<?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-6724074</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:24:22.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>his princess, their baby: an unheard pandemonium of thoughts.</title><subtitle type='html'>a place to unleash. a place to confide. a place of me, only.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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I thank you for your interest in my life. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But i shall hereby announce the closure of my blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but i shall not delete it. it has many beautiful memories.. of the good.. and the bad.. all good things come to an end. but i believe the end of one good thing may signify the beginning of another.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;blessings to all who were once my faithful readers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;i&gt;here's to my very beautiful friend.. i wish for speedy recovery for ya. i may not understand the pain you're going thru, but u shall always be in my prayers... :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-115098163139115643?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/115098163139115643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/pig" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="clr=0x92a3fd&amp;amp;cn=porkmark&amp;amp;an=sabbie" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-114286535128597013?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/114286535128597013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>so much has happened since the last i blogged on 7th nov 2005. don't think anyone visits this site anymore, but for those who still bothers to drop by once in a while.. thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays my off day from work. just feeling really bored, unsettled, unhappy.. a mixture of many feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never told &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; about this blog, in fact, i didnt tell &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; many things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like ive mentioned, loads have changed the past 3 months. &lt;i&gt;I've changed&lt;/i&gt;. im no longer the sabbie everyone once knew, and maybe love? ive become someone whom i, myself, don't even understand. i dont know what i want. i don't know what im doing. i don't know what im thinking.my minds a whirlpool.. i think im a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive hurt someone very deeply and im truly sorry. now i truly understand what it means to be responsible for your own actions. perhaps thats why im so perplexed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its very tiring to wear a mask everyday, to smile when youre not happy, to laugh when youre not amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just four days ago, for the once time in my life, i snapped at &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt;. ive never snapped at anyone before. HE is right, "thats a surprise".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i even be thinking about all these? am i ready to accept the consequences for the next decision im about to make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was foolish, and still am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know ive only got myself to blame for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be alone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-114138118107355178?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/114138118107355178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=114138118107355178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/114138118107355178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/114138118107355178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2006/03/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-113136359896002918</id><published>2005-11-07T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T20:08:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. **kianhang**&lt;to&gt; hey, received your email! haha, er.. i think my taggie just acts up once in a while. used to it :p and nope, 2710 didnt come out. maybe next weekend!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a tiring day.. but fun and fulfilling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are nine newbies altogether, and we'd be together for the next few weeks of intensive product training. the product training notes were terrible. its like 2 semesters' worthed of notes..i thought i bde farewell to readings 5 months ago. and guess what? we're required to sit for a test after 3 weeks of training! quite a few late-nighters, i can foresee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new colleagues and trainers were all friendly and cool people and we didnt take much to warm up to one another. and we were treated to a hearty lunch at tcc's (though i must say the cushion/bean bag seats werent exactly the most comfy or apt for eating a proper meal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna put on all the weight i lost in china very soon. i've been piggin' out soo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just on friday, my parents and i drove up to malaysia for bah kut teh and loadsa seafood! we had my all-time fave oatmeal prawns, lobsters and fish... sinful!!! and on saturday, scats parents treated me to hongkong streets oatmeal prawns again!!! FATTT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was not all. scat and i went piggin out on sunday! gee.. but it was totally enjoyable. we had dinner at country manna's , thanks to the m1 voucher from my mom.. then we went for fondue for two at haagen daz at the esplanade! FLABBBYYY!!! but the fondue was simply heavenly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0142" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/60819573_8c8c9b8d0e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt it make you drool??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0143" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/60819580_5b0f2df671.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chocolate dip freeezessss on the ball of ice-cream!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0144" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/60819591_61f1ffe6e7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the expression says it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now, shall attempt to go through the notes and visit dreamland soon. tomorrows gonna be a long day ahead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-113136359896002918?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/113136359896002918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=113136359896002918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/113136359896002918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/113136359896002918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-day-at-work.html' title='first day at work'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-113075865028985263</id><published>2005-10-31T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:37:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>right, i take back my words - &lt;em&gt;NOT ALL&lt;/em&gt; high-ranked female interviewers are nasty! haha, yeah the ones i met today were pretty nice people. &lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;shant go into details about the interview, but yeah, guess what? ive been offered the contract! :) i thought it was a goner after my 'multi-task' test. (i was basically given a brochure to read for 10 mins, after which one of the managers will pose as a customer, calling me and asking me questions about the particular product the brochure was explaining on. as i answer his questions, im supposed to type out a given paragraph, which is totally irrelevant to the product i was tested on.) i was shaking and stammering and stopped typing to listen to him blankly  for a good 10 seconds of the call before i told myself to wake up and MULTITASK.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;haha, i guessed i must have passed the test because when i finally got to meet the director, she looked lke she was ready to offer me a contract.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;ahh, i have decided to go ahead with this and forget about bank b. there seems to be too many pros for bank a, though i really wont know if there are any hidden cons.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;anyway, just sooo glad that im employed again! gone are days of boredom! hmm, better savour the last days of boredom/freedom anyway. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-113075865028985263?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/113075865028985263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=113075865028985263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/113075865028985263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/113075865028985263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-113068830217102442</id><published>2005-10-30T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:05:02.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed, sian and sick</title><content type='html'>the title pretty much summed up what i'm feeling now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;stressed because im due for second interview tomorrow afternoon with the bank (lets call it bank 'a') and im SO NOT READY for it. crapping usually doesnt work for round 2. gees. &lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;actually am rather surprised that they shortlisted me for a round two after round ones disaster. it was sooo bloody obvious that i wasnt prepared at all and was totally bluffing my way through and the essay question (yes, theres even a mini essay question) was terrible because i provided two suggestions which contradicted each other. (maybe thats why they chose me, cos i represented CREATIVITY.. ahah...zzz..) &lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and guess what? i passed my two papers required for bank b and they called to tell me that i'm supposed to sign the contract with them on the 4th. not really sure if im supposed to be happy about it. i suppose i should, since i sorta, erm, found a job.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;was thinking, if bank a offers me the contract too? which one should i choose? haha.. nah....&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i dont have much mood or energy to prepare for the interview tomorrow anyway. down with flu.. feeling feverish and achy all over and my ankle bloody hurts so much i cant walk down the stairs properly. just slept through half of today before meeting scat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;we met his sis for dinner who was so nice to treat us to some italian food! and whambam!!! i couldnt enjoy my fusilli cos i felt kinda sick... i din even finish half of it. sighs. felt so bad. and scats meats look so goood!!! i wanna go back there again...&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;anyway, i shall attempt to check up on bank a and prolly memorise something which i can crap on tomorrow. being unprepared is one thing.. but being interviewed by a lady is another. (yes, i gonna be interviewed by a woman tomorrow.. ) according to what ive experienced, being interviewed by high-ranking women always sucks and fails, unless you are (a) just as bitchy as her (b) or even bitchier, with a tinge of humour mixed with a pinch of humility. the bottomline : you will be rejected unless youre way up there. sighs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;yes yes.. i should stop and try to save myself by finding out more stuff about the bank and its products.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-113068830217102442?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/113068830217102442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=113068830217102442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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#cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 1px solid; WIDTH: 115px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cccccc 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: black; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;My&lt;a href="http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$2,822.70&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" href="http://www.technorati.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; 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type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/10/wow-im-surprised.html' title='wow, im surprised!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-113014979073495989</id><published>2005-10-24T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T18:48:20.