8983176545458764954</id><published>2007-02-08T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:23:48.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yay! It's Minsi's birthday! Happy birthday Minsi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to blog on and about my own birthday! Which was on the 4th February hahaha. Haven't done anything THAT exciting or radical this year, but it was fun while it lasted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I like to thank the people who messaged me to wish me happy birthday!! These are the people (in chronological order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. PAN HUIYAN MY FAVOURITE NEIGHBOUR WHO HAS BIG B**BS AND WHO WAS ONLY 2 MINS LATE!!&lt;br /&gt;2. TAN WAN KAI MY FAVOURITE COLLEAGUE WHOM I KNOW HAS A SECRET CRUSH ON ME&lt;br /&gt;3. SHITTY CHEN MY FAVOURITE OTHER HALF WHO SPENT THE ENTIRE BIRTHDAY WEEKEND INCLUDING FRIDAY WITH ME!!&lt;br /&gt;4. PAUL CHENG MY OTHER QUARTER WHO STILL OWES ME MONEY&lt;br /&gt;5. CHOONG XUN YU MY IDIOT BEST FRIEND WHO WAS SWEET ENOUGH TO REMEMBER MY BIRTHDAY BUT APPARENTLY NOT MY PRESENT&lt;br /&gt;6. TAN LITING MY FAVORUITE CLASSMATE WHO WAS A WAITRESS&lt;br /&gt;7. MINSI ALSO MY FAVOURITE CLASSMATE BECAUSE SHE IS DAMN FUNNY AND ALSO AN AQUARIUS BABY&lt;br /&gt;8. MEAT LOW THE UGLY THING WHO IS CRAZY ABOUT WU ZUN&lt;br /&gt;9. MINDY ONG THE EVEN UGLIER THING WHO IS NOT CRAZY ABOUT ANYTHING EXCEPT SAVING MONEY&lt;br /&gt;10. SI HUA MY PREFECT FRIEND FROM MG WHOM I HAVE NOT SPOKEN TO IN YEARS&lt;br /&gt;11. CHEN JIADI WHO IS STILL JOBLESS AND WHO STILL HAS MY MOM'S DVDS&lt;br /&gt;12. CLARE POH WHO IS LIKE GONNA GET TEN THOUSAND As FOR HER A-LEVELS AND IS GONNA STUDY SOMETHING BORING LIKE PHYSICS&lt;br /&gt;13. DELL THE BELL WHO IS MY HOTTEST CLASSMATE FROM B3 AND WHO US ALSO AN AQUARIUS BABY&lt;br /&gt;14. ELAINE HENG MY F5 SWEETIE WHO WAS NICE ENOUGH TO TEXT ME EVEN THOUGH I SAW HER THAT NIGHT TOO&lt;br /&gt;15. WEIQI MY SKINNIEST AND ALSO FAVOURITE CLASSMATE WHO LIKES NAN XUE ZHANG EVEN THOUGH HE IS QT DISGUSTING IN THE SHOW HAHA&lt;br /&gt;16. SUZ ALSO ANOTHER SKINNY PERSON WHO'S LIKE ONE OF THE HOTTEST PEOPLE FROM B3 OTHER THAN MYSELF OF COURSE&lt;br /&gt;17. BEATRICE LAU MY F5 MAMA WHO'S GETTING MORE AND MORE SEXY AS SHE GROWS OLDER&lt;br /&gt;18. XINYU FROM HUANG CHENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's about it!!&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with my family on Saturday at our favourite Russian place, before going home. We had a great time playing carems and poker the whole night till 2am HAHA my dad was so super excited he kept laughing and chuckling to himself. And though I lost $6 to my dad in the end I still had tons of fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with F5 was great!! Well technically it was dinner with F3 since Nat and E came like uber late as per normal but it was still good!! They gave me the loveliest surprise - a cake!! They actually met up the day before to bake the cake for me!! Though of course it came out slightly dodgy it was still edible HAHA! But it was really touching!! Love them lots!! And of course the toy elmo-in-diapers that they gave me was just adorable. It's lying on my bed next to Ernie and Cookie Monster now!!!! My sesame street collection always makes me feel happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-8983176545458764954?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/8983176545458764954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=8983176545458764954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/8983176545458764954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/8983176545458764954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/02/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-6660637714543594889</id><published>2007-01-30T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:23:48.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I've been keeping a written journal, so actually it doesn't make sense for me to blog anymore, since only a few people read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my "journal" wasn't meant to be a journal, I was intending to write more interesting things to keep CalCal alive in NS, so he has something to read/do before he goes to bed or something, since he sounded like he was about to die when he gave me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK fine it's just me being selfish because I'm always feeling bored on buses and I just needed something to do. Plus it'll save me $$ because I'll just use it as his birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness I'm a horrible person, even to my bestest friends!  HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now all the stuff that's in the million pages I've written is slightly mundane so I think he might feel worse than he already is reading it HAHA! I keep repeating how Wu Zun and Ella are cute I think I might go into fits reading it if I were him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I should keep it as a private journal and just buy him a wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, RONG RONG!!!!!! Shit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for Ella and Wu Zun's thing yesterday, and got some posters. I rolled it/them up and carried it/them home, and saw a few teenage girls who didn't manage to get the poster. They were seriously GLARING at me, and I was thinking to myself, if any one of them were nice and gracious enough to just smile at me, I'll give her my poster, since I don't like them that much anyway. But since no one did, I brought it all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well young girls nowadays are just beyond me, and I feel as if I'm already from another generation. I watch the little girls in tiny minis and tight, unsuitable tops at Far East and I think, forget about bringing Sexy back, just bring Normalcy or Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I agree wearing jeans and polo tee 24/7 isn't very classy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is with the skipping school and glaring at other people because of a few good-looking and talented (? Open to debate). I simply cannot comprehend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am getting on in years!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-6660637714543594889?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/6660637714543594889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=6660637714543594889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/6660637714543594889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/6660637714543594889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-4410764694143734923</id><published>2007-01-28T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:40:25.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.H.E Perfect 3 Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RbuBS2i8gXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GOUVkVJVAdc/s1600-h/she3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RbuBS2i8gXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GOUVkVJVAdc/s320/she3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024751970141634930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've just got home from my first concert this year - S.H.E Perfect 3 World Tour!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the tickets from mediacorp haha!  I just emailed them on Meat (who was eager to watch Wu Zun from Farenheit)'s request and actually got the tickets HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we sat like 100000 miles away from the stage and each performer was like the size of my last finger nail, it was still really really good. Meat and I were like so high throughout the entire show!! And because they were smart/nice enough to put the lyrics on the screens we could actually sing along!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing much to pick about the 3 girls. They were friendly and adorable, and you could tell they have put in tons of effort for this concert. Almost every song was like a dance song, so there were like 94793824 dance steps they had to memorise, and I don't remember any mistakes from any of them. Really impressive!! Their singing is not impeccable, but their vocals were strong and powerful. They're very, very good singers I'd say!! And they sound fabulous together!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response was superb too!! Especially in the $148 region, everyone was standing from the first song to the last!! And even in the $98 region (ours) people like us were bouncing and screaming   (ok only us, but still!) so it was totally high HIGH HIGH!!!!! They didn't have to try very hard to get us high though, the occassional burst of fireworks or just their appearance was good enough to get us screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highest point for me was when Stef Sun appeared. I think I just went into a frenzy and Meat and I just screamed through all of her 3 songs HAHA so embarrassing!! Her voice sounded a bit odd though, not Stef Sun-ish!! But it was ok, because she was so hot everyone was literally shouting along so couldn't really hear her HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farenheit was, well, ok. Hmm. I mean they're more known for their good looks than anything, but I was sitting too far away. But Wu Zun is definitely HOT among the girls!! Even I screamed when he came out HAHAHA!! How degrading!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't admit this, but I'm like a converted S.H.E fan now!! At least a fan enough to get me screaming S.H.E!!!!! S.H.E!!!!! at their encore which is something I refuse to do unless it's Sammi then obviously, different story. They're a really GREAT TEAM though I still think it's a pity they don't have better songs.  But I guess those weird electronic songs like Superstar REALLY come to great use during concerts, because even though I think it's a pretty dumb song I totally lost my head and shouted along during the encore HAHA! Ni Shi Dian, Ni Shi Guang, Ni Shi Wei Yi De Shen Hua, Wo Zhi Ai Ni, YOU ARE MY SUPERSTAR!!! Like uhm, eww. But it was great!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-4410764694143734923?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/4410764694143734923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=4410764694143734923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4410764694143734923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4410764694143734923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-perfect-3-concert.html' title='S.H.E Perfect 3 Concert'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqFXDv6il80/RbuBS2i8gXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GOUVkVJVAdc/s72-c/she3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-3549356323543634236</id><published>2007-01-24T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T11:16:32.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invasion</title><content type='html'>OK I'll bet some people have already noticed but there are weird people invading my tagboard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out these "weird people" are actually my cousins! HAHA! Meet ShuEn, 18-19, who's currently in the University of Michigan studying some Science thing (bio-something) and ShuQian, 16-17, who has just graduated from ZhongHua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's quite disconcerting that they've found my blog all of a sudden and subsequently started talking to me on msn because we don't normally say more than ten sentences to each other every year?? And the last time I called and said hello this is JingYi one of them said WHO?? So I guess you can't say we're really chummy or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're my cousins after all, hahaha, so HELLO!! It's really nice to hear from you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAMMI IS SO BACK OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-3549356323543634236?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/3549356323543634236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=3549356323543634236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/3549356323543634236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/3549356323543634236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/01/invasion.html' title='Invasion'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-5498360606724794346</id><published>2007-01-19T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:28:16.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I've written anything substantial. Well obviously it's because I stare at a computer screen at work typing typing typing and one does not want to continue doing that at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a journalist in TNP (The New Paper) can be quite typical, but it's still interesting to me. I meet different people everyday- people of different races, from completely different backgrounds, men and women from all walks of life. It's really getting out of your comfort zone, talking to people who may be wary of you, talking to people who are three times older, talking to people who don't want to talk to you at all. It's challenging, but there's something new almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the late nights. Journalists must be real hermits, because we have no social life. Firstly, you go to work every day not knowing when you can knock off and what you might be doing that day (unless you're like you know, doing your own story or continuing yesterday's work). Admittedly, that's very exciting for me, but it also means we can't arrange for any dinner dates. Not like F5 or SACO's very free anyway so that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I've taken to renting DVDs every Sunday, because it's my source of very fulfilling entertainment. On a nice cold night it's pretty nice to lie alone on the couch outside with my pillow and warm blanket watching Sandra Bullock tell Keanu Reeves how much she loves him. Or Superman with his really hot bod. I think one can never have enough of movies. It's just the sustenance for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how Shit is doing! Haven't spoken to her in a couple of days. Of course she left a tag here to tell me she's finally quitting her dreaded job but still! I miss you babe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course ASS working happily in MG as a teacher heehee and who's always me randomly and always at the wrong hours to talk rubbish to me for 2 seconds and then hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how the NS guys are!! I kinda miss talking to Xun, obviously, because I used to like talk to him every night. And Calcal and RongRong and lucky enough to be bed pals so I'll bet they're gaying around happily inside HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday!! WEEKEND!! Like finally!!! Work's fun, but obviously no work is still better. Call me people!! At 63194093 at my work place if you see anything suspicious or something to complain about. Or if you're just very bored like Ass always is hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-5498360606724794346?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/5498360606724794346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=5498360606724794346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/5498360606724794346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/5498360606724794346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-8700628233725946840</id><published>2007-01-17T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:47:06.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm overworked, tired, smelly and I look like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I still haven't gotten the hang of things yet, I'm sure I will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou honyi!! And wankai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK God for Wankai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-8700628233725946840?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/8700628233725946840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=8700628233725946840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/8700628233725946840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/8700628233725946840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/01/fatigue.html' title='Fatigue'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-1140697274469458637</id><published>2007-01-14T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:58:33.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEEHEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Boob Twin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyourcelebrityboobtwinquiz/36c.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyourcelebrityboobtwinquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Celebrity Boob Twin?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Lara Croft&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/lara-croft.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything lost is meant to be found."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/"&gt;What Superheroine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I like her, but these results are like totally unintentional!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get a life -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-1140697274469458637?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/1140697274469458637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=1140697274469458637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1140697274469458637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/1140697274469458637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/01/heehee.html' title='HEEHEE!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-6568805723785841682</id><published>2007-01-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:32:23.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 things you need to lug around everywhere you go as a "news correspondent" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. At least 1 working pen&lt;br /&gt;2. A "reporter's shorthand notebook" (specifically)&lt;br /&gt;3. A UV-Ray blocking and Rain-Shielding i.e. Multi-purpose Umbrella (V. V. Important!!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Cellphone (duh)&lt;br /&gt;5. An ez-link card with a lot of money&lt;br /&gt;6. Tissue for wiping sweat and rain&lt;br /&gt;7. A working camera (because photogs can't always follow you around)&lt;br /&gt;8. A jacket (V. V. Important for hiding in the freezing office, rainy days and for shielding camera if from tabloid)&lt;br /&gt;9. Work Pass, for DEE-ing in and out of every single freaking door in the centre (which is acty damn fun to do HAHA!).&lt;br /&gt;10.  Extra socks especially when it's raining because you might have to trek around in water-logged areas and mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW you know why I had to buy the huge Warehouse bag and lug it everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-6568805723785841682?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/6568805723785841682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=6568805723785841682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/6568805723785841682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/6568805723785841682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/01/10-things.html' title='10 things'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-4475205302047118764</id><published>2007-01-08T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:37:14.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to explain myself</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the obsession with P&amp;P but I think it rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this blogskin is a bit suggestive but no! I just like how Keira Knightley is just ooozing with hotness in this picture! Hope you guys like it though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-4475205302047118764?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/4475205302047118764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=4475205302047118764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4475205302047118764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4475205302047118764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-to-explain-myself.html' title='Just to explain myself'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-5964095526937056327</id><published>2007-01-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T23:37:44.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being bored.</title><content type='html'>I got this from Xingyan!! Does she even read my blog heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start off with 100% and minus off 1% for each thing that has happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED= yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="69%"&gt;Smoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Drank alcohol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cried when someone died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Had sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Been to a concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a handjob/gotten a handjob.&lt;br /&gt;Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;Been verbally sexually harassed.&lt;br /&gt;Verbally sexually harassed somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Felt someone up and/or been felt up.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Been to prom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cried at school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.&lt;br /&gt;Went streaking.&lt;br /&gt;Given a lap dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Went scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;Driven a car.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten an xray.&lt;br /&gt;Hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;Had a party.&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Played strip poker.&lt;br /&gt;Got paid to strip for someone.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eaten sushi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought porn.&lt;br /&gt;Watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;Made porn.&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;Been in love.&lt;br /&gt;French kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Laughed so hard you cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cried yourself to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Laughed yourself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Been online for 9 consecutive hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched an animal die.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a person die.&lt;br /&gt;Had sex and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present.&lt;br /&gt;Pranked somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Put somebody in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kissed somebody of the same sex. (my teacher -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed punk.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed goth.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed preppy.&lt;br /&gt;Been to a motocross race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Avoided somebody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been stalked.&lt;br /&gt;Stalked someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Met a celebrity. (duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Played an instrument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ridden a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cut yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;Ding dong ditched somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Been to a wild party.&lt;br /&gt;Got caught stealing something.&lt;br /&gt;Kicked a guy in the balls.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Went out with your friend's crush. (ok not went out went out but like you know, went out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got arrested.&lt;br /&gt;Been pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Babysat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Been to another country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started your house on fire.&lt;br /&gt;Had an encounter with a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Donated your hair to cancer patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried over a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;Sat on your ass all day.&lt;br /&gt;Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Had a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten cut from a sports team.&lt;br /&gt;Been called a whore.&lt;br /&gt;Danced like a whore.&lt;br /&gt;Been mistaken for a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Been told you have beautiful eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Been told you have beautiful hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raped somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Danced in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Been rejected.&lt;br /&gt;Walked out of a restaurant without paying.&lt;br /&gt;Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final score: 76 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I just spend 5 mins on this thing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-5964095526937056327?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/5964095526937056327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=5964095526937056327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/5964095526937056327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/5964095526937056327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/01/being-bored.html' title='Being bored.'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-6795805042399208098</id><published>2007-01-02T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:48:06.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Jan</title><content type='html'>Happy new year!! But oops I'm slightly late. Never mind, a little procrastination never hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I was discussing with my favourite Ass today, this year's really full of uncertainty. Though my horoscope in 8-days says that I'll have a great year this year with many peaks (which I will choose to believe) it's really the first time I have no idea where at all my life will be heading from this moment on. I guess things will be more or less clearer after March when our you-know-what come back, but even then we won't be sure. Would I be going to the US? UK? HK? Or will I stay in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is more exciting that way, because it's so unpredicatable, so all you have to do is to really know what you want and go all the way! As such let me introduce my New Year Resoulutions for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honyi's New Year Resolutions for Jan-June&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop dressing like a slob. (IMPT) (Like really, seriously impt)&lt;br /&gt;2. Read more classics and famous stuff so I won't sound like an idiot in college&lt;br /&gt;3. Try my very best to get a scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;4. Work hard in SPH&lt;br /&gt;5. Seriously, go to HK with F5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anymore resolutions because all those things like lose ten pounds is totally impossible and anyway I'd ignore it. But I think it's quite important that I stop dressing like a slob because I think I've passed that age where I can just wear jeans and tee and everyone will forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start work tomorrow. Hope it's a lot of fun!! I don't know what to wear bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-6795805042399208098?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/6795805042399208098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=6795805042399208098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/6795805042399208098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/6795805042399208098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2007/01/2nd-jan.html' title='2nd Jan'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-90082902660859278</id><published>2006-12-28T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T01:48:40.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>It's a tradition I try to keep every year during Christmas. I'd like to thank the people who have been very, very dear to me the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My family:&lt;br /&gt;Ok none of you read my blog, but really, you guys have been and will always be the closest people I have. Though I see my school washroom more than I see you guys, I know you'll always be there for me, and I just want you all to know that I've always known how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. F5&lt;br /&gt;Ass: Hello ass I've known you for like 5 years!! How completely horrifying! And though we may not be as active in each other's lives as we were back then I can still proudly say that nothing is more comforting than seeing you. Looking at you grow prettier by the day makes me a bit jealous but I know I will always be that little bit smarter than you are HAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea: OK I've know you since I was a twerp in Secondary 1! And like I've always said you're the only person in the whole world who can see through me for who I really am. You're like my mirror of Erised if you read Harry Potter, the mirror which shows Harry's dead parents. Ok you don't reflect dead people or whatever but you know what I am deep down. I guess that's why you've always been like a mother to me, and I feel just so absolutely safe with you it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: As I have said 1000 times it makes me super proud to be a friend of such an amazing dancer!!! You've always been a sweetheart to me, always listening to me nag about my plans for the future hahahah which is really not an easy thing to do I know. And just to let you know I LOVE the naan I had at your place on Christmas day!! Your appetite never ceases to amaze me though, I really wonder how you maintain those washboard abs when I have like flabboard abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat: Just the nut basically but I LURRVE you!! Maybe even as much as all those AC boys clamouring after you hotstuff but HEY in a different way! I never talk to you seriously like how I do to Bea and Ass and even E which I guess is what makes you fun!! Because even though you are about as blur as a tank of water a squid squirted ink in you're still witty and quick and that makes you an interesting conversationalist!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Xun:&lt;br /&gt;OK I don't think you know me very well but I know you pretty well cos I guess a lot of things have happened to you over a year but not much to me so you've basically been pouring a lot more to me than I have the other way. But anyhow you're still a pretty good friend to me (you're pretty and also a good friend) and I really enjoy talking to you! I'm gonna miss all those late night insane 5am conversations and us jet-lagging together though I have absolutely no reason to when you go to NS!! Buy me something from UK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. SACO:&lt;br /&gt;Shit: Well obviously you scrolled down looking for you name as I predicted but HEY how can YOU not be here!!! You're really my favourite pile of Shit! It's only been about a year and a half and you're really already my Half, closer to me than I can imagine. You're so completely in your own world which must be slower than a snail doing moonwalk it makes you so adorable and loveable! I guess that's why Paul likes you too HEEHEE!! It's been absolutely wonderful doing all those crazy things together, like seriously SO many dumb things we've done over the past 2 years!! Life in HC would have been as dull as, well, your intellect, if you weren't around!! And I'm really glad I joined council and formed SACO with you because if not, I would not have met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CalCal: Haha I know you don't read my blog but hey! You're the very first person to join SACO, and subsequently one of the most loyal members!! You've turned up for almost every outing I can't believe it!! But really while you're always mysterious and in your own world you're really a special friend to me. It's difficult to imagine SACO with you, cos though you don't make as much noise as other people like Meat (HEE) do, it's nice to look back and discover hey! Calcal's still there. Sometimes I can't quite fathom what you're thinking, and yet sometimes I imagine there must be that soft spot in you that must be quite sensitive and protected. But well, since you're entering NS and I'll be going off to uni soon, I expect it'll be some time before we ever find out the real you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiadi: Add Brother!! You must be like the busiest person in SACO or what!!! But yes you're about as silly as Shit but you should really thank her because without her you would have been the butt of all our jokes!!! HAHAHA!! It's nice to know that we have someone so motherly and domesticated in SACO, but then again it lowers our cool factor!!! DAMN!!! We should re-consider putting you on probation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat: You piece of meat I think to date we've only had ONE pathetic meaningful conversation!! But anyhow I'm really really glad you're part of SACO because without you we would not have had as many hilarious moments!! Your crazy, hyena-like laughter may be quite scary to some but I think that's your best trait, because your laughter is just completely infectious!! Even people as depressed as Mindy (HAHA) would laugh!!!! And it's GREAT to have you because at least there's someone to suffer with when we're doing apps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: Apparently I've known you the longest but I don't remember you at all so you can see how important you are to me. ANYWAY you're like the oldest oldest person I know but it's still quite fun to be with you even though we may not agree on,well, anything!! But I still pretty sad that you'll be leaving for Penn (as much as I am super excited for you) because I'll miss you so much!! WE HAVE TO email each other k!! And don't terrorize people there!! Americans aren't as accepting of old people as we are over here!!! Get a cute boyfriend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: My Quarter!! Well I have to admit like I did in the card I wrote to you that you ARE a pretty good match for my dear Half! So I think I WOULD like you to stay my Quarter for as long as possible!! It's so completely embarrassing how I actually have to ask you for advice on what to wear but it would be ok if you were Half's Half because then you know you are ownself-people (zi ji ren) so it doesn't matter!! And plus your good sense of direction and etc it'd be very useful to have you around!! So just to butter you up STEF SUN ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RongRong: Hello you furry kiwi fruit how cool is it that we actually snagged the President in SACO!!! And what's even more cool is that you stick around!! I am a bit ashamed to say your English is tons better than mine but HEY I have faith that my English will one day be better than yours. Though you are somewhat of a philanderer (oops) which I must by the way mention I am quite insulted you have not tried to hit on me HAHAHA I do truly hope you will someday find The One oh goodness how corny is this and be content. If not I will pass you my card and please let me handle your divorce cases because I think it'll be quite lucrative. HEEHEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it for this year. My hands are aching from the effort, and I haven't even gotten to my apps which are obviously more important than this. But hey, since when have I been able to prioritise!!! love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-90082902660859278?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/90082902660859278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=90082902660859278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/90082902660859278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/90082902660859278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-83679173891142836</id><published>2006-12-26T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:41:32.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Essays</title><content type='html'>Christmas IS my favourite holiday. Though I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not as funny as people imagined because my cards are absolutely boring. Like about as interesting as studying guwen. And it's ALREADY boxing day and I still have cards that're left unwritten!!! ARGH thank goodness writing is my forte or I would have died!! Christmas/US applications are NOT for F-math students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I recognise that there are some Ultramen who can do Math AND Phsyics AND Lit I am sure most of us are just either men or X-men(slightly mutated), I wonder if people applying to MIT have fewer essays to struggle with. Or for people intending to major in The Beauty of Mathematics or Why Physics Should Dominate the World. But one must remember both courses do not exist. For a reason, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Love, Actually yesterday. Well half of it. Except I've already watched it twice. But I will still bowled over by its bittersweetness. I think Richard Curtis deserves some attention here!! He's the genius who wrote Love Actually, MR. BEAN, Blackadder, Four Weddings and a Funeral, NOTTING HILL and the two Bridget Jones - the all-time favourites. I just watch whatever he writes/directs, really. Unless of course you're not a fan of British humour OR Rowan Atkinson. But how can that be possible!! I don't know a single poor unredeemed soul who doesn't like dear Mr. Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Christmas 2006 is over. I wonder how I'll spend Christmas in 2007. I wonder how WE'll spend Christmas in 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-83679173891142836?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/83679173891142836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=83679173891142836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/83679173891142836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/83679173891142836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/12/writing-essays.html' title='Writing Essays'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-4901305726537098736</id><published>2006-12-20T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:47:50.