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one month's break and its more than enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes, i've returned from shenzhen, totally shagged. the hours of walking, endless shopping for mom's goods is really sooo tiring. well, guess managing your own business is NEVER easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think this scouting trip was a pretty fruitful one - moms found a pretty good tailor who makes her cheongsams at much lower prices and we've a few whole salers whos gota pretty nice stuff! i must say that the shenzhen now is rather developed and tis a zillion times better than beijing in terms of food and shopping! the best part yet - you can get to hongkong in just 45 minutes! more fabulous shopping and yummies! didnt take many photos cos there wasnt much of a scenery. everywheres pretty much city landscape of skyscrapers - just imagine a messier and dirtier shenton way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis been a month since i bummed around and i am &lt;em&gt;tired of it&lt;/em&gt;. this felt soo different from the three months break when i was still in varsity. guess its because i still had a ultimate destination to DREAD towards to - school reopening. but this one month of couch-potatoing, late sleep-ins, and to sum it up, an incredible waste of my youth is really starting to hit me, &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt;. not to mention that im so freaking bored at home because those who graduated with me are busy working and those who did not are being driven crazy by their honours project. of cos, if given another chance, i'd still prefer to be driven mad by boredom than by honours thesis/project/level4000 modules... but thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've actually been offered a contract by a bank to do telesales, IF i pass my exams. but the thought of doing sales doesnt brighten me up much even though its an opportunity not to be missed to work in a bank, since i do not have a relevant degree. i'm hoping to get thru an interview with another bank tomorrow so that i can dont slog like shit (still gotta slog, but not as terrible as meeting montly sales target)and still get a stable montly income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. wish me luck for tomorrows exam and interview. gotta get back to my texts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-113014979073495989?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/113014979073495989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=113014979073495989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/113014979073495989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/113014979073495989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-months-break-and-its-more-than.html' title='one month&apos;s break and its more than enough'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-112852704644361454</id><published>2005-10-05T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:24:18.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its been a week since i resigned! can't really describe how i feel slacking around whereas everyone's busy with their assignments, tests and work. a part of me feels so liberated..so free.. so relaxed(??).. yet i'm hoping to get a job real soon. i really do not wanna laze around for too long, lest my lazy bones and brains fail to re-function when i get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday, i decided to stop mapling for the day and tidy up my room, especially my desk. and i'm telling you its no mean feat, even more so for someone like me, who has sinus. imagine clearing your desk which has been piled with books, stationery and papers and which hasnt been clean for, erm.. quite some time. wiping and sneezing away all at the same time can be REALLY tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i had my bit of fun as i open up this abandoned box chucked away in one corner of my cupboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0102" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/49672554_3a34e9f70a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it contains all the letters and cards i've received from all my friends and relatives!! *beams**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0101" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/49672552_3475c64e65.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. maybe this reflects the sentimental side in me. i've really kept every card.. even the smallest and most boliao notes from my friends, passed probably during lessons. :) anyway, here are some of my faves..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0104" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/49672556_ff176c7192.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a card for my 16th birthday from my fellow section mates! :) its made with pages outta magazines! aint that so cool and creative!here's one more page for your viewing pleasure.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0105" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/49672557_c88e5df368.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeps, but they've got my birth date wrong though.. its one day too early!!! tsk.. tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a christmas card from dominic, my friend from chinese orchestra, whom i've already lost contact with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0109" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/49674475_06fc95e571.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a handmade pop-up card!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0110" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/49674476_2b76426146.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gees, still cant believe a guy can produce such intricate handicraft. its so neatly-cut, for gods sake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and good lord.. this has gotta be the smallest letter i've ever received in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0115" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/49674478_1eeb571deb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, coming to one of the sweetest card i've received...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0106" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/49672558_ae9ae0d998.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"specially for teacher"... MEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0107" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/49674474_5f320b2c7a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was my first and best tuition kid.. who never fails to complete the work i assigned him. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="101_0111" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/49674477_f2debf4de6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not only have cards from my tuition kids, but notes from my tutor too! haha.. :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-112852704644361454?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/112852704644361454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>guess what? i'm officially unemployed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;tendered my resignation on 24th Sept 2004, Saturday, the very first resignation letter of my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i don't know what to make of it &lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;the feeling of being a social parasite (not sure if thats a right description to use) ain't good, but something tells me that i've made the right choice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i shan't divulge on why i've chosen to quit. but, really, i've found relief at last.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;wish me luck as i embark on days of resume-sending, late mornings and none-stop mapling once again.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-112766555719060237?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/112766555719060237/comments/default' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-112601684125866172</id><published>2005-09-06T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:27:21.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months and 6 days</title><content type='html'>..since i started working and life's never been better, without having to worry about my next assignment deadline when i come home. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm currently feeling very bloated and so i'm not in the best condition to write properly.. gee. i'll never have bread and mooncakes for dinner again. i feel nauseous. yukes. not to mention i'm down with tongue-cer (in case you guys don't know, its ulcer on the tongue) and yes.. its irritating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am still very much wondering if my current job is the one for me, or is it worthed staying. my colleagues are really nice and i can get along with them really well. just that 5.5 days work week just sucks and there are too many meetings held in this company. i don't think its fair because we have to stay back so late for meetings but we're not having overtime pay. isnt this against some labour law?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. the thought of having to wake up so early the next morning, especially on friday nights is especially depressing. but the relief that comes every weekday evening at 1730, knowing that i can soon roam the shopping centres, meet up with my mates for dinner without having to worry about another tutorial reading which hasnt been read or any papers which havent been done certainly feels good. i guess there are two sides to every coin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame it on the govt for implementing a five-day work week. it just makes ppl like me who has to work on saturdays feel very very sore about our working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wished i wasn't so enthusiastic about looking for a job when i just finished my exams. i think i had landed a job too soon. i havent have had enough rest since i left school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its dumb to quit now cos i won't know if i'd be so lucky again. with the aftermath of katrina in the states and soaring oil prices and probably a looming economic crisis, it perhaps wiser to hold to what i have now and be satisfied about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM TIRED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-112601684125866172?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/112601684125866172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=112601684125866172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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please sms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;78277&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;support junyang!!!!!! =D&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/6724074-112428884908428531?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-112359617406060818</id><published>2005-08-09T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:11:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(erm, cant think of a better title.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started with me feeling slightly grumpy cos i'd overslept and missed my 'carebears' cartoons. abit duh, i know. but its been eons since i last watched it and i was really hoping to catch it today (since i probably won't be able to catch morning cartoons anymore..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. i woke up an hour later than i was supposed to. at least i had my beauty sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as i was stoning in front of the tv, staring blankly at strawberry shortcake babbling away, determined to slack as much as i can before work resumes tomorrow, klutz called. her suggestion was to visit snow city at jurong. frankly, i wasn't that enthusiastic initially. but i thought that its been some time since i met her and sushi and this might be the perfect day to do some catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scat sounded quite happy when he answered my call (probably thinking that i called cos i missed him.. ahahaha..) but he started groaning after hearing of plans to go out. he's just set up his x-box for a day of gaming...and thus feeling extremely 'buay song' that he's gonna be dragged outta the house for some fake snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="100_0046" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32597568_ea01422c25.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poor boy.. no more x-box for the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;come to think of it, we had quite a good time sliding down the snow erm, &lt;em&gt;hill (&lt;/em&gt;albeit a real mini one..). but i think that was like the one and only attraction inside. thank god klutz's a ntuc income policy holder, so we're entitled to discounts on the entrance fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my advice: only go there if you can enjoy the discount. there isn't much except the little thrill of sliding down the teeny weeny man-made snow hill, and of course, a retreat from the humid and disgustingly hot weather of sunny singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i got a little bruise on my wrist (which looks like a vampire teeth mark.. how apt. its the now the hungry ghost month..) after i very unglamly crashed down the hill after i lost grip of scat's arm and flipped off my rubber sled (okay, it was more like a tyre..) try picturing this dark blue chunk (the jacket which snow city has kindly provided for their patrons) crashing and screaming down the hill on her tummy, with legs waving madly in the air. geez. thank god i dont stay anywhere near jurong and that all present were big families consisting of parents and kiddos whom i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i wonder why its always me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the one who has to fall during each roller-blading session... ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the one who has to fall while chasing the bus.. ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the one who has to fall while sliding the snow hill.. ME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;think it must have been the curse of my mom's incessant naggings, telling me to be careful. i realised that it always happens when she reminds to be careful. just like this afternoon, she was telling me to take extra caution cos i'd just recovered from tietze's syndrome (basically a swollen rib) and there you go.. i'm once again bruised from such a safe erm sport(??!) like sliding down the damned snow hill which isn't even real. arghhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, the day ended well with a very enjoyable dinner at Tea Cosy by Eclectic Attic at plaza singapura. its got an amazing shop-as-you-dine concept, where every piece of furniture you're dining on, be it the chair, the table, or the cushion will also on sale. i simply LOVE the place! all the ornaments and furiture were of victorian vintage and the food was great! the service was fabulous as well. when we alerted the waitress that scat's chicken was not done properly,it was promptly replaced personally and apologetically by the chef himself! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="100_0047" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32597610_0342d87d5f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhh, scat's chicken and mushroom.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i ordered miso dory and it was really good.it had this unique smell and taste of some herbs which i thought had a pretty therapeutic effect. i was so engrossed with eating that i'd forgotten to take a photo of it. anyway, as you can see from the picture of scat's dinner above that the plates and cutlery used are so pretty and fine that you can't help by to slowly enjoy the food and eat with great care. in fact, the table on which we ate on was so pretty that i can't help but to clean up after every morsel of food which i'd dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my scrumptious dinner was then topped off by the reach and creamy dessert - baby blue. it even had a little baby doll for me to take home! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="100_0048" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/32597631_da62232e82.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the poor baby havent learnt how to swim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="100_0049" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/32597641_fe3d4d0119.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scat lent a little helping hand... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="100_0050" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32597652_f97d67e776.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh, my little baby doll from 'baby blue' (actually it looks kinda creepyy..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and to our surprise as we were ready to foot the bill, we were presented with a plate of miniature cakes on the house! it was to to apologise on scat's 1st plate of half-cooked chicken. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;happy and contented, i hereby wish everyone a happy national day.. haha.. please go visit eclectic attic at p.s.! its one of the those places you won't wanna miss. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-112359617406060818?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/112359617406060818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=112359617406060818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/112359617406060818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/112359617406060818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day.html' title='national day'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-112307828884604715</id><published>2005-08-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:11:28.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>support jy!!</title><content type='html'>ahh, havent been updating for a long, long time. one main word to sum up my life for the past month - busy. hur hur. anyway, my music lesson has resumed and this time, i'll practise hard! i swear! right... &lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;my prayers of not having the bi-weekly tues meetings have been answered so far. this means that i was able to go down to media corp to support my friend, junyang! haha! knew him throught sajc alumni band and PLS VOTE FOR HIM!!! urging you guys to do that not cause he's my friend, but for the fact that he's really good! :) i mean, even the judges agree. just went to the recording last nite (which was aired half-an-hour ago) and man, his rendition of that oldie (i can't remember the title, some 'nian hua' thing) was simply fantastic man. hear him live! woohoo! so from now til' 11pm, pls vote for M4, hong junyang!&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/junyang.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-112307828884604715?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/112307828884604715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=112307828884604715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/112307828884604715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/112307828884604715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/08/support-jy.html' title='support jy!!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-112213397366243853</id><published>2005-07-14T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:20:43.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commencement  2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. yeah, you're right. this is gonna be backdated. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its been a long, long time since i woke up with both dad and mom doodling around at home. it feels really nice and i really appreciate their taking time off for this special day of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after a hearty lunch, we proceeded straight to the university cultural centre (ucc). seeing people queueing for extra invitation cards, i decided to try my luck. i wasn't supposed to, since i didn't ballot for any extras online. i proceeded to show them my matriculation card anyway. thinking that it was a system cock-up on their part (it ain't a surprise to them anyway. nus comp system always cocks up :p at least, for once, theres something good about it... can play around.. haha..) anyway, i got an extra card and excitedly called scat to come right away! once again, i must apologise to dear scat for the rush. hee. *thanks babe!!* thank goodness i met a really nice usher who promised to keep ticket for scat as i proceeded to my seat in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i must say the whole ceremony seemed rather disappointing. it wasn't as grand as i thought it would be. the whole thing was....boring. maybe because mine's the last day and everyone's just sick and tired of repeating the whole process again and again. nonetheless, i had people fussing over my gown at the backstage, and of course, my 2 seconds of fame on the stage.. mind you, its 17 years of hardwork for that 2 seconds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="100_0009 me on stage" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/26295150_0e1bdaf62b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ahhh, spot my name on the screen? i will get (hopefully) a better taken one by the engaged photographer by the end of september. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after the ceremony is of course the everyone's must-do -- the photo-taking session. must really thank dear scat, sushi, klutz and sherwin, who came down specially for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A TRIBUTE TO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;MY PARENTS... &lt;/marque&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="daddy mommy" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/27979679_c6ef8916cd.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the love, care and attention.. now, its.. pay-back time!!! haha.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;SCAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="scatsab polaroid" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/27968527_b441611cf4.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely you-know-who for you-know-what :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;MY FELLOW PALS..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="100_0017 w sherwin 2" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/26295039_86b2e796b7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherwin! thanks for al your notes, encouragement.. and taking the day off just to come for my convo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="100_0014 w jac" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/26295111_3a84aabfbd.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jac.. who has been slacking around with me.. making me feel safe.. that i'm not alone.. haha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="100_0020 best companions" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/26294946_d1e19922e8.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klutz and sushi, who've been really acccomodating and not making a single complaint about my incessant shopping (haha!) despite them being really tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time in my life, i took some studio shots with my parents! its quite fun.. though i thought i was kinda unnatural with the camera. and the funny thing was the camera man couldn't get daddy to flash his million dollar smile.. haha. but then again, dad ain't a smiley man in front of the camera. can't wait to see the edited ones on the 28th july though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day ended with a wonderful buffet dinner with my folks and scat at kuishinbo.. my treat! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i just can't wait to get all my photos done in a scrap boook.. need to visit that scrap book shop in p.s. soon!! :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i shall end this post with my fave photo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/26294827_8df91f6520.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100_0029 i m heavy 2" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i ain't that heavyy!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my photos, click &lt;a href=http://www.flickr.com/photos/49631015@N00/sets/598533/&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-112213397366243853?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/112213397366243853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=112213397366243853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/112213397366243853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/112213397366243853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/07/commencement-2005.html' title='Commencement  2005'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-112125744894049214</id><published>2005-07-13T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T20:27:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tmr's the day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;of my convocation! after 4pm tomorrow, i'm officially done with books, research and essays.. at least for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been missing in action in the blogging world lately, reason being that working life in my current company is very hectic. i've lost close to 2kg since i started work, which is good news, by the way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to complete my post on my taipei trip. oh well. with 5.5 work week, all you wanna do at night or sundays is to either sleep, play some dumb games or catch a movie(rather, catch a snooze in the theatre). haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, i slept through the 1st half of &lt;em&gt;batman begins&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;initial d&lt;/em&gt; must have been great, since i was kept awake throughout the show. perhaps its the jay chou factor. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i've been shortlisted for an interview at the civil service college (csc)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, i can't decide whether its good or bad news, since i've kinda settled down at my current company. my colleagues are wonderful people and they are the reason which makes me think twice about finding another job, despite the horrible working hours and work load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, csc is a governtment body and that means 5 days' work week and possibly no overtime, since i heard that civil servants usually pack up at 5pm and chiong outta the office at 530pm sharp. and of cos, not to mention, the slightly higher pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i'll have to see how the interview goes. and for that, i have a take a day's leave, which is a rather bad reflection of myself in the current company. i've taken about 5 days' leave since i started work! 2 for electone exams (of which i'm 100% sure that i'd not pass), 1 for my convo tmr and another 1/2 day last week cos i had to visit the doc as my stupid tummy is acting up again. sometimes it hurts so much i wanna cry. (and nope, its not that normal ache that makes you wanna bomb the toilet bowl.) still gotta think of a good excuse for my taking a day off next week for the interview at csc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i'm kinda babbling here, incoherent and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall be back with updates on my convocation and hopefully, my taipei trip, which seemed like eons ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who still bothers to drop by at my blog, thanks and take care! see ya soon! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-112125744894049214?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/112125744894049214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=112125744894049214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/112125744894049214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/112125744894049214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/07/tmrs-day.html' title='tmr&apos;s the day..'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111953978653744455</id><published>2005-06-23T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:16:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is life</title><content type='html'>can't say i don't enjoy my work. just that the working hours are a tad too long. 0900 - 1730 is bullshit. i think people stay til about 8pm and be back by the office by 7am the next morning. (wait, maybe they didn't go home at all. they were wearing the same clothes. but then again, you can't tell because everyone's in full black....)there's some kinda function tomorrow at the company's club house and i'm required to stay back to. earliest i can go back is about 9pm. shit. that's 12 hours' of work. i wanna get outta this asap. should i? or should i just hang on to it? what have i done in rejecting that finance job?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been feeling REALLY tired this week. poor scat's down with dengue and i'm pretty much going between 3 places - office, hospital and home. really hope his platelet count will stabilise and that he'll get well soon! he looks so tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took my electone exam today and i think i totally screwed it. and i mean it. should i continue with lessons? should i retake? whats the point of getting the certificate if i have no plans whatsoever to teach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions.. decisions.. decisions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think my taiwan trip details are long over due. the pics are posted up but i have yet the time to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is working life? gees. i'm so exhausted by the time i get home that the only energy i've got in me is to climb into bed. maybe its cos i'm not used to it. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, TT was really kind to help me look out for job vacancies in HP. don't think i'll get shortlisted since they require ppl with experience. well, i guess its still worthed a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, now back to the tv, gotta check out if my friend's in the semis for project superstar. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111953978653744455?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111953978653744455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111953978653744455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111953978653744455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111953978653744455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-life.html' title='this is life'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111897565963873369</id><published>2005-06-17T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:34:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ai pi ai qi ai dua liap nee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think thats what i sounded like when i rejected total automation for their job offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was woken up at 830am this morn by a call from them, informing me that i've been selected as their candidate. my reasons were that the work place is far (really far... at gul drive, abit more its tuas already. maybe after work can visit johor?) and that the other one offers $100 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i just rejected a finance job (something which i've always wanted) for $100 and a few bus rides every morning! sighs. but i've already rejected. i'll not only seem 'ai pi ai qi ai dua liap nee' if i call them back to retake the offer, but also very fickle minded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pants or skirt?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;workplaces these days are so fussy about their dress code. one wants only pants and a full body black and the other only allows you to wear skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i really make the right decision? is work venue and convenience and one hundred bucks  that important? arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me of what one of my tutor in my first three months stay at jjc, mr hf lee, said. he once quoted a saying (his own, i might add) about the frequency of buses in singapore - "don't come, don't come, all don't come. one come, one come, all will come." (note: NO sexual innuendo whatsoever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111897565963873369?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111897565963873369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111897565963873369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111897565963873369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111897565963873369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/06/ai-pi-ai-qi-ai-dua-liap-nee.html' title='ai pi ai qi ai dua liap nee'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111885165525638279</id><published>2005-06-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:07:35.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm employed</title><content type='html'>yeah, i still can't believe i've landed myself in some company, and i'm starting work NEXT MONDAY. not to mention its a 5 and 1/2 day work week. the pay's pretty much the standard rate for fresh grads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i gotta make a reminder on my phone to remind myself to report for work on monday. 4 days of hols left for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still pretty much in a state of shock and awe because i wasn't too keen on it after my first round of interview. the boss didn't leave a very good impression of himself for me (take note, its ME finding the boss' attitude less than satisfactory). i thought i screwed up the interview because mid-way through i was kinda raising my voice at him. ah well. but i was surprised to be called in for a second interview this morn and at 5pm, i was informed that i'd gotten the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me whats my job-scope because they didn't give a specific answer either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am kinda disappointed that i wasn't shortlisted for the position at s'pore medical council. but i suppose theres no harm trying out for this. afterall, there's no contract, no obligation whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there u go, 4 more days to end of freedom. its even worse than school. from then on, i've got only 1 and 1/2 days free each week. sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111885165525638279?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111885165525638279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111885165525638279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111885165525638279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111885165525638279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-employed.html' title='i&apos;m employed'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111824602763819083</id><published>2005-06-08T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:53:47.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>most unglam day of my life</title><content type='html'>yesterday, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four of us decided to go urban skating from st. michaels to toa payoh. and the lazy pig and lamb decided that it was not interesting enough to wake up early for (not that scat and i weren't expecting it anyway.. haha) and therefore the both us set out to scout around the area first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few rounds of warm-up in the carpark, i felt confident enough (at least for the 1st 15 minutes) to tackle the main roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the overhead bridge. imagine i just told scat the night before that we MUST go on overhead bridges this time! apparently, my previous experience on board the overhead bridge to bishan park wasn't quite like the one i had to cross to get to the kim keat area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bridge comprised of few stages of steep ramps (which i had initially thought was a great way to mount the bridge not only for bikers, but i was so wrong). having very unmuscular and not-so-strong legs, i started having difficulties as i started on the second ramp. i was literally pulling myself up the ramp instead of powering up on the 8 wheels on my feet. just at this moment, this old ah-ma wheezed past me and up the bridge in like 10 seconds. and i'm telling you, i've never felt so humiliated and weak in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? this bridge crosses the PIE and the way in which i pulled myself up (with legs wide open) saw me flaunting my big fat butt to the rest of the world. imagine a super un-agile girl with weak legs and flabby butt trying to climb up-hill on wheels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't the worst. when we reached this zebra-crossing area, the cab driver very kindly stopped a distance from the lines to allow me more space to move around. and holy mama! one moment i was looking damn cool (i hope) gliding across the road and the next minute,*bonk!* i was on my butt. my butt ain't painful (one of the advantageous of having flabby butts) but i think i must have been reaching for the sky, seeking god's help as i fell because i sprained my neck. the cab driver stopped there for a few good seconds even after i cleared the zebra-crossing. i didn't dare to take a look at him. images of him chuckling away was bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness we were only about 200m away from our destination. i felt like a complete loser. and as scat me massaged my neck, i laughed and cried all at the same time. i was uncontrollable. it was painful but as i recounted what happened, i couldn't help but laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i laughed and cried simultaneously thrice at safra (toa payoh). well, at least its good exercise for the tummy.. (O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, thanks to sushi and klutz who had a good time laughing at me because i can't turn my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, salon pas plaster is good. i can turn my head left and right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111824602763819083?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111824602763819083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111824602763819083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111824602763819083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111824602763819083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/06/most-unglam-day-of-my-life.html' title='most unglam day of my life'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111781295724322604</id><published>2005-06-03T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T23:38:12.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f-ed up</title><content type='html'>yes, go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;get pissed with her! show your black face! go on!&lt;br /&gt;yes, go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;be rebellious and show him what are capable of!&lt;br /&gt;yes, go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;speed! drive as recklessly as as you like!&lt;br /&gt;yes, go ahead! show that xialan van driver that you've got balls!&lt;br /&gt;yes, go ahead! show that guailan nissan cefiro driver that a merz can go faster than you!&lt;br /&gt;yes, go ahead! show off your fantastic e-braking skills and that you can squeeze that bend in a split second!&lt;br /&gt;lets hope the car crashes and all three shall perish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you love that feeling?&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderful way to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love it?&lt;br /&gt;such f-ed up family.&lt;br /&gt;no one could have hoped for more screwed up folks.&lt;br /&gt;i am so bloody blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111781295724322604?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111781295724322604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111781295724322604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111781295724322604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111781295724322604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/06/f-ed-up.html' title='f-ed up'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111754839133450401</id><published>2005-05-31T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:08:03.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next phase of my life....</title><content type='html'>results are out today and yes, i've graduated. :) didn't have fantastic results. 'horror of the other' and 'anthropology' was a disappointing B+ and A- respectively. (lets not talk about my history grades.. sighs.) oh well, but i'm glad i'm now done with studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO MORE EXAMS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YooHooo!! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have yet to blog about my taipei trip. i'm taking a pretty long time to upload the photos and am still suffering from splitting headaches everyday since i returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just the weather or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head throbs real bad.. REAL BAD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111754839133450401?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111754839133450401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111754839133450401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111754839133450401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111754839133450401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/05/next-phase-of-my-life.html' title='next phase of my life....'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111720079093886612</id><published>2005-05-27T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:33:10.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>hello, touched down at about 1030pm on wednesday night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this trip really made me appreciate the safe traffic system and the easy availability of clean drinking water (taipei's water tastes foul all the time.. man..). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; been feeling tired and weird for the past few days. i think i'm falling sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos and updates about the trip will be up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111720079093886612?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111720079093886612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111720079093886612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111720079093886612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111720079093886612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111623380983887648</id><published>2005-05-16T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:06:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holidays!</title><content type='html'>16 hours to my flight! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking about the hongkong fencing trip i had last year and they were such wonderful memories - good food, great buys and fabulous company.. what more could one have asked for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been keeping up with the weather forecasts there and it doesn't look too good - either thunderstorms or cloudy. hmm, lets just hope things will get better when we reach there. can't wait! i really hope the weather will clear up or it'd really be disappointing. its afterall my graduation trip! want every single day to be bright and sunny for me to enjoy.. but well, guess its not up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shortlisted for a second interview at recruit express. didn't think i screw it up, neither did i ace it either. but frankly speaking, i'm not so sure i wanna work there, its too sales-oriented. so i guess its no big deal. the director made me wait so long that by the time i got to see her, i was kinda sian. which may be a good thing. i tend to stammer when i'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the interview made me realise something - i desperately need new clothes! time for wardrobe revamption. rid the surf/school/clubbin(lol) wear and make way for sharp, elegant, chic power suits! haha.. doesn't it sound so easy? just make my way down to GG&gt;5, G2000, Mango etc etc. but have you guys checked out the prices? they are disgusting! hope taipei offers some cheap and nice ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, back to the interview, the director's quite a bitch, if you ask me. but then again, perhaps one needs to be scheming, bitchy.. whatever.. to get up there. oh, and for someone in her position, she speaks horrible english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i'm so bitchy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, director in the making! haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til' then, you guys enjoy your hols too! as for those lucky(or unlucky) ones who've gotten a job, hope you all have fun too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111623380983887648?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111623380983887648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111623380983887648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111623380983887648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111623380983887648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-holidays.html' title='happy holidays!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111572631215289490</id><published>2005-05-10T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:01:27.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy..</title><content type='html'>..with my game, gyming, ktvs, pool, stoning.. and BEAUTY SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to facial right after my paper and auntie jen said my dark rings are really bad and i need to have good sleep before wrinkles start appearing!!! *shivers in terror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i've decided not to go to bed later than one am now, before it gets all hectic again when i start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, there are always exceptional nights of midnight movies and party-quest with my maple gang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm pretty much free to do whatever i want, i realise i don't have much time to blog! and i so wanna change my blog template. but everytime i on the computer, its maple time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've got a job interview tomorrow, with recruit express, to be a recruitment consultant. not really sure if its gonna be my cup of tea, since its so sales-oriented. but i'm always very intrigued by the how fast-paced the working environment is whenever i'm there as a job-seeker during the school vacation. but the centre's at jurong. i'd rather much prefer the branch in town, of course. but i heard the jurong branch is the best. but lets just see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't believe i'll be leaving for taipei next tuesday. that's so soon! can't really say i'm particularly excited. am pretty much in a daze these days, and i'm not really sure why. perhaps its post-school-life blues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, on a side note, i've lost ONE kg from my regular gyming! aha! yeah, not like its alot, but its sure as hell lotsa toll and sweat for one kilogram. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mommy will be back in singapore tomorrow morning at about 6am! :) yes! no more clothes washing for me! haha.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111572631215289490?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111572631215289490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111572631215289490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111572631215289490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111572631215289490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/05/busy.html' title='busy..'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111512855785484972</id><published>2005-05-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:55:57.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;strangely, i did not feel the jubilation, the immense liberation i ought to have felt as i handed in my final paper today. i don't know what to feel. i think i was kinda lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having come to the end of my studying career, i can finally find time to do things that i like! i wanna master photoshop, learn the piano (and hopefully get one with my own pay..okay, there are too many things i wanna get with my pay), do up my photo albums, revamp my wardrobe, get a nice pedicure.. etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i can't believe my years of studying have come to an end. i'm feeling kinda helpless, aimless... hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next priority should be to practise my electone real hard for the coming exams (exams again...) this june. haven't been truly practising the past few months. and my playing totally suck these days. haha. don't really know why i'm pursuing my full five certificate when i'm not even intending to teach. maybe as my mom said, it may be a back up plan? that if all else fails and i can't find a job i can always become an electone teacher? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.. having a splitting headache and feeling very confused at this moment. shall go play some mindless games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. post-exam blues?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111512855785484972?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111512855785484972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111512855785484972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111512855785484972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111512855785484972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/05/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111504545986752889</id><published>2005-05-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:53:00.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, i did the deed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just a few moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a great relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did say something about me wasting money. but his little smile told me that it was worthed the money, the anxiety (haha), the effort. :) &lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;in 17 hours' time, i will be free from my notes, from my essays, from s-t-u-d-y-i-n-g!!! aye. the day has come. at long last. and i've got my next few days planned already! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first is facial right after my paper! haha. can also catch some beauty sleep with auntie jen's massage! :D then its rebonding day at gary's with klutz! haha! finally... been waiting to rebond my hair since february!! after that will be shopping and hopefully, ice-cream with klutz. hehe. &lt;em&gt;hmm, is it just me or do i sound like some tai-tai? &lt;/em&gt;(O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subsequently shall be roller-blading, ms-ing and gym-ing! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr liberation, here comes my embrace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111504545986752889?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111504545986752889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111504545986752889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111504545986752889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111504545986752889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally-i-did-deed.html' title='finally, i did the deed'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111486932691230518</id><published>2005-04-30T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:55:26.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm... Dad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've finally got that osim blood pressure monitor for dad! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the problem is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to pass it to him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, this sounds strange. but i think i'm shy! tis meant to be his birthday present. but d day's not here yet . (23rd may) i really dunno how to break it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. this sounds like i've committed a terrible crime and am finding it hard to confess to him. but, no! i've merely gotten him a birthday pressie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm afraid? i'm shy? i'm afraid he may think i'm wasting money? gees. *like sab, muster up all your courage and give it to him for pete's sake!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. should i give it to him now? or wait til his birthday? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. is getting him a pressie a bad thing?? (O.o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111486932691230518?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111486932691230518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111486932691230518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111486932691230518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111486932691230518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/04/erm-dad.html' title='Erm... Dad?'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111467756874064273</id><published>2005-04-28T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:39:28.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high on ice-cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you guys just gotta try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/11306815_58465e476f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="exam de-stresser" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantabulous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOoOmmppFfff!!!!&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/6724074-111467756874064273?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111467756874064273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111467756874064273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111467756874064273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111467756874064273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/04/high-on-ice-cream.html' title='high on ice-cream'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111434915410082957</id><published>2005-04-24T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:25:54.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on second thoughts..</title><content type='html'>no more diamond ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall get daddy the osim thingie that measures his blood pressure. the previous one i got for him is faulty. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111434915410082957?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111434915410082957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111434915410082957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111434915410082957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111434915410082957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/04/on-second-thoughts.html' title='on second thoughts..'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111434228965703757</id><published>2005-04-24T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:28:46.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moody</title><content type='html'>so here i am again, trying to escape from my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. 10 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdays paper was super crappy. i am suddenly afraid i will fail it and gotta stay back one sem for one stupid module. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;progress today is really S-L-O-W. and i'm merely reading. my next paper is on wed, the day mommy is leaving for china. it feels like i've got alota time until wed to study. but deep down i know i don't. so why am i not studying? ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was initially on going down to mommy's shop after my paper on the 3rd, since i'm like the only among my friends who are finishing on the 3rd. (and i know piggy finishes on the 28th, right? argh. unfair!) but then she will still be in china then. aye. guess i'll just head home and ms all day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent out some resumes again today. so much about wanting to slack. but i realised having stopped giving tuition for so long, my bank account is rather dry. and it'll be empty upon my return from taipei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am craving for a small diamond ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. i DON'T WANT anyone to buy for me. i want to buy it for myself, with my very first pay. (hopefully i'll have enough to buy one after giving some of it to mom and dad. ) but maybe this little desire will prompt me to look for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i won't have to go job hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll fail one of my papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm stressed. i'm having lotsa mornmares, noonmares, nightmares.. ie i'll have bad, scary dreams the minute my head touches the pillow. my dream always ends up with me trapped in a place that was being sucked into the ground. just yesterday morning, i dreamt that i was trapped in the new lift in my flat. and i boarded the lift on level one. it had weird doors and only 2 buttons. the minute the door slammed shut, it shook violently and crashed through deep into the ground at high speed. i woke up screaming. -_-" thankfully i didn't scream loud enough to shock mommy from her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had another recurrent dream (all during afternoon naps). i was alone in this HUGE building, probably a shopping centre. then i came across this blue tool box. curiosity got the better of me and i picked it up. the moment i got my hands on it, all my things from my own bag started getting 'sucked' into the toolbox! worried, i approached the security guard to help me retrieve my stuff back. he directed me to another who said that in order to retrieve back my stuff, i must go to the building's storage rooms. he led me along this quiet, narrow corridor stacked with boxes and pointed to one of the rooms and walked away. what greeted me when i stepped into the room was the image of some kinda twilight zone. it was dark and misty. feeling scared, i got out of the room and went into the next one beside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything looked normal in the second room. so i proceeded to open the toolbox. then i realised that my so-called 'belongings' in the tool box was pictures of neopets! i even went "what?!" in my dream. then, suddenly, the ground turned muddy and swarmpy! everything's sinking in fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hurriedly grabbed my stuff and ran outta the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt the building shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was going to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i've never run so fast before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i left the building in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the minute i stepped outta it, it collapsed totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what greeted my eyes when i turned back was just this pile of debris, rapidly getting sucked into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up. in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this horrible dream &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THRICE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if it meant anything??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111420039111994155</id><published>2005-04-23T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T04:06:31.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown</title><content type='html'>ah.  4 days have passed. 10 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOCUS POCUS FOCUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last 10 days!!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111420039111994155?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111420039111994155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111420039111994155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111420039111994155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111420039111994155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/04/countdown.html' title='countdown'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111409093541128543</id><published>2005-04-21T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:42:15.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 more days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thats two weeks. the longest two weeks ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'll be having my first paper tomorrow and i'm not really sure i'm prepared for it. its that i-have-finished-studying-but-i-dont-think-i-remember-what-i-studied syndrome. surprisingly, i managed to complete all my readings. so, consistent reading during the semester helps! haha. yeah. but i guess taking 3 years to find out is a tad too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna die for my history papers. i swear i know nuts. why am i even a history major? i should have been a sociology / literature major instead. but, i've come to my last lap of the journey. theres no turning back now. all i look forward to is to be done with my exams, go for a holiday, lose weight, do my hair, get some makeover pictures, play maple story all day,  get a job (notice thats not at the top of my agenda..haha..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really stressed over this round of exams. i just wanna be done with it asap. but on the other hand, i do hope i can leave the school with at least one sem of good results and this is my last chance of achieving it. but knowing myself, sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with sherwin for lunch and study yesterday. actually was contemplating on staying home. but i glad i went to school instead cos it was about the most productive day of the week. yes. sherwin stresses me out. all the time. you got no choice but to pia for your life when you study with him because he makes you feel like you've done nothing. haha. also, i managed to get back my lit term paper. and i got my desired grade for it!  haha. was initially very disappointed cos i thought i got a B for it. but later, i realised that was the grade i got for my proposal. i did so much better for the real thing. :)  at least i didn't miss a night's sleep for nothing! it was a morale booster and maybe thats part of the reason why i manage to cover so much yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maple story came up with a southeast asian version. i think they gonna scrap the singapore/malaysia server at maple global soon. sighs. all my precious avartar can't be used soon. :( i gotta start from scratch, ALL OVER AGAIN. but well, on a positive note, i can devote my entire day to developing my new characters after exams, without having to worry about any more term papers. :) now, thats an incentive to go back to my notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;good luck to all having exams! they will be over..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111409093541128543?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111409093541128543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111347600620010164</id><published>2005-04-14T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T18:58:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horribly behind time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;guess what? i finished my essay at 7am this morning. damn. my beauty sleep, my poor panda eyes. that means i took a total of 10 hours to complete my project. but its not 10 solid hours of work of course. no one does 10 hours of work, unless you're super man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this time round, there was no crapping. it was &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;, good stuff. in fact, i had so many points i wanna mention that i had problem squeezing them in within my word limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm amazed by my longwindedness. my introduction paragraph was one WHOLE page long. and that was after editing. i desperately need an A for this paper. its about my only chance for an A this semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;i didn't drive to school today! i've decided on public transport because i wanna save petrol and the environment. sighs. not many young people are environment friendly today. they do not know that the increasing no. of vehicles on the road is causing major air pollution. sighs. i shall thus set an example for my peers, especially those who are drivers. your ability to drive a vehicle poses a lethal threat to our environment and our health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my decision not to take the car today was purely for personal reasons. i wanna exercise. took a bus to school and on my way back, i got off at buona vista and started to walk my home. took me about an hour (55 mins to be exact). the distance was about 10 busstops. i lost count after the 6th because i was overjoyed at seeing landmarks that marked my close proximity to home. and yup, i breathe in lotsa dust and exhaust fumes along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my daily 600 times of skipping, hula-hooping, ab-stretching and dumb-bells doesn't seem to be working very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i desperately need to shed some kilos before my taiwan trip. i'm pretty sure that with the abundant availabity of delicious food there, i'll be on a post-school-life binge. i need to prepare myself for it, to provide some extra space for taiwanese gourmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thats it. i've decided. i shall work home twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hurhur. see if i've got the determination to stick to it. this, i gotta learn from dear giraffe. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111347600620010164?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111347600620010164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111347600620010164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111347600620010164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111347600620010164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/04/horribly-behind-time.html' title='horribly behind time'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111339589208754007</id><published>2005-04-13T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:38:12.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final essay!!!</title><content type='html'>the time is now 8:36pm. i shall start on my essay now. lets see how long i'll take to finish my paper. temporary liberation in 12 hours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a lame post, i know. but anything to escape from the reality of work (or essay-writing). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111306012583813254</id><published>2005-04-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:31:19.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;crap. this is NOT a time to catch the flu bug!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been slacking the whole day, on the excuse that i feel feverish, with a blocked nose and a sore throat. my saturday's gone and i'm not sure if i even feel guilty about having wasted so much time. i'm down to my last term paper, finally. oh, did i mention that i finished my previous one at 5am yesterday morning? i was supposed to finish it on thursday night. but i spent almost 2 hours, trying to cook up an impressive introduction paragraph, and another 1 for my conclusion. sighs. i decided that since my content is not gonna be that great, i might as well attempt to make it sound good, because dr.B admits to giving higher grades for good language. but i don' think that 3 hours was well-spent because they don't seem very impressive. and its obvious that i was bullshitting. well, i was bullshitting in the entire essay anyway. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the paper was 1480 words worthed of crap and basic O'levels practical criticism of a few poems. and nope, it wasn't a literature paper, but a history paper. &lt;em&gt;what the hell was i thinkin' ?&lt;/em&gt; but when you are just so sick of work, plus the fact that it was due in twelve hours' time, you just couldn't give a damn about it. i'd be thankful if dr. B is kind enough to give me a B. holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelin' all woozy and tired from having slept at about 5am, i made my way to school to hand in that damned paper. meeting scat for dinner and movie definitely perked me up. :) we had a lamb stew and choc cheeze cake at secret recipe's. man, they were good. thanks to dear klutz for her reccommendation of the lamb stew at few months' back. it has since become THE DISH to be ordered at secret recipe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the eye 10' was a little disappointing. but i enjoyed being spooked, nonetheless. and to date, scat still doesn't understand why i like to get myself all freaked out. here is one possible explanation, as learnt from the module, 'Horror of the Other'. finally, something i've learnt is coming in handy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horror genre is by itself a form of paradox, where we derive pleasure from it, even though its contents are filled with objects that cause disgust, repulsion and distress. why then do we subject ourselves to such distress and repulsion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer lies in the fact that at the heart of horror fiction lies the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unknowable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. this unknowable is something which science cannot explain, something which is beyond the comprehension of the human mind. as a result, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;desire &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to know the unknowable is created. and through this process of unravelling the mystery of the unknowable, the narrative/film will then undergo a process of continuous revelation and disclosure. and voila! the disclosure of the existence of the the horrific being and of its properties fulfils our very sense of curiosity. it is this fulfilment of our sense of curiosity in which &lt;em&gt;part of&lt;/em&gt; the pleasure is derived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think we seek pleasure in the scenes of disgust/horror, but its the process of discovering the object of disgust that satisfies us. :) disgust in the horror genre is a necessary outcome. and therefore, disgust can be seen as a price to be paid for the pleasure in discovering the unknowable.  seriously, i don't mind paying such a price because its a damn good way to destress. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i feel like i gonna get an A for this module. haha. holy crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111306012583813254?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111306012583813254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111306012583813254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111306012583813254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111306012583813254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/04/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111271360005453995</id><published>2005-04-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T23:13:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>its freaking 11:09pm right now. i haven't finished my 2nd last essay. its due this friday. i wanna finish it by tonight!! but i've got absolutely ZERO motivation, ZERO inspiration, ZERO ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its only a month to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its gotta be the longest month ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of essays. i'm sick of school. i wanna break free. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/superhero/buffy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/h2&gt;"We saved the world. I say we have to party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Superheroine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111271360005453995?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111271360005453995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111271360005453995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111271360005453995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111271360005453995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/04/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111261554425489815</id><published>2005-04-04T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:37:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do not hum..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to the tune of the songs playing in your headphone, especially when you're in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at the central library doing my project the other day when i heard strange noises. this guy was humming happily to the tune of god knows what as he sashayed his way to the table. the humming didn't stop when he sat down. infact, it became louder and more outta tune than before. what was worse was that he even tapped the table to the beat of the song with his pen. much as we are all stressed out, mugging and pia-ing projects in the library, i'm sure as hell we all don't need that kinda entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think many people tend to commit this terrible mistake because they don't know how loud they can get when they speak/hum with headphones to their ears. also, not many are blessed with the gift of singing/humming in tune. (yes, that guy was LOUD and HORRENDOUSLY OUTTA TUNE.)no one cares if the glass in the karaoke room breaks when you're singing in there, because the room is designed to take the noise (or the singing). but its a totally different story in quiet, public places like the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally oblivious to the stares around him, his already terrible humming became pig squeals as the song he was listening to reached the climax. gees. i shifted to another corner of the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***** &lt;/p&gt;i have exactly a month before the end of my studying career and i'm still left with 2 papers to do. sighs. 18days to my first paper. double, triple, quadriple sighs.. i can't wait for 3rd of May 2005 to come. but, what if i happen to fail one of my modules and can't graduate? nah, that won't happen. i don't usually fail my exams unless you're talking about economics. its just a question of how well i will do. even so, i have a very bad feeling about this semester's exams, since 4 (or maybe 3) out of my 5 papers are open-book. open-book exams usually spell disaster because whatever thats in the notes will not help you answer the questions in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to digress, i totally hate my house now. i think i will have to study in the library for the exams. the upgrading at my house is driving me crazy!!! just the other day, i woke up in shock at bloody 8am in the morning, thinking there was an earthquake. as if my noisy neighbour ain't enough for me to bear. ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;thought i'd end the post with these.. dumb quizzes are damn good ways to destress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You are White Chocolate&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/white-chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong feminine side with a good bit of innocence thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;Whether your girlish ways are an act or not, men like to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;You are an understated beauty, and your power is often underestimated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/kindofchocolatequiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Sophisticated Sexy&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/sophisticated-sexy.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a classy woman, and you carry yourself with grace.&lt;br /&gt;Most men are in awe of you, and even a bit intimidated by you.&lt;br /&gt;You always make sure you're looking great, from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;And your charm and wit gets you on the good side of everyone you meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/sexyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kind of Sexy Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come in the next post. stay tuned. &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/6724074-111261554425489815?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111261554425489815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111261554425489815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111261554425489815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111261554425489815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/04/do-not-hum.html' title='do not hum..'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111148011361711140</id><published>2005-03-22T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T16:31:45.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hocus pocus focus</title><content type='html'>oh lord, save me from the never-ending essays!&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i have an urge to just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do anything, and go have all the fun in the world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;but alas, i know that's impossible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and i suspect i've got the shortest attention span in the world. i swear. urgggggggghhhhhhhhh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;please donate some perseverance, anyone? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111148011361711140?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111148011361711140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111148011361711140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111148011361711140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111148011361711140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/03/hocus-pocus-focus.html' title='hocus pocus focus'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111134160789641592</id><published>2005-03-21T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T02:00:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love and relationships</title><content type='html'>something which happened tonight has confirmed my doubts that love has ceased to exist between my parents. i feel sad for both of them, especially mommy. its not all dad's fault, really. (and no, he didn't have an affair..)and its not mommy's fault either. but at least, mommy had, always for the past 10 years or so, tried her very best to improve the relationship. i'm always envious of the friends around me, who have such loving parents. or maybe, just maybe, they too, just like mine, are great pretenders in front of strangers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say that dad doesn't care about mom. but i feel that he's somehow gotten his priorities wrong. i feel like talking some sense into him, but i know that he probably won't listen to me anyway. this is akin to how i don't listen to him most of the time. my obstinacy was inherited from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. sometimes i really wonder why they even got together in the first place. i asked mommy once. she said it was to escape from my grandmother's reins of control. i can't be sure if she really meant what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their somewhat failed marriage has really made appreciate the people around me more, though. i'm especially thankful that i've got scat around. =) although i must admit that its scary how his character is somewhat similar to my dad's (thank god its not totally similar...), he's also got some of the qualities that my dad lacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wished i were still a baby, who only knows how to eat, sleep and cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to make sure that history doesn't repeat itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to make sure that my children will not face the same problem as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111134160789641592?