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Nothing you could say could tear me away from my guy (my guy)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do,  'cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy (my guy)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter&lt;br /&gt;Like birds of a feather, we stick together&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you from the start&lt;br /&gt;I can't be torn apart from my guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do could make me untrue to my guy (my guy)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could buy could make me tell a lie to my guy (my guy)&lt;br /&gt;I gave my guy my word of honour to be faithful, and I'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;You best be believing I won't be deceiving my guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of opinion I think he's tops&lt;br /&gt;My opinion is he's the cream of the crop&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of taste, to be exact&lt;br /&gt;He's my ideal, as a matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No muscle bound man could take my hand from my guy (my guy)&lt;br /&gt;No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy (my guy)&lt;br /&gt;He may not be a movie star, but when it comes to bein' happy, we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not a man today who could take me away from my guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No muscle bound man could take my hand from my guy (my guy)&lt;br /&gt;No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy (my guy)&lt;br /&gt;He may not be a movie star, but when it comes to bein' happy, we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not a man today who could take me away from my guy&lt;br /&gt;(What you say ?)&lt;br /&gt;There's not a man today who could take me away from my guy&lt;br /&gt;(One more time)&lt;br /&gt;There's not a man today who could take me away from my guy&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-4901305726537098736?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/4901305726537098736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=4901305726537098736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4901305726537098736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/4901305726537098736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-guy.html' title='My Guy'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-6781915886370180198</id><published>2006-12-17T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:36:37.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Since my darling half has asked me to update I will!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on in my life now except I go through the same routine everyday. I wake up thinking ok yes today I will be a good girl and complete my apps but I don't. I have lunch/breakfast (or The Meal I Eat At Noon when I Wake Up) before retreating to my mom's to watch Miss Mo (super good HK serial) with my family. Then I'd take a nap or in today's case read a light chick lit before going back to bed heehee. After that wake up for dinner, more TV then my personal movie session. I'd pour a glass of vodka (only 6%) for myself and plonk myself on the sofa till 3 am or something. So far the best movie I've watched is Mona Lisa Smile which is really quite interesting because the reviewers weren't exactly too enthusiastic about it. But I think all feminists should watch it. Princess Diaries 2 is not bad either mainly because of Julie Andrews and Anne Hathaway, two of my favouritest actresses as you can see from the list on my blog (though I think Julie Andrews isn't on it). In short I've been wasting my life away and you know what? I really really enjoy it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with Halfie on Friday. We met up to discuss some things but we ended early and ended up talking about all sorts of rubbish which frankly I can't quite remember now! But Halfie is always fun to be with :) Talked to Shit about some problems I've had lately. Problems were very minor but there were many sleepless nights cos of them. I never thought I was going to say anything for ever and ever and till the world ends but I guess since Shit's my Half it's ok hahaha. I'm glad I told her though!! Cos now I've solved the problem and sleeping better than ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should do my essays now. More in future, when my life is more exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-6781915886370180198?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/6781915886370180198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=6781915886370180198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/6781915886370180198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/6781915886370180198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116556488543568417</id><published>2006-12-08T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:20:58.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom and SACO chalet!!</title><content type='html'>Prom was fun!! Everyone looked really different and we were all just basically photo-whoring HAHA but well it was a great experience!! Will let the photos say it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/1600/18826/Hon%20and%20Shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/320/459191/Hon%20and%20Shit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Other Half and I decided to attend prom in slightly different outfits. So she being dark wore white and dressed as an Angel while I being fair wore black (to cover me fats) and went as the Devil!! And of course when Paul (who rightfully won Best Dressed!) Half and I emerged from the cab everyone was like OMG HAHA! Yea I think we had quite an elaborate entrance!! Our efforts won us Best Accessorized of the night!! So special mention to Mindy who created the trident and Shit's beautiful wand for us!! I love my Other Half! Only she would do something like that with me HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/1600/334176/Poochie%20and%20Hon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/320/94111/Poochie%20and%20Hon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A slutty photo taken with Poochie hehheh because he said we should try to look slutty. Obviously being the cutesy innocent girl I am it's quite difficult to look slutty so our photo turned out like this. And Poochie instead of looking sexy looked sleepy instead -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/1600/781179/Bobbert%20and%20Hon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/320/660892/Bobbert%20and%20Hon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bobbert who turned up in beachwear and told all of us that was what he was wearing for the night and we actually trusted him!! Not because we are dumb (we're not) but because he is totally the sort who would do stupid things HAHAHA!! By the way bobs if you're here your $85 musical was totally amusing but THANK GOD I didn't join you guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/1600/126418/Xun%20and%20One.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/320/79246/Xun%20and%20One.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really have no idea what is with the look of horror on Xun's face since he is flanked by the two most beautiful girls of the night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/1600/592595/Huiyan%20and%20Suan%20and%20Hon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/320/721358/Huiyan%20and%20Suan%20and%20Hon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suan Huiyan and me! Well technically I was supposed to sit next to Huiyan for the night but obviously no one follows those mundane seating plans!! But managed to take photos with them nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/1600/936159/Kenneth%20and%20Hon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/320/357862/Kenneth%20and%20Hon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Street Urchin in his shirt(HAHA! inside joke) and me!! HAHA! Wanted to take more photos with him but I couldn't find him later. Too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/1600/591353/Zeze%20and%20Hon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/320/963527/Zeze%20and%20Hon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite Mole darling ZEZE who had a sexy butterfly on her back!!!! We're supposed to meet up to watch Sound of Music for the 1000th time together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/1600/689519/Colin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/320/242732/Colin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA this photo cracks me up it's our photo with Colin!! Actually I don't know him but he's the Prom King AND the tallest guy in school plus he has 1000 girls after him so he's quite legendary!!! I HAD to take a photo with him before I left school! He's like literally half a metre taller than me and yet he still blushes when he sees people saying hi to him HAHA!!! How adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/1600/761405/Minsi%20Huiyan%20Weiqi%20and%20Hon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/320/815789/Minsi%20Huiyan%20Weiqi%20and%20Hon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo with classmates Minsi Huiyan and Weiqi who so predictably dressed as a Princess!!! Didn't manage to say more than 2 sentences to them though, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/1600/505647/Mindy%20and%20Hon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/320/519392/Mindy%20and%20Hon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darling Mindy!! My future neighbour whom I'm supposed to live next door if she doesn't marry before 40 HEEHEE!!! I love that woman but clearly she doesn't love me as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/1600/801181/Welco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/320/941126/Welco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WELCO!!! Miss these people!!! But we'll be seeing them soon!! Especially the guys like xiaoxiao gum haining etc whom I really seldom see anymore. WELCO OUTING YAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/1600/10209/SACO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5492/214/320/64257/SACO.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SACO! My favourite people in the whole school!!! I think I'll weep when Pooch and RongRong (and oh yea, Paul) go to NS and when SACO splits to the rest of the world :( There's not one of these people I don't love with my greatest affections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SACO Chalet (5/12-6/12)&lt;br /&gt;OK admittedly it was a pretty bad idea to arrange for a SACO chalet immediately after prom BUT we had no choice because we all weren't free at all except for those 2 days!!! So anyhow we (except Jiadi and JR who came late) made our way to a dingy and slightly run-down chalet at East Coast. The first thing we did was to rush to the air-conditioned room to play Bridge HAHA!! But since Shit and I didn't know how to play Poochie taught us and we won like 6 games in a row!! So we got bored of winning and just all slept together on the bed even though Paul insisted we continue playing. Poochie Meat Mindy and I slept quite well but Paul and Shit actually went missing while we slept (the sneaky duo!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5 plus we woke up to eat a scrumptious dinner of cup noodles and proceeded on to another game of cards :( POKER!! We decided to use our fingers as bets instead of money because you know when you bet everything it's called SHOW HAND HAHAHAHA!!! And we were doing silly things like imitating Bond while Meat imitated the Guy who Weeped Blood in Bond. I tried imitating Vesper but failed spectacularly HAHAHA! I was leading initially but was overtaken by Shit who had a record breaking number of 30++ fingers which she lost ALL at one go to Poochie who had wonderful cards!! HAHAHA!!! So she fell from Top Girl to like Mud or something and even went to Basement (which was what we called people who had negative fingers). We then tried to rescue Meat who had been in the Basement for a horribly long time and all cheered like crazy when she had a pair while Poochie tried to shout over the noise and cheering no to avail to alert us to his second pair HAHAHAHA defeating Meat and once again banishing her to the recesses of Hell. The scene was so hilarious I can't forget how Pooch was waving his hands wildly trying to attract our attention while Meat kept jumping on the bed and the rest of us kept shouting in joy, completely ignoring dear Pooch!!!!! But of course Pooch was on a winning streak because I was the banker HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12.01 exactly we made our move to Mac's which was like 100000 miles away from the chalet or something for supper!!! But by then RongRong was so tired he looked like a vampire so we moved back to the chalet after a short supper. We actually managed to sleep quite comfortably in the room!! There was a bed and 2 mattresses so RongRong Pooch Mindy and I shared the bed sleeping as straight as possible so as not to touch the other people while Jiadi and Meat slept on one mattress and Paul and Shit on the other. I slept quite well!! But I think Pooch didn't cos he woke up pretty early. Mindy too!! Like Mindy said I think we all have very funny sleeping habits but also not very nice to say here heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SACO chalet was fun!! Though not completely exciting, I guess it's the company that counts. How saddening that in a month we'd have to say byebye to RongRong and Poochie :( :( :( But then we can have a SACO Girls' Night Out!! HEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116556488543568417?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116556488543568417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116556488543568417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116556488543568417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116556488543568417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/12/prom-and-saco-chalet.html' title='Prom and SACO chalet!!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116488324986595174</id><published>2006-11-30T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:40:49.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy Lam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last Call for Anyone who would like to watch Sandy Lam's Concert with me!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;9th December $148&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE CONTACT ME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116488324986595174?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116488324986595174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116488324986595174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116488324986595174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116488324986595174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/11/sandy-lam.html' title='Sandy Lam'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116456705688473620</id><published>2006-11-27T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T02:50:56.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>How ironic that I've grown tired of the PC immediately after my As! Other than playing Kenneth's Total War (which is so super addictive) I've been watching TV 24/7 and I can tell you nothing is more blissful that that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OVER!! But I don't feel that overwhelming sense of euphoria. Perhaps it's because that huge amount of work awaiting- SATs, Uni applications, interviews, dinners, lunches etc. Actually all I want is just a good night's sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, I had a GREAT weekend with my darling Shit! I met her immediately after As and got a huge SHOCK!!! I met her at the Orchard MRT station and was about to wave her away when I realised she wasn't a flyer distrributor like I thought she was but my darling SHIT! You should see what she's done to her hair HAHAHA!!! Well fine it's not that bad but it never occured to me that yes! We can do whatever we want now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because we're so beautiful, radiating and glowing (though I looked like a corpse dragged in after three hours of torture in the examination hall while Shit looked more like she just had eye surgery with her red eyes) people actually approached us from the TALENT SEARCH MODEL AGENCY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!!!! Actually judging from their appearance, the likelihood of them being truly sincere about asking us to be real strutting-on-runway or wearing-LV-on-cover-of-newspaper models is about as low as, well, me. Well you never know! Because many people try to deceive innocent young girls like us! But hello! AM I ABOUT to be taken in by some third-grade  lowdown scammer!?!?!?!  How  horribly insulting!! Honestly they're lucky that I haven't been out cheating people! Anyway this bored looking girl tried to ask me for my number (she already asked Shit before I came) so I said "HAHA I...I am..." and before I could complete my sentence she said "no don't worry you're not ugly" so I pointed at her and said "Eh! I never said I was ugly!" and then I gave snide smile followed by a huge and pretty loud laugh which reverberated in the MRT station and which I think scared her a little so I gave a lame excuse and walked away laughing!!!! WTH at least say "don't worry you're beautiful!" or something "you're not ugly" is such a damn stupid thing to say. Maybe I was quite cruel because the poor dear was just looking for a job but please you're barking up the wrong tree babe I wasn't born yesterday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shit and I met with another girl who was from the same firm (my goodness). She was like (to Shit) "how old are you?" so Shit said "16". And she was like oh good! You're old enough, leave your name and etc and Shit was like damn! though she didn't say it but obviously I felt it cos we're One after all duh. So she wrote "Betty" on the card she gave and wrote some random numbers. At that point I couldn't bear it anymore and almost burst out laughing so I went to "analyse" the MRT route lines HAHAHAHA!! And Betty being distracted by me couldn't remember how many numbers there she was writing so she had to mentally COUNT the numbers for her phone number HAHAHA!! (What was eerie though was someone actually called her and asked for Betty!!! Though it was a wrong number HAHA) And that poor dear finally turned and asked how old I was so I said meekly, batting my eyelids and trying to look as innocent as possible and said "15" (since 16 didn't work) and she was like "oh" with a downcast expression cos I guess it means she can't meet her quota. HAHAHAHA what an amusing day!!! Shit and I really had a great laugh my goodness!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we decided on new names for ourselves (apparently we've more or less forgotten about our Ashley and Mary Kate Honchen HAHA) so Shit's Betty Barbie Chen (BBC I just realised!!) and I'm Bridget Britney (not Brittany pls) Hon!!! And we realised if you write a book with our names it'll sound like this:&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day, Betty Barbie Chen was lonely and decided to call her best friend Bridget Britney Hon. Betty Barbie fished for her cellphone from her Burberry bag and called Bridget Britney: "Hello Bridget Britney?" "Hello Betty Barbie best buddy!! Anything the matter?" "Well nothing, Bridget Britney, I just wanted to hear your voice!!" "Why, Betty Barbie, how sweet of you! I've just been thinking about you too!!" "Oh my dearest Bridget Britney, have you had lunch?" "Indeed I have, Betty Barbie!" "Well Bridget Britney, so have I! I guess this is called..." "TELEPATHY!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How's this for a story? Not bad eh? I think I should be a novelist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we spent the whole of Fri and Sat afternoon shopping for our prom dress but honestly we haven't really made a lot of progress!! Maybe it's because we were all too tired! But we HAVE HAVE HAVE TO GET the damn dress by Thursday or I'll die of a panic attack!!!!!! Thought Shit seems pretty convinced we'll find something to wear. WE HAVE TO or we'll have to go as Eve!!!!! But though I didn't buy my prom dress I got distracted along the way and bought quite a few things and HAHA spent nearly $400 in a couple of hours I realised!!! OMG! I bought a pair of boots and a top from mphosis, a top and a cap from Esprit and a shirt and pants from G2000 and some random things from M&amp;S which actually is not much. And I haven't even gone to all the places I normally go to in Wisma omg I'm dead!!! No wonder people have to work during their hols!!!! But actually me mom's paying so not so bad HAHAHA. Good to have a mom who loves it when you buy clothes. Need to get new jeans!!! I went into CalCal Klein and AX and OMG!! Exhorbitant prices!!! Like $100 for one top!?!?!?! And like $300 for a pair of jeans HELLO are they woven with gold!!!!! I'd only spend such money if it were mine. Doesn't make sense to make my mom pay for it. I'll have to roam around for pairs that costs around $100. Any recommendations? Remember I have to spend half my life in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More shopping soon!! HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116456705688473620?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116456705688473620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116456705688473620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116456705688473620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116456705688473620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116393604364669215</id><published>2006-11-19T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:34:03.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SacMani</title><content type='html'>I was just reading Sacmani's blog which is absolutely hilarious I almost spit my gummies out when I saw the who-went-out-with-who thing and she actually went home -.- I mean like hello sacmani how boring can you get. But of course things are different since all your best buddies are either S7 people like Shit Meat Jiadi or the Elite people like me. But why can't you go out alone? I went to Orchard by myself too after econs on wed. But that was of course to buy books so not a lot of people would have agreed to go. AND someone was supposed to go with me initially GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes my schedule's packed!! But not like it's ALL social events!!! Some are actually serious things k like interviews and SATs. I mean all these events are with people I really like but I kinda wished I had more time to rot at home too. Because right after that if I get past the SPH thing I might get the internship and not that I'm complaining but it'll mean more work than I've been doing during As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny that Sacmani wrote about her being single at 40 cos my parents are worried about the same thing too (not Mani not being married, worried about me). Apparently my mom met my dad at 19 and she had a couple of boyfriends before that so now she's like super worried about me because I'm like the most asexual person on earth other than Calvin or smth. Plus she knows that I'm not even keen on having a "proper family" like Sacmani's dying to have (HAHAHA she's going to kill me) so that's what's more worrying. Actually I think they're just afraid I'll come back penniless and bf-less and insist on living in my old room and waiting for my dad to cook me crabs every sunday which actually sounds like a good idea. Anyway my parents are like fully prepared for something like that happen ever since I told them that I don't think I'll earn a lot of money cos I just want to do what I like and earn enough money to roam around the earth unless of course Heaven is kind and gives me a scholarship then I'll be bound to somewhere for at least 6 years. But I know my daddy loves me too much to reject me if I come begging at their door heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Sacmani if you're still single by 40 I think there're many reasons to celebrate too!! For one you're fully welcome to come live next to my apartment/place unless my bf's occupying that lot and I'll inform the police when you die. I'll send my dog over to sniff at the crack of the door every day to check if there''re weird smells? But I expect there'll be everyday if you do your own cooking. HAHAHAHA!!!! CHILL BABY you're like 18!!!!!! GET a life man! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK back to lit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116393604364669215?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116393604364669215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116393604364669215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116393604364669215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116393604364669215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/11/sacmani.html' title='SacMani'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116367490289545488</id><published>2006-11-16T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:01:42.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Week</title><content type='html'>One more week!! Actually I'm not really that excited, considering the week immediately following Liberty is more packed than Imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lazy to write any more. More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116367490289545488?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116367490289545488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116367490289545488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116367490289545488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116367490289545488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-more-week.html' title='One More Week'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116308236167235489</id><published>2006-11-09T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:26:01.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two More Weeks</title><content type='html'>FINALLY time to blow some dust off my little ol' blog. We're all nearing the end now only two weeks to go!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly the examinations haven't been going as well. Geepee was a complete flop (how ironic considering geepee might be most directly related to my future career), LEP was just hilarious and math was surprisingly smooth sailing I mean obviously if I don't count all the careless mistakes and what not. I think I've just said byebye to my A for LEP too which is quite disappointing considering it was the only subject I was able to do well in in school. Econs and Lit left, will study hard for it!!!!! This is my last chance to prove to my mom that I am a hardworking girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou to all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116308236167235489?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116308236167235489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116308236167235489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116308236167235489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116308236167235489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-more-weeks.html' title='Two More Weeks'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116221912099054883</id><published>2006-10-30T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:38:41.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTQOqTE9DOs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTQOqTE9DOs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mui-jeh was my very first idol and I started listening to her even before I knew what music was. Suddenly miss her a lot, so decided to watch a few of her videos during my break. It's pretty heart-wrenching to watch her so dedicated and professional because she apparently fainted after her performance from some illness. Sigh. Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116221912099054883?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116221912099054883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116221912099054883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116221912099054883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116221912099054883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/10/mui-jeh-was-my-very-first-idol-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116192146325774111</id><published>2006-10-27T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:58:56.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Tea Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>I am currently crazy over green tea ice cream especially those rich and presumably extremely fattening kind that they sell at Orchard these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream again last night: I dreamt that I went to this ice cream store and was looking for green tea ice cream as per normal and finally I spotted it!!! It was dark green, rich and strong and I was about to reach greedily into the freezer when my dad entered the room and woke me up. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea ok this entry has been quite stupid. Maybe someone can buy me one?? HEEHEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116192146325774111?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116192146325774111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116192146325774111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116192146325774111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116192146325774111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/10/green-tea-ice-cream.html' title='Green Tea Ice Cream'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116186992787080606</id><published>2006-10-26T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:38:47.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>葬花词</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;尔今死去侬收葬，未卜侬身何日丧？&lt;br /&gt;侬今葬花人笑吃，他年葬侬知是谁？&lt;br /&gt;试看春残花渐落， 便是红颜老逝时。&lt;br /&gt;一朝春尽红颜老，花落人亡两不知。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;－黛玉葬花&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is probably my favourite part out of the entire Red Building Dreams because it just encapsulates the fragility and melancholy of life in literally a few words. And it can't be translated because it'll sound so stupid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   Black Jade Burying Flowers (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;You die today so I bury you, but when is it my turn to die?&lt;br /&gt;People laugh at me because I bury you, but who will bury me in future?&lt;br /&gt;Try and see the spring at the end then the flowers fall slowly, that is the end of youth.&lt;br /&gt;In one morning the spring ends and the younth dies, but no one knows of our passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SEE it is absolutely impossible to do this in English!!! Then again you can't translate Shakespeare into Chinese and still keep the humor etc so it works both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK back to studying -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116186992787080606?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116186992787080606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116186992787080606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116186992787080606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116186992787080606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='葬花词'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116161509703957107</id><published>2006-10-23T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:51:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit!</title><content type='html'>SHIT! Shit. shit. SHIT! SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SHITTY CHEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There!! I've mentioned you now!!! HEEHEE!!! Oh please if I'm not talking to you I'm messaging you; if I'm not messaging you I'm thinking of our conversations!! Isn't it enough?! Do you have to invade my blog space as well?!&lt;br /&gt;But ok fine I do love you so it's ok :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New word of the day:&lt;br /&gt;impetus: a moving force, an impulse; the momentum of a moving body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116161509703957107?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116161509703957107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116161509703957107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116161509703957107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116161509703957107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/10/shit.html' title='Shit!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116098790743041902</id><published>2006-10-16T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:38:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Your World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Maybe he's right. Maybe there is something the matter with me.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this stuff&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it neat?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you think I'm the girl&lt;br /&gt;The girl who has everything?&lt;br /&gt;Look at this trove&lt;br /&gt;Treasures untold&lt;br /&gt;How many wonders can one cavern hold?&lt;br /&gt;Looking around here you think&lt;br /&gt;Sure, she's got everything&lt;br /&gt;I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty&lt;br /&gt;I've got whozits and whatzits galore&lt;br /&gt;You want thingamabobs?&lt;br /&gt;I've got twenty!&lt;br /&gt;But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;No big deal&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be where the people are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Walking around on those - what do you call 'em?&lt;br /&gt;Oh - feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far&lt;br /&gt;Legs are required for jumping, dancing&lt;br /&gt;Strolling along down a - what's that word again?&lt;br /&gt;Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up where they walk, up where they run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up where they stay all day in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanderin' free - wish I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part of that world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I give if I could live out of these waters?&lt;br /&gt;What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?&lt;br /&gt;Bet'cha on land they understand&lt;br /&gt;That they don't reprimand their daughters&lt;br /&gt;Bright young women sick of swimmin'&lt;br /&gt;Ready to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to know what the people know&lt;br /&gt;Ask 'em my questions and get some answers&lt;br /&gt;What's a fire and why does it - what's the word?&lt;br /&gt;Burn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When's it my turn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wouldn't I love, love to explore that shore up above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part of that world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116098790743041902?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116098790743041902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116098790743041902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116098790743041902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116098790743041902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/10/part-of-your-world.html' title='Part of Your World'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116090738450386310</id><published>2006-10-15T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:16:24.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have some of the weirdest dreams in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap today after getting an entire section on monopoly wrong today, and boy, were my dreams odd. It's not the first time I've had the same dream, but it was more like a continuation. Frankly my dreams are so odd and so fantastical I can sell the ideas to the Wachowski brothers!!  I'm always highly skilled in  my dreams, and in this particular one I was able to do virtually anything. My nap was too short for me to explore a little with my powers but I was agile and brilliant and etc, with all the attributes of the typical Hollywood Heroine. And so the story was I was working undercover with several other friends (none of them from real life) in this house for God knows why, and it was time to leave. Before this scene was something else. We'd taken over a prison bus or something and were sitting at the back talking and laughing. I looked like me, but I think I was a guy? I don't know, or something in the middle. I received a message from headquarters saying there would be three tries to exit and suddenly I remember a previous dream, in which our escape was thwarted and I died in an explosion. So I was very nervous and I think my whole body tensed up during my sleep and I hurriedly ran around the house packing my things. I of course could do things that I can't do in real life like jump over the sofa, fly here and there (yea, a little like Lady Croft) haha!!! Before I left there was this girl who spotted me and she asked me not to go but of course I had to. Now the thing about this girl is I can't tell what our relationship was. Was she my friend? Or egads! Was she my lover? OMG! WEIRD DREAMS!!! Anyhow I left the place anyway with my luggage and saw my ship at the carpark (yes it was a spaceship, something that resembles what the X-men would take) and I stuffed my things onto it. I didn't have time to jump in because the ship had to go get my brothers and anyway it was only the first trial. And then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up I'd be so stiffed with nerves and covered in sweat that I think it would have been better and more relaxing without the nap. I guess it might be because of the nearing exams, because if my memory does not fail me I had dreams of my own death in secondary school. But then death in my dreams (unless it's of other people and not me) are never unhappy affairs. In fact I manage to fly around after my death, down to Hell to rescue my friends and then up to earth again, and then life does not seem so desirable after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116090738450386310?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116090738450386310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116090738450386310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116090738450386310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116090738450386310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116067476701559724</id><published>2006-10-13T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:39:27.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAT</title><content type='html'>It's 1.30 am now and I ought to be in bed in preparation for school tomorrow but I just can't bring myself to sleep. I'm a day away from the SATII which will decide (to a certain extent) if I can get into the Unis I'm dying to enter. I'm not even going to say here which Unis I've applied for because it's so painfully ambitious!! What a waste of $500 sending the applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a few practice tests for math and got 600++ each time and I'm really fed-up from making careless mistakes and being stumped by secondary school math. Like I told RongRong I can't believe we're studying for something so irrelevant at this point in time. And it's not like my grades (apparently BDEE now because too many people got A for LEP and I missed the new A by 0.4 MARKS) are anything near average. And when we're not busy studying for SATs we're doing our US and UCAS applications or scholarship applications which never seem to end. How ironic that I am compromising on my grades to do these things that require good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to lit now. At least lit is fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116067476701559724?