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111134160789641592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111134160789641592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111134160789641592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111134160789641592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-and-relationships.html' title='love and relationships'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111097266436231231</id><published>2005-03-16T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T20:08:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on self discipline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think i seriously lack alot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been playing maple story religiously every night for the month or so. my daily routine consists of : school, minimum work, game til wee hours of the night before i retire to bed. this explains why i'm still in school now, at 635pm, using dear scat's laptop, even though i was done with lessons since 12 - scat's laptop has got no game in it. haha. of cos, there are other distractions like net/blog surfing, but lets not go into that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just whats so intriguing about maple story? i seriously have no idea at all. it consists of nothing very interesting. i do the same thing in the game every time: hacking cute little monsters in order to earn mesos (currency in maple story) and leveling up your character and to wear the avartars available. in fact, i even dozed off on my keyboard once, while attacking the wild boars. it must be the strange appeal of routine in the game and the sense of satisfaction derived from the groans of the tree stumps and wild boars when they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i contemplated downloading the game into scats laptop when i got seriously bored of the 'anglo-dutch treaty of 1824' documents (the topic for my essay). however, despite the relatively fast connection speed available in campus, it will take a solid 9 hours to complete the download. ha! it must be god's way of telling me to stop playing and concentrate on my work. but, hmm, what am i doing at blogger? haha, anything to get my mind off work, i guess. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=u0201535"&gt;sushi's blog&lt;/a&gt; (yes, you got it! another one of those distractions i have.. ) on 'hippo and friends', and i couldn't help but agree with what he said. it is certainly crucial to dress in a way that &lt;em&gt;brings out the best in you.&lt;/em&gt; like what he's said, attempting to squeeze of a very large volume of flesh (especially very fair ones) into paper-thin sundress or a tube top with the dimensions of your regular laptop (can't think of a better analogy at the moment) will make even the friendliest turtle shrink back into the safety of his shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having said that, i must go do my sit-ups when i reach home tonight and start jogging regularly. i can see my spare tyre overflowing from my jeans. absolutely disgusting. of course, i wore a relatively long top to cover that up. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111097266436231231?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111097266436231231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111097266436231231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111097266436231231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111097266436231231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-self-discipline_16.html' title='on self discipline'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111068763482829942</id><published>2005-03-13T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:20:34.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slacking away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've watched 2 movies the past week, despite the enormous amount of work i have at hand. &lt;em&gt;Hitch&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Robots, &lt;/em&gt;man, they &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; funny! totally enjoyed the shows with klutzz, sushi and scat. :) i'd prefer robots, despite its cliched storyline, you know, as expected, all the good robots will be inspired and mobilised by a hero to fight against the bad lot. but its really got alota corny scenes that totally cracked me up! haha, loved the 'britney spears' scene and the line which goes something like, "it sounds like a mixture of jazz and funk, its junk!" haha! too bad i can't remember the exact line. if you guys do, don't hesitate to inform me! :) oh yes, when we were at the arcade at ps, i spotted the capsule station and decided to try my luck. and guess what? i got my eco tofu (the green one) to complete my tofu men collection! ha! what a wonderful day! :)&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/6408249_c4cd3e0dd5.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="complete tofu collection" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, the green one is eco tofu! haha! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw another machine and decided to try and see what issit. and tada!&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/6408268_7d7b310e7c.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Pikachiu Machine Series" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! think i want this series too! :p&lt;/p&gt;went to see my cousin's newborn yesterday and she's such a darling! she looks really intelligent for a one-month-old and she's so pretty! i'm sure she'll grow up a babe! :D and ooh, the way she stretches like a little kitten will make anyone go awww... and the way she dozes off while drinking her milk is so cuteeeee!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to come back in the evening to do my work, but everyone needs transport back to town since my cousin stays in ulu cck. so i had to wait til almost 10pm when they finished their game of mahjong. boo. and then everyone decides to go for supper at quality hotel, singapore down at balestier. and yeap, my saturday's gone, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i still got 6 more essays to go. just thinking about it makes me tired already. got back the grades for my first round of essays and surprisingly, i did pretty well for a couple of them, especially for anthropology and lit. basically, i did well in &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;except &lt;/strong&gt;my major, history. i think its a big mistake to have chosen history as my major. but hell, no. its a BIG mistake in itself to have even come to nus. ha! but i'm almost done with it anyway. sighs. imagine, i could have been some straight-As or dean's list student if i had taken lit right from the start. hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; life's full of decisions, albeit really bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of cos, life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111068763482829942?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111068763482829942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111068763482829942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111068763482829942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111068763482829942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/03/slacking-away.html' title='slacking away'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-111003498748754226</id><published>2005-03-05T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T23:03:07.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm such a glutton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think i ate enough the past 2 days to last me for a week! so much about going on diet and achieving my sacred no. 49. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kampong glam field trip on friday for my 'malay world' module turned out to be really fun. =) i met dins, val and jac first for lunch. we wanted to have some turkish food at arab street and we found a really cool place! but, unfortunately, we were there at the wrong time for the chefs were away for their friday prayers. oh well. so we ended up at &lt;em&gt;bumbu, &lt;/em&gt;this thai-indonesian restaurant. and guess what? the food was yummy! we ordered set lunch and i LOVE the &lt;em&gt;tauhu&lt;/em&gt; thingie (i think its called tauhu-terok or something, i can't remember)!! it was really delicious and the mango chicken and vegetable dish was great too! there was this rice cracker that came with a sorta coconut spread. sweet. =) we were about to leave when we settled the bills when the waitress told us we've still got dessert! boy, were we stuffed! oh, and just for your information, its pretty affordable, despite the cool decor, great food and excellent service, it costs  just $15 per person. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which was to our tutorial meeting point at the sultan mosque. for the first time in my life, i stepped into a mosque. it's very airy and somehow, being inside gives a sense of serenity - the power of holy grounds. there was this huge and gorgeous-looking carpet in the main hall, where the prayers were held and the lightings had arabic inscriptions on them.  its really interesting and we got stares from many people because there we are, a bunch of locals, being lectured on mosques and malay culture by an &lt;em&gt;ang-moh&lt;/em&gt; (my lecturer)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; apparently, the design of the mosque is one of colonial legacy - the onion-bulb roof of a mosque is concepted by europeans, and not muslims! that is, the european architects designed what &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; deemed a mosque &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt;  look like and voila! all the mosques on previously colonised grounds have onion-bulbs for roof-tops. such is the very power of colonial rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked down arab street and i kinda like that place! i think i sound abit &lt;em&gt;suaku&lt;/em&gt;, but i've never been there before. they've got the cool, renovated old shophouses which i love! i love their windows! they look so cool! think i'll have my windows done up like that in the future. hee. =) and then we saw something which we thought shouldn't be there. there was this shop selling bikinis about 200m from the mosque. hmm. much as they are there for the tourists, i thought its still rather disrespectful and inappropriate. anyway, further down was this malay perfume shop which had beautiful glass bottles! too bad there was this bunch of primary school kids having their excursion there as well and the whole shop was occupied by them. hmm, shall go back there again to get some bottles after i'm done with my papers. haha. oh, i didn't know muslims had to use special perfumes until then. i thought they just couldn't &lt;em&gt;consume&lt;/em&gt; alcohol, and application of normal perfumes (which have alcohol content) was permissible. so this particular shop sells perfumes which are oil-based, especially for our muslim friends. apparently, according to dr.B who's tried the perfumes, said the fragrance could really &lt;em&gt;cling&lt;/em&gt; to you upon using it, even after washing for a few times. he basically spent a day at arab street, walking around and smelling like a pretty girl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a pleasant surprise, the history department actually treated us to malay kuehs and drinks at this mini-coffeeshop. the cakes were pretty good! =) i think i should drag a few friends back there again soon. hee. yumss... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was on to the malay heritage centre. i got a shock when i saw how it looked like. definitely not something i'd have imagined. the place was too done-up, too clean. yes, very typical of singapore's style for their conservation of heritage buildings / places. it looks more like a european / colonial ground than a &lt;em&gt;malay&lt;/em&gt;  heritage centre. if they hadn't put up a sign at the gate, i'd think its some posh, european restaurant or something. we found this display of mama shop photo which dr.B says he can't understand why its even there in the first place. (mama shops are run by indians, actually.) and whats more shocking is that we realised that photo of the mama shop is rather recent. its got the latest mentos and fishermen's friend flavours being displayed. ha! so much for trying to teach the public about the &lt;em&gt;history&lt;/em&gt; of malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, now i've gotta think about what to write for the trip. i &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; essays on field trips! and its due this coming tuesday, which means i gotta get it done by this weekend. well, looking on the bright side, at least i can get it over and done with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-111003498748754226?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/111003498748754226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=111003498748754226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111003498748754226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/111003498748754226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-such-glutton.html' title='i&apos;m such a glutton'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110960453526041378</id><published>2005-02-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:28:55.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to look forward to</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...a true food-lover's paradise..exquisite chinese cuisines and a wide variety of international food to delight hungry visitors.. &lt;br /&gt;...you can buy almost anything you can think of, from designer names to antique curios...&lt;br /&gt; ...though "Ilha Formosa" ... is just 144 km wide and 395 km long there are endless attractions to interest visitors from around the world... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;yes, taiwan, here i come! =) at least amidst all the work, theres something that i can look forward to!! europe is out of question, due to money constraints. but taiwan sounds good too! they've got good food and good shopping! =) and guess what? i'll be going with klutzz and company!! haha.. and we're totally on our own, no tour packages! finally, managed to convince klutzz mom to let us go on our own. think it will be more fun to explore around with maps and getting lost along the way. actually, you can't get lost on the mrt trains, right? afterall, its a two-way thing, if you miss a stop, get out and take the next train back!! haha.  and most importantly, they speak mandarin! =) got the air tickets