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116067476701559724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116067476701559724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116067476701559724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116067476701559724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/10/sat.html' title='SAT'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116058374077359854</id><published>2006-10-12T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:22:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZeZe</title><content type='html'>Today's Moley aka Tan ZeZe's 18th birthday!! Though I know she doesn't read my blog but I want to give her a huge hug and kiss for her birthday!!!! She will always be the bestest horse I have :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've just realised something. I'm going to be 19 soon!!!!!! And right after that, TWENTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! Can anyone imagine me at twenty?? Maybe I'll age all of a sudden and not look like five or something. And HAHA shit will be twenty too!!!!! Maybe we'll be like the youngest looking people at twenty or something. Somehow everything changes when you hit the digit "2" (as in not like 2 or 12 don't be anal SacMani) and you're like supposed to be all serious or something. And then soon it'll be time for all your concerned Aunts and Uncles to wonder out loud why you haven't got a boyfriend though you're already like so old (my brother has already started this routine) and ancient as if like if you don't fall in love or reproduce immediately you'll implode and die or something. And then it'll be like the when're you getting married and when're you having kids and where are your kids going and what brand of coffins are you choosing!!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE TWENTY!!!!! And it's ok if you look like you're attached or you might be introduced to all sorts of "nice young men" who are NOT nice NOR YOUNG. OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may be watching too many dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel the world!! But not with SacMani because she'll just stop me from spending. I want to stay at posh hotels, not run-down motels!!! M***y (in case her mom finds this) Motels HEEHEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit affected this morning by something incredibly stupid, but seems like I'm ok now. Thanks to Meat and SacMani for hearing me out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116058374077359854?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116058374077359854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116058374077359854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116058374077359854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116058374077359854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/10/zeze.html' title='ZeZe'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116049909903156459</id><published>2006-10-11T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:51:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yet another new skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say this but I LOVE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE!!! Mr. Darcy is absolutely wonderful I think Jane Austen is a woman way ahead of her time. I'm gonna read all the Austens after my As!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was so absolutely hilarious but no one seems to think so. It's SO FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x9e.xanga.com/82ce21e60213563193929/b4369753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://x9e.xanga.com/82ce21e60213563193929/b4369753.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we finally have a new SACO blog!! Go take a look at www.welovesaco.blogspot.com!! There's not much there now but I'm sure it'll grow in due time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all! Keira Knightley's so hot!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116049909903156459?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116049909903156459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116049909903156459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116049909903156459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116049909903156459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-skin.html' title='New skin!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-116023650084631627</id><published>2006-10-07T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:55:01.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAF 06</title><content type='html'>Guess all the stuff we heard was bull because MAF was great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what is most important is the company - not the grand lightings, the magnificent fountain, or the blazing fireball. I'm grateful for the wonderful night I spent with SACO, with Mindy and my fellow Singleton Meat, my dearest Calvin whom I always have a soft spot for, Jiadi who disappeared and re-appeared again, JR who abandoned us (pfft!), my Quarter Paul and of course our Half Shit whom I can never do without!! I do miss you all so much and the rest of the 32nd though of course I see you guys everyday and more than I see my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to dear Bobbert with his ugly hair for putting up with my dancing!! And YVONNE DIDN'T TURN UP YET AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat, Mindy and I were sitting at the steps at the field watching people around us, and honestly haha I felt quite alone all of a sudden. It's weird saying this on the blog cos I know Shit will come to me and ask me if I have fallen for anyone HAHA whenever I write something dubious. Maybe it was the haze (HAHA), but I just felt, I shouldn't have to share this night alone. And I guess all three of us were just feeling a little melancholic for a while, because it was such a beautiful night, and there were the three of us, sitting at the stone steps with each other. It's not because I don't enjoy their company, I love them! But I guess it's the first time I really felt empty for no apparent reason. Is it true that humans really aren't meant to be alone? Haha I guess at least I'll have darling meat with me when I'm 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny things MAF can do to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-116023650084631627?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/116023650084631627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=116023650084631627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116023650084631627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/116023650084631627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/10/maf-06.html' title='MAF 06'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115987648130058058</id><published>2006-10-03T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:09:12.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SACO Mega Celebration</title><content type='html'>We finally held our SACO Mega Celebration on the 1st October, celebrating not one or two, but THREE birthdays, and of course 1 year 3 months and 4 days of Excellence since the beginning of SACO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am too lazy to upload the photos, but I must say the event was nothing short of a blast!! For starters Calcal came EARLY!!! That's right, he was EARLY!!!!!! That alone was enough to make Shit and my day because he had to wake extra early to travel from the other end (what's that place called again? Another B place) to Bedok which is like miles and miles and miles away!!! Mindy and I arrived the latest together at 4 mins late with Karin and JR who were like a few cm ahead of us and Paul and Shit who were another few cm ahead of them. So we made our way excitedly and laughing loudly (as we somehow always do) to ECP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really do much over there, just devoured the Prima Deli Chocolate Mint cake our new Cake I/C RongRong bought (the box was left so empty and clean you couldn't even tell there was once a cake in it!!) and went on to do silly things like take gay and les photos though our les photos didn't quite come out. We then started eating all the stuff everyone bought (which was frankly a bit too much we will take note of that in future) including Calvin's Mom's Meesiam, RongRong's pasta, Mindy's brownies, Shit's Maid's Fried rice and seriously there was almost enough for land reclamation if we dumped it into the sea. We went biking and left two lovebirds alone on the beach for two hours and biked till the end of ECP (which was like a whole hour away) and really till the end of our butts. I was (I think some of us were, too) very uncertain in the beginning, having neglected my cycling for a couple of years now, but we could even chat and ride at the same time, so it was fun!! We kept changing places, so everyone chatted heartily with everyone and laughing like when I told them that we looked like we were filming a commercial for sanitary pads ("With ___, I can do anything!"). When we eventually went back to our picnic site we were of course greeted with a sight we will never forget haha!!&lt;br /&gt;But I think the highlight of the day came when we started playing Sacoland, created by Mindy as a new version of Monopoly HAHA! There were no rules and really no game but we still played it anyway and had TONS of fun making up rules on our way!!!!! Like having sudden "miss-one-rounds" at random stops and having "miss-5-rounds" at shit and my statue HAHA!! Poor Paul lost eventually (speaking of which it's the only time I've seen him lose any game) but there were no forfeits because, well, we were too lazy to think of one.&lt;br /&gt;We sat around playing bridge and Stress and some game called Spoon but this all proved too stressful for some of us so the girls excluding Karin went on to play in the water and build sandcastles!!! We built one near the water (it was more like a mound than a sand castle) and put some green seaweedy things on the mound imagining them to be people we don't like and built a moat around it. Of course the moat being made of sand couldn't contain any water so we eventually resorted to stepping on the mound to express of disgust HAHAHA!! CHILDISH.&lt;br /&gt;We then tried to play volleyball (Mindy, Shit, Meat and I) but none of us could catch the ball so we switched to frisbee and none of us could catch the frisbee so we decided to have another gossip session which turned into a serious career, school and scholarship discussion. And then we went back to join the guys for a while talking over a second round of food before we packed up and left.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's funny how a group of eight really really random people can turn out to be really good friends eventually and now that I think back there really is no one I can't talk to, or to confide in (haha yea even calvin!!) which is just amazing considering how membership was really, really random!! And of course my Other Half will always be my Other Half no matter how many Other Halves we have because I really don't think I can meet another one like you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Special commendation for Mindy who, we could tell, really tried very hard to be friendly!! I'm sure you will succeed one day, you awkward little genius!&lt;br /&gt;Another of these random post-examination saco outings would DEFINITELY be on my agenda!!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all lots and lots!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115987648130058058?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115987648130058058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115987648130058058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115987648130058058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115987648130058058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/10/saco-mega-celebration.html' title='SACO Mega Celebration'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115900570473431941</id><published>2006-09-23T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:01:44.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing!</title><content type='html'>Yay I've been watching movies non-stop and there're now more than 10dvds piled up on my table!! Been watching comedies like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt; which is surprisingly hilarious, my favourite rom coms like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prince and Me &lt;/span&gt;for like the 10000th time of something (I like Julia Stiles' sexy voice! A pity Prince Edvard's too skinny.), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; (Keira Knightley's so hot!!! Even in 19th century apparel haha!! And yes girl who played Jane Bennet was very pretty too. Once again a pity Mr. Darcy wasn't very uhm attractive. But he does grow on you after a while, especially when he looks cautiously at Lizzie!), some idiotic movie called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Perfect Man &lt;/span&gt;which almost bored the shit out of me by Hilary Duff who was still plump and happy at that point in time. And of course I FINALLY watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/span&gt; and it's really a sweet ending, though it's not really my favourite show, admittedly. I watched action flicks like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt;, my all time favourite!! I just love the moronic editor!! And of course there was my favourite kick-butt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlies' Angels&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlies' Angels: Full Throttle&lt;/span&gt;! I used to LOVE Cameron Diaz in CA but now I think Lucy Liu's sexier! And Drew Barrymore's an inspiration, coming from her past. But look at her, she's not only one of the hot trio, but also a producer! And she owns the damn FlowerFilms oh goodness! But yea all three of them look great together!! The slutty parts are the greatest! If anyone remembers, I LOVE the part at the Treasure Chest with the Pussycat dolls. Girl Power!!! And it's comforting to know that Demi Moore had, well, help to look that great. I think what the world needs is more of such movies. Of course though FT was very lame what with all the uhm flying and highly unrealistic stunts (which is unbelievable because the action director was a HongKonger and I trust that he had adequate experience in this area! But it maybe because of McG's style, since he seems like such an excitable man) I think the world needs more of such movies. More sexy, beautiful, extremely intelligent women capable of crime fighting and kicking-butt! I can't think of better plots!! It's darn cool how they kick ass in stilletos when some of us can't even walk in pumps. THEY ARE SO HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somehow it's kinda boring to see men kick-butt, because hey, that's their job isn't it, to look cool and protect us weaklings, harhar. But it's always cool to see someone like LUCY LIU or CAMERON DIAZ or DREW BARRYMORE shake their ass and kick someone else's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK got too caught up about the sexy thing. So I kinda spent all 3 days watching DVDs and stuff, which is like my favourite pasttime. But other than that I managed to spend quality time with Shit my beloved Other Half who has been snatched from me by my a little less beloved Quarter (love the house, love the crow) on Wed at Back to Comfortable Uniforms Day when we switched secondary school unis, with F5 at their Prize Giving Ceremony thing on Thur at AC yet again and with the rest of the council and especially Welco on Friday, when we met a few amazing Australian students and we were just so excited to be able to talk to each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than slightly worried for my As now that I think I really, really did terribly for my prelims. No more goofing off come Tue (except for Sunday of course), I really need to concentrate on getting as many As as possible, now that I think 4As are really impossible :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good strategy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115900570473431941?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115900570473431941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115900570473431941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115900570473431941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115900570473431941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/09/playing.html' title='Playing!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115858269353888515</id><published>2006-09-18T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:31:33.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammi</title><content type='html'>My favourite woman of all time!! Time to give her some attention after a long period of neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAMMI CHENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/1600/SK%20II%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/320/SK%20II%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From her SK II ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/1600/SK%20II%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/320/SK%20II%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also from Sk II. Doesn't she just look amazing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/1600/mivenice20kp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/320/mivenice20kp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From last year in Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/1600/509115033391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/320/509115033391.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favouritest photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/1600/P7293120_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/320/P7293120_x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Concert 2 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Always my Queen Sammi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to lit -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115858269353888515?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115858269353888515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115858269353888515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115858269353888515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115858269353888515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/09/sammi.html' title='Sammi'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115838973692916754</id><published>2006-09-16T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:55:36.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Post Prelim</title><content type='html'>FINALLY had out pre-post prelim dinner with my Other Half Shit yesterday! Have been waiting to slack a little and pry Shit from Quarter for a very long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally exhausted after 2 three-hour papers on Friday, and so was Shit, having slept very little the night before, but we made it down to Cineleisure anyhow, plonked ourselves at a table in Pastamania and only left more than three hours later!! I think the waiters were quite annoyed because there were some people waiting but since there wasn't a queue we didn't leave. Or even if there was a queue well we didn't know so too bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out talking about quite serious things haha, like relationships, our views on certain matters like pre-marital sex HAHA! Which is something I can't decide on. On one hand I of course cannot see what is the whole big deal about sex only after marriage but on the other I guess it'll be more exciting and obviously more hygeinic to wait. Then again I don't have to bother about anything like that now just that I think we should make a stand. Shit thinks premarital sex is a complete NO NO and I quite respect her for that hehheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke about very random things! I told Shit maybe one day in the future short and fat figures will be in vogue, and everyone will be clambouring after me for endorsements. So don't be surprised if 10 years later I'm on the window of Louis Vuitton or Salvatore Ferragamo or smth like that. Hahaha and I've even thought about my new advert!! I'll pinch my potential-abs and say something like "I've got something you don't have? That's because I take eXpand! (the opposite of eXtrim)" And I've even thought of my slogan: eXpand at little eXpense!! HAHAHAHA!!! Self amusing indeed we were laughing so hard the waiters probably thought we were insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went on to talk about stuff like armpit hair. Cos I told shit I've always been wondering why armpit hair and leg hair and you know some other hairs don't grow as fast as the hair on our heads. Cos if it's long enough we can tie ribbons and stuff. And shit was like yea can go rebonding and perming HAHAHAAHHAHA and we were like can you imagine if you perm your armpit hair your elbows will always be jutting out because you can't straighten your arms!!!! HAHAHAHA!! So I was saying your rebonded hair can flow like normal hair so when you turn your body maybe the armpit hair will slap someone else's face, you know like in commercials. We're absolutely gruesome, haha, yes I know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the more self-amusing part, shan't talk much about the more private things here hehheh!! So glad to have spent time with Shit man and frankly I don't think we've like got any less closer after stepping down, or even after she found Quarter!! In fact our mo qi has got better!! How strange HAHA! So that's great! Really proud of her for being to balance her life so well. And Quarter and her both look in great spirits everyday so I'm really happy for them too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great surprise for SACO hehheh!!!! Meeting Shit on Wed again!! Can't WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So fun HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you shits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115838973692916754?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115838973692916754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115838973692916754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115838973692916754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115838973692916754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/09/pre-post-prelim.html' title='Pre-Post Prelim'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115798693101672034</id><published>2006-09-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:02:11.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Math Paper 1 and Econs paper 3 today. Was quite terrible as compared to the practices I did, but I could feel that my math has finally seen improvement, so I'm glad about that. Not so sure about the grade though because I'm quite sure I made dozens of careless mistakes. But I just don't want an E anymore it's such an insult!! I'm not sure about how econs went. I did all the micro questions, but I'm not sure if my approach to the question is acceptable. Nevertheless I still handed in 11 sheets of paper, as per normal hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEP paper 1 tomorrow, have only just started on my guwens and ci, but ah I really can't be bothered. LEP's really so boring and repetitive!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being locked out of msn because there're some problems with it I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for prelims to be over -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for my Pre-Post-Prelim-Dinner on Friday with Half, Post-Prelim Shopping Trip on 20th (also with Half), post-prelim celebratory dinner with F5 and our 1 year-4month-3days SACO anniversary on 1st Oct!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to just lie on the sofa and watch hours and hours and hours of brainless chick flicks and impress myself with my ability to endure stupid movies aimed at gullible young girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to mugging. Or sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115798693101672034?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115798693101672034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115798693101672034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115798693101672034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115798693101672034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115718989575407204</id><published>2006-09-02T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:38:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>I can't understand Area and Volume in Integration, so have decided to slack a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question: Who are the people who actually read my blog? Leave a tag so I know? Otherwise it's like talking to the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day a couple of days back was great! I went back to HC specifically for mass dance, met the council teachers, passed them our SACO cards which were very amusing to us but not very funny to them I guess but who cares, we're self-amusing! Made my way back to darling MG mid-way into the concert, hehheh! Was slightly confused because all the students were wearing outside clothes (as usual for TD) and most of the teachers even Mrs. Yap and Mrs. Sim (our 2 very very hip and beautiful vice-principals) were wearing the MG uniform!! Heehee!! Well I DO agree it's the most comfortable attire on the planet and anyone of any shape and size can wear it. So I kept walking past the teachers not knowing they were teachers, and it was quite messy hehheh. Crashed Mrs. Lim's cubicle and spoke to her though we were interrupted repeatedly by students and all. Her table was literally filled with presents and gifts and cookies and all! I guess that's the good thing about teaching a girls' school hehheh. And a rich girls' school, judging from the gifts they received. Said hi and took pictures with other teachers like Mrs. Diana Goh who was elated to see us (plus the other F4 who came later), Mrs. Chen, Qian Laoshi, Ms. T, Mrs. Tee and etc. Was really great to see them, thought I just met them a month ago or something at the MG musical. But I know they loved our batch heehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the celebs we invited ourselves to MamaBong's place. She wasn't in school because she's still on maternity leave. So we visited her with our cards and cookies and said hi to little Isaac Peter Ng who can already walk and mumble a few random words!! How adorable!!! And of course little-r Aidan John Ng who's SO small and cute and lying in his little cot sleeping away. How nice it must be to be Mama Bong's son because she's the most beautiful and gentlest mother and teacher ever! She's the most successful disciplinarian I have ever seen, because the entire school respects her, so it makes it easy to maintain discipline. We stayed for a while, talked about prelims, our post-As plans, and of course our plans to teach in MG after As! How exciting! But I kinda wanna do something different, so maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time we'll see the teachers will probably be a long way ahead, maybe after As? Hopefully we'll be able to sit down and have a good chat then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random comment: I wanna get the Sandy Lam compilation! I'm just dying to get it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study hard! Back to integration. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115718989575407204?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115718989575407204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115718989575407204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115718989575407204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115718989575407204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/09/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115713130513329870</id><published>2006-09-02T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:21:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will Overcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never been defeated and I never will be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115713130513329870?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115713130513329870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115713130513329870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115713130513329870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115713130513329870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-will-overcome.html' title='I will Overcome'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115686155391394374</id><published>2006-08-29T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:25:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 mins break</title><content type='html'>Another 15 min break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 100% Aquarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howaquariusareyouquiz/aquarius.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howaquariusareyouquiz/"&gt;How Aquarius Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I didn't know. Weird diet and sleeping habits and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're All Grown Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/doyouneedtogrowupquiz/grow-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you're living in the adult world now.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it may have been difficult at first, you've taken responsibility in your life.&lt;br /&gt;You have a great job, fantastic friends, and a grown up wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;And you're probably on your way to a very successful life!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/doyouneedtogrowupquiz/"&gt;Do You Need to Grow Up?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! That's really new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Spiderman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/spiderman.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have always been standing in your doorway. Isn't it about time somebody saved your life?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo very sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115686155391394374?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115686155391394374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115686155391394374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115686155391394374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115686155391394374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/08/15-mins-break.html' title='15 mins break'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115669848469875974</id><published>2006-08-28T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:08:04.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I can do in 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(224, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a JD (Juris Doctor)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f0ffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/jd.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're logical, driven, and ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;You'd make a mighty fine lawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys Like That You're Fun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/you-are-fun.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of girl guys brag about knowing&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're cool, funny, and laid back&lt;br /&gt;You're smart enough to know how to be one of the guys&lt;br /&gt;But flirty enough to know how to make them all want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Guys Like About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S NEW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#ffffbf;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Vibe Is Secretly Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffe6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howsexyisyourvibequiz/secretly-sexy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy isn't exactly a word you'd use to describe yourself&lt;br /&gt;But you have a quite allure that certain men feel appealing&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to flaunt your stuff to be sexier&lt;br /&gt;A little more confidence in yourself, and you'll really light up a room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howsexyisyourvibequiz/"&gt;How Sexy Is Your Vibe?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA more confidence!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Pop Princess Is Hilary Duff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyourinnerpopprincessquiz/hilary-duff.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm shedding&lt;br /&gt;Shedding every color&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a pigment of truth&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my skin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sweet and cute, but a little more complex than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyourinnerpopprincessquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner Pop Princess?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115669848469875974?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115669848469875974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115669848469875974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115669848469875974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115669848469875974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-i-can-do-in-10-mins.html' title=''/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115660641001703702</id><published>2006-08-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:21:40.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Thanks for everyone's kind concern, but I've found my ruler!!! Yay!!! And to Bobbert it's a REAL ruler and NOT a guy!!! Why on earth would I look for a guy under my bed!! Though I admit that sounds pretty exciting provided the guy is hot!! OK I'm giving my horny side away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note I think God's really really nice to me cos I guess I'm a happy person cos I don't think too much. Or at least I wave everything away very quickly so things don't bother me as much as they do to some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming. And I'm wasting all my time doing random things. I'm swearing off the comp for a while. Just see how long I'll last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit confused now about some things. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Storm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/storm.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exotic and powerful, Storm descended from a line of African priestesses.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions can effect your powers, but you are generally serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powers: controlling weather, creating winds that lift you into flight, generating lightning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;forgive me. I was quite bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115660641001703702?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115660641001703702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115660641001703702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115660641001703702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115660641001703702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115617706012663691</id><published>2006-08-21T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:19:15.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Ruler</title><content type='html'>It's never easy to write a beautiful, coherent entry and I've never known how to begin properly, even when I exciting things to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today began quite marvellously. It was a lovely morning I spent in school, followed by an excellent, bright and sunny afternoon (though a little too sunny) and I thought to myself on my way home on the public bus that it'd be the best day to study. What more could motivate me to hide myself in an air-conditioned room for longer than what is healthy? (I am assuming you've forgotten my favourite pasttime though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed home (as in spiritually, because royals are required to keep their composure), took a shower and sat myself down in my boudoir-cum-study. I removed the 30cm pile of rubble from my desk and placed them, staggering a little, on my bed. I took Sammi (as in the pencil case, not the lady) out and started placing my stationery in neat lines parallel to each other and to the ends of my table, because it is, well, my anal habit to do so. It was then that to be absolute and utter HORROR, I noticed the absence of my trusty clear-and-grey ruler!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calmed myself down, muttered a little prayer for strength and sat my hefty bottom on my bed. Where could it be? There was absolutely no way I was going to let my favourite ruler leave my side. I've developed deep feelings for that ruler of mine. He's a beautiful thing, and though only 15 centimetres tall, he has a sexy and very distinct scar across his mid-section, which is, incidentally, how I identify my little ruler. After all, he's the only one who's been really sweet, accompanying me throughout my days in Sec 4 and in Hwa Chong up till now. I was going to find him, and I was completely determined to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched around suspiciously, for bits and pieces, tiny little clues to where he might have been hiding. But that elusive little brat refused to emerge, despite my desperate and repeated attempts to lure him into a dramatic re-appearance. I began to think like and behave like Holmes (Sherlock, not Katie), searching, peering, even going on all fours to search beneath my bed and frog-rug for him. I was very tempted to jump on my maid from behind and question her about the Missing Ruler, but I withheld myself. And even after twenty minutes of search, there wasn't a single sight, nor the slightest clue of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are several reasons to his sudden disppearance. One of my girl-friends might have borrowed him for the night. Or maybe he slipped out of Sammi when I brought them to school, and is now lonely and deserted in an obscure location (or Lo! the garbage!). But nevertheless, I assume he is gone for now and probably forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to let him go, I'll just let go. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115617706012663691?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115617706012663691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115617706012663691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115617706012663691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115617706012663691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/08/missing-ruler.html' title='Missing Ruler'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115600889318385169</id><published>2006-08-20T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T01:34:53.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black;" background="#FFFFFF" border="0" width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Honyi-9-11-0.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 8pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I was still singing along to "Screwed" just a while ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115600889318385169?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115600889318385169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115600889318385169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115600889318385169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115600889318385169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-will-your-obituary-say-at.html' title=''/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115573174863777908</id><published>2006-08-16T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:35:48.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Want of Something to Say</title><content type='html'>"For Want of Something to Say"- that's the title I have bequeathed to my entry today. So just forgive me for rambling themelessly and aimlessly today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if any of you have read Lolita by Vladimir Nobokov (I think Vladimir is an outstanding name although I understand it's pretty common in Russia? But becuase Vladimir sounds so exotic and it reminds me a little of Dracula.), but I in the middle of ingesting it now and I find it a horribly exciting book. For the unenlightened it's actually about Humbert Humbert, a paedophile and his relationship with a 12-year-old girl named (surprise, surprise) Lolita. I'm only halfway through the text but I'm completely hooked on to it because it terribly thrilling. Not the sexual parts (which don't really exist by the way) but the way Nobokov has crafted his story and the diction. To be honest I've always lived in the fantasy world of chick lit, and it's only recently that I've come to realise why true literature is so much adored. Every choice of word changes the texture of the characters and the story, and I truly marvel at how Nobokov can be so accurate in his descriptions and use of English (which is not his native language by the way though he was educated in Cambridge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most Science students and even some Arts students can't really appreciate it as much but there's just so much beauty in some pieces of writing that you really feel slightly delirious with amazement and appreciation of how some authors can truly, like what Roy said, turn the "language into your slave" and serve your needs directly. And ironically it's during Mrs. Ang's lessons that I've learnt to see this very lovely aspect of literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter and random note I think Madonna has a really attractive voice!! OK maybe not attractive but very uhm interesting voice. Her older songs like Like a Virgin and Material Girl absolutely rock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm just writing nonsense to avoid having to return to studying. Ladeeda. LALALA! Boom dee boom. Doodeedoodeedoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that sounded a bit insane. Going off now ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115573174863777908?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115573174863777908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115573174863777908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115573174863777908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115573174863777908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-want-of-something-to-say.html' title='For Want of Something to Say'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115540029480125477</id><published>2006-08-13T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:31:34.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugging</title><content type='html'>It's two weeks to the preliminary examinations and I'm getting a little anxious. Not like leg-hair-tugging, wrinkle-creating kinda anxious, but more like sitting-on-bed-and-thinking-I-should-not-be-here kinda anxious. Studying has never been congruent with my way of life and I guess it will never be. But anyhow, such incongruency will have to be dragged and left outside my doorstep and ignored no matter how he rings the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one of my greatest weaknesses is the bed. I can sleep any number of hours a day, and all I need is my boudoir, my big Queen's size bed (clearly named after myself),  my bolster for assurance and my big froggy for companionship in absence of desired flesh and blood. Air conditioning would be a blessing of course and I constantly shower myself with blessings daily. But in view of the upcoming Prelims perhaps I should throw Sleep out as well, and try to ignore his very sultry stares shot from my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Sleep and my Incongruency with Studying is well out of the way, I should embark on my glorious journey to education and learning. Maybe Dilligence would turn out as a hunk and get me hooked on mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115540029480125477?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115540029480125477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115540029480125477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115540029480125477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115540029480125477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/08/mugging.html' title='Mugging'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115495503599211200</id><published>2006-08-07T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:50:36.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed</title><content type='html'>Something celebratory happened today, and I'm really glad for the parties involved!! I'm sure at least one of them reads my blog, so if you see this just now that I'll always be behind you!! I'm really optimistic about this one, and I'm sure everyone else too! All the way my darlings but don't forget me!! Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, one of my MGS teachers, Miss Goh, passed away this morning after a long battle with cancer. She never taught me, but I had a lasting impression of her due to several reasons. For one because she was famous for her 100% A1s for chem and her ultra strict lessons, and even though she was a small woman (about my height) and quite skinny, but most of us were terrified of her. And also because she told me off once because I sat with my legs crossed (the lady way, not the ugly-guy way) during the Founders' Day Rehearsal, which I still find puzzling up till this day. And of course how, during our Emergency Exercise, she literally barked at all of us to continuing standing, and how she carried her loudhailer yelling at everyone, but I guess everyone, like me, was more amused than terrified. But what was more unforgettable was how she always had a smile for all of us, and though she never taught me, I still remember how she stopped me outside the staff room to compliment me on a performance. And that's when I really felt the warmth of MG teachers, how they really value every student and love everyone of us, and see each of us as real individuals rather than A-spinning-machines like some other schools I might mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, I'm glad that Miss Goh truly exemplified the true MGS spirit and fought to her last. I'm sure she's in a better place now, with God by her side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115495503599211200?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115495503599211200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115495503599211200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115495503599211200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115495503599211200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/08/mixed.html' title='Mixed'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115400564514508099</id><published>2006-07-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:09:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake House</title><content type='html'>I finally have something blog-worthy to speak of!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiyan and I dashed off after school today to watch The Lake House by Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves, which opened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/1600/the-lake-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/320/the-lake-house.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have nothing much to say about this movie, because I'm so afraid I'd reveal the plot. But all I can say it, it's one of the best movies I've watched in a very long time. Keanu is of course, his usual delicious self, though I must say that little white patch just above his upper lip (c'mon, who doesn't stare at his lips) was a tad distracting. But I felt that Sandra Bullock was the pivotal point of the entire movie. Considering how it's actually based on the Korean movie Il Mare, and that it doesn't really have the most original plot in the world, it would have been easy for the film to have come across as contrived or corny. But thankfully Sandra Bullock (who is one of the best actresses I've seen) sent the story beautifully across, and you really forget that she was once that Wildcat(fans should know this term) in Speed, or that crazy cop in both Miss Congenialities. She is definitely an amazing and one of the most diverse actresses Hollywood has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie with Huiyan in a certain neighbourhood cinema, and by golly, I would have been arrested for murder had I not kept my calm. Of course, being a serious and attentive member of the audience, I tried to capture and cling on to every word uttered and every scene filmed as much as possible (it's a lit thing). Of course, I understand not everyone has the mental capacity or patience to pay 100% during a movie, but what baffles me is how some people (if I may categorise them as homo sapiens) consider the theatre the most conducive place for a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is particularly annoying when Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves are trying to convey their emotions to you with their big beautiful eyes and there SOME PEOPLE have to KEEP talking to their boyfriend/girlfriend every 5 minutes. You would have thought they were afraid that they'd lose each other in the dark and had to keep talking to reassure themselves. I was thoroughly annoyed when the girlfriend, who apparently could not keep up with the movie's pace, KEPT inquiring about the plot. And BOTH of them (the boyfriend and girlfriend) had to announce their revelations intelligently 5 mins after each relevant scene had passed. Perhaps if they had kept the trap shut they would have made those realisations only 3 mins slower than the rest of us. But what took the cake was when the genius of a girl dropped her keys and there was a period of shuffling and panicking. Perhaps she could have tied her boyfriend to her keys, to make sure both of them would be around her safely! And of course, being extremely fed-up I turned my head 45 degrees around to remind them (albeit too gently apparently) about the little tiny detail they had obviously overlooked: THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE WATCHING THE SHOW. And all they did was giggle a little (and they are NOT YOUNG), kept silent for a precious 5 mins and continued "reassuring" themselves once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have wrung their necks on the spot but I didn't want to miss the amazing show and of course watching my favourite Sandra Bullock. Hey, I paid $8! I was not about to be chased out before I finish the film!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely movie, terrible audience. I think I might get the DVD when it's released, just to savour every moment of it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115400564514508099?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115400564514508099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115400564514508099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115400564514508099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115400564514508099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/07/lake-house.html' title='The Lake House'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115340400346684171</id><published>2006-07-20T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:00:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beautiful House</title><content type='html'>Heehee Mindy my husband was bored today and drew me a sketch of my dream house!!!! She actually followed my plans and everything (and even added some things like a pool!!!). It's great to have a talented husband!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my wonderful house: &lt;a href="http://i5.tinypic.com/20igfw7.jpg"&gt;http://i5.tinypic.com/20igfw7.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what it is it's actually my House of Husbands, a glass building with 6 levels built specially to house all my husbands and boyfriends. It's made out of glass to suit my exhibitionist character, hehheh! There's a pool at the top of the rather suggestively-shaped building for my husbands'/boyfriends' enjoyment (we can frolick in it everyday!), and solar panels (because Mindy is an environmentalist)! There's also a glass elevator that goes only one way (up) and no way will the doors open for you if you try to go down because (GET THIS it's my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE PART) there are slides around the entire building!!! So if you wanna go down the only way is to slide down!!!!! Maybe this will give me the incentive to actually go to work. And the slide is the only way to climb up the slide from Level 6 and fall right into the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who actually gets to live in my beautiful house? Hee!!!!! Well Level 5 belongs to me because it's big and has the best view HAHAHA! I'll banish my least favourite boyfriend to Level 6 because it's the smallest and if Mindy the architect did a fuzzy job Level 6 will be leaking, so good for him. And he can be like Bertha from Jane Eyre (i.e. Mad Woman In the Attic) and go crazy out of isolation. It'll be super annoying to live there cos everyone has to pass by his level to go to the swimming pool so he'll be forced to see me in my beautiful bikini and all my hunks HAHAHAHA!!! I hope no one lives there though it's so terribly sad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there will be other people living in my beautiful glasshouse. Like Mindy my brilliant husband will get one of the floors. And of course my Other Half Shitty will get another. But if it gets a bit squeezy on the other levels they can occupy the same level! Heehee!! And of course my sweetie pie moochie doochie will take one of the levels!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so fun I absolutely CANNOT wait for Mindy to build me my glasshouse!! HEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115340400346684171?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115340400346684171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115340400346684171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115340400346684171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115340400346684171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-beautiful-house.html' title='My Beautiful House'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115279836674085319</id><published>2006-07-13T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:46:06.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Space</title><content type='html'>Just read my Other Half's entry about personal space. And I feel exactly the same!! We ARE One indeed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Shit and I are really blessed people. We're surrounded by people we love and who love us back wherever we go, and almost 24/7. There seems to be endless social events to attend, and hundreds of friends waiting for your affection or attention. And though of course it's a blessing to have so many friends, we just want to withdraw into that solitary state. Not that we're being deliberately anti-social, but it's just that everyone needs a personal space. Many times I just want to shy away into that weird and awkward self that I'm so familiar with when I'm alone and whom no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling quite anti-social at the moment. Also persistently and deliberately immature. Guess a lot of people never knew the eccentric side of me. Which can weird even myself out sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115279836674085319?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115279836674085319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115279836674085319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115279836674085319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115279836674085319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/07/personal-space.html' title='Personal Space'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115261781001862235</id><published>2006-07-11T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:36:50.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peach Flower Island</title><content type='html'>If only I could have my own island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own island, it would be set with all sorts of traps to prevent nasty and nosey people from entering. Other than 500 guard dogs patrolling the shores, I'd have automatic missles at every 10m interval programmed to shoot at any mobile being (unless you are my guest, of course) standing guard 24/7. Needless to say, spy planes to circle my island at regular intervals to make sure no one invades my private space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own island, it would be 24 degrees celsius day in and out, all year round. You can choose between wearing nothing or PJs all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own island, no one would care whether I ate chocolate everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or whether I am 150kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or whether I can memorise my LEP notes and quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own island, all activites would be at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own island, I'd make sure I have access to selected friends and family and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my husbands and boyfriends have suitable lodging, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own island, I'd make sure it's wireless broadband around the entire island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And reception never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own island, I'd purge jealousy and envy out of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guys who are nasty to my girl-friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own island, I'd invite my beloved friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sammi Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Angelina Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gwen Stefani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hugh Grant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115261781001862235?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115261781001862235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115261781001862235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115261781001862235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115261781001862235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/07/peach-flower-island.html' title='Peach Flower Island'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115244473811751264</id><published>2006-07-09T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:51:32.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BOld=true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I own lots of books (my mom + me = A LOT).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched porn movies.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart (HAHA).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've broken someone's bones(my brother's lar, when we were like 3 and 5 or something).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm paranoid at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;I need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fresh breath in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past (or rather, tried to).&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that I look.&lt;br /&gt;I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cornrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;I think prostitution should be legalized.&lt;br /&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I slept with a Suitemate.&lt;br /&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have a lot of friends(not A LOT, but enough.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex(not on the lips though).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with my Blogger or Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer(I have the dance in me!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I currently like someone.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have at least 5 away messages saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have tried alcohol or drugs before (not drugs, but duh I'm legal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past (some people might think I have but I most definitely HAVE NOT).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Blogger or Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbour or chum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I enjoy some country music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".&lt;br /&gt;I think Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I like surveys/memes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Conservative Republican.&lt;br /&gt;I am punk rockish.&lt;br /&gt;I go for older guys/girls, not younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in prophetic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I think water rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I am adopted.&lt;br /&gt;I like sausage.&lt;br /&gt;I have thrown up from crying too much.&lt;br /&gt;I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I adore bright colors (but dark ones too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;I think school is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I think pigtails serve a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like multi-textured ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Food Network way too much.&lt;br /&gt;I love coaching youth sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I would not be friends if they weren't family.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I know who Santos L. Halper is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I read trashy romance novels &lt;/span&gt;and I am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I love wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;I have a goal to collect every Johnny Depp movie ever made.&lt;br /&gt;I have an unhealthy Taco Bell obsession.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a crush on a cartoon character when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;I have spent more on anime and manga than many spend on computers or other high end products.&lt;br /&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I am always daydreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should waste a bit of time everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115244473811751264?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115244473811751264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115244473811751264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115244473811751264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115244473811751264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/07/boldtrue-i-miss-somebody-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115237949688380064</id><published>2006-07-09T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:24:56.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokkaido (I)</title><content type='html'>I went to Hokkaido during the June hols, but didn't have time to blog about it. Shall do so while I wait for the match between Germany(YAY!) and Portuagal(Pfft).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokkaido was a lovely place. Although it was pretty cold at times, aroun 5-10 degrees because it's summer (it's -20 degrees there during winter), it was an excellent experience being away from the hustle and bustle of the cities. We had an excellent tour guide who brought us through the history and geography of Japan within the week, and also gave us extemely thorough explanations about our destinations. She even took care that we got the chance to pee every one hour!! An extremely professional individual!&lt;br /&gt;Hokkaido isn't like what I imagined. It was a lot more rural than I thought! There were periods of 3-5 hours when we could travel and not see a single human being. The city centre Sapporo was virtually a ghost town with like random old ladies walking on the streets. Their fashion street is about as fashionable as our fish market. Apparently they have to be under thick clothing at al times so there's really no point in dressing up. The most famous Hokkaido products are, of course, the Hokkaido ice creams and chocolates. Their milk is truly the best in town, creamy and absolutely delicious!! Especially their White Lovers' Chocolates!! It's the most amazing chocolates ever! I get so caught up eating my chocolates and ice creams that I really stop listening to anyone else!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess photos will do the story telling for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/1600/First%20Meal-steamboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/320/First%20Meal-steamboat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our very first meal in Hokkaido. It tasted quite good at first, the crab at all, but when we started eating the same damn thing over and over again for the entire week (which is apparently what the Hokkaido people do) and everything tastes the same because it's all cooked in the same damn soup, it really gets a bit overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/1600/Pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/320/Pop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our hotel room for the first night. A very pleasant room, not bad. And of course in the picture if my dad who just stole my mom's food and looking incredibly naughty. Notice the uncanny resemblance between my dad and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/1600/Sulphur%20Mountain%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/320/Sulphur%20Mountain%207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went up to this place called Suphur Mountain which was emitting loads and loads of (surprise, surprise) sulphur!! Of course my mom was thrilled and we all took turns to squat next to the sulphur hole thing to take photos (except my Dad who took the photos).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/1600/Outdoor%20Hot%20Bath%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/320/Outdoor%20Hot%20Bath%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was some sort of outdoor spa thing where you could like wash your feet! The water was super hot but because it was so cold it was really refreshing!! And very comfortable. I realise I have my dad's exact expression. And round face. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I'm quite lazy to continue. More tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115237949688380064?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115237949688380064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115237949688380064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115237949688380064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115237949688380064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/07/hokkaido-i.html' title='Hokkaido (I)'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115210492794107546</id><published>2006-07-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:36:50.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman!!</title><content type='html'>OK I know Germany didn't win but although they didn't get into finals they didn't lose either! Because they will always be my heroes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE WILL BE BACK 2010!!!&lt;br /&gt;You just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Superman Returns with Shitty today. I thought the show was quite good despite quite a lot of negative comments. I mean c'mon, give the dude a chance!!! If you don't expect anything I guess it's pretty good in fact, quite on par with Spiderman even, except maybe the baddie. The superman baddie's quite lame I think. There were some lame jerks in the cinema who were shouting at the top of their voices and one piece of shit even ran across the screen it was SO frustrating like HELLO!!!!!!!! GET A LIFE YOU LOSERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Thank goodness Superman was cute. But I think the little boy Jason was cuter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can seriously fight for attention even next to Brandon Routh who is honesly quite good looking. The mr. nice guy kind. Very suitable for Superman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115210492794107546?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115210492794107546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115210492794107546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115210492794107546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115210492794107546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman.html' title='Superman!!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115183825038561693</id><published>2006-07-02T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T19:04:29.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany!</title><content type='html'>Now that Brazil is out (sorry Mon, sorry Zeying), and beating Italy should be easy peasy (sorry Jierong), and playing with either Portugal or France should be no sweat (sorry Xun)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GERMANY WILL PWN!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/1600/oliver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5492/214/320/oliver.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And though Oliver Kahn isn't playing (he's resting and giving that Lehmann a bit of chance to show off), he will always be my NUMBER ONE PLAYER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY! GERMANY! GERMANY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY WILL PWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115183825038561693?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115183825038561693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115183825038561693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115183825038561693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115183825038561693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/07/germany.html' title='Germany!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115133612295526422</id><published>2006-06-26T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:35:23.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathematics</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I truly wonder if really can't do math or if it's because I keep telling myself I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I'm developing selective photographic memory (or plainly speaking selective memory hehheh). I never used to have good memory, but it seems I've found my forte in JC. I can read LEP or Lit notes once and convert everything into memory. And even have my own points and understanding. (This may be due to the fact that I don't have to regurgitate everything word for word, so there's less pressure there remembering stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!! The big but comes: when I look at the math formulae, no matter how many times I recite it to myself and try to remember it, the words and numbers just vanish in minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I keep telling myself I can't do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just why on earth would anyone see anything remotely amusing about manipulating a few numbers here and there. I'd seriously rather do 10 essays than do math, plainly because it makes me feel so stupid and inadequate. But whenever I get stuck doing a simple arithmatic problem, I just remind myself that multiple intelligence exists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math to me is but a filler subject. Like ok, LIT (impt), LEP (semi-impt) and econs (uhm), what else is there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm SO going to get that A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps math is just not for the couch potato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115133612295526422?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115133612295526422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115133612295526422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115133612295526422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115133612295526422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/06/mathematics.html' title='Mathematics'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115115862460551407</id><published>2006-06-24T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:17:04.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed</title><content type='html'>I've got quite a lot to say about my hols and my holiday to Hokkaido/Tokyo but due to time constraints I'll leave it to Week 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered telling myself NOT to procrastinate and to start revision as early as possible but as usual that didn't happen. Now I have no choice but to cram what normal people should be cramming in 1 month or so in 1 week. I'm 36 hours away from the first exam and only halfway through. Only God can help me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy, fed-up and I look like shit because of my eyebags and everything. I don't study the way I normally do and I'm just accepting whatever the notes and textbooks tell me. Not at all brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT put myself through the same torture for the prelims and duh the A Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but keep hearing Paris Hilton sing her song in my ear everytime exams come near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heck, they are just Block Tests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115115862460551407?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115115862460551407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115115862460551407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115115862460551407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115115862460551407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/06/screwed.html' title='Screwed'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115071491000662342</id><published>2006-06-19T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:01:50.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>robbie</title><content type='html'>Robbie is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT'S DURING THE ALEVELS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTHWTHWTHWTHWTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115071491000662342?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115071491000662342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115071491000662342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115071491000662342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115071491000662342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/06/robbie.html' title='robbie'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-115063272172428264</id><published>2006-06-18T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:13:41.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammi</title><content type='html'>Haven't heard from her in the longest time but she's finally back and ready for work!! I've liked her since I was p6 and she still doesn't fail to impress me and influence my thinking and even decisions. But anyhow I'm really glad she's who she is today and even though I don't talk as much about her I still am crazy about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a clip I found on youtube, her winning performance in 1988 which granted her entry to showbiz. She was 15.5. Have fun watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHYRD76z1LA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHYRD76z1LA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-115063272172428264?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/115063272172428264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=115063272172428264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115063272172428264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/115063272172428264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/06/sammi.html' title='Sammi'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11896183.post-114944196166849869</id><published>2006-06-05T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:26:01.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin!</title><content type='html'>OK new skin yet again! I'm still very much in love with Gwen but that skin got old. Wanted to get an Angelina Jolie one cos you know how crazy I am over her and I didn't want those "I'm depressed" skins, so I got this sexy JLo thing. Super hot isn't she!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I had to remove some of my links cos there were a bit too many. I still visit them sometimes but not cos I hate you or anything cos I definitely don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pretty pissed off mood cos my menses are here and my cramps are like bothering me 24/7 and yet what can I do but put up with my uterus. I know she probably hates me but hey what can I do you're born in me and I have to accept you but do you have to keep twisting yourself left right and centre just so I can't even have a proper night's rest!! Gosh it's like she can't stop moving and contracting and expanding so I've totally lost my appetite but I feel damn fat cos my tummy's bloated. Thank GOD it's once a month and not like weekly I will DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11896183-114944196166849869?l=queensammi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/feeds/114944196166849869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11896183&amp;postID=114944196166849869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/114944196166849869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11896183/posts/default/114944196166849869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensammi.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-skin.html' title='New skin!'/><author><name>honyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888557931924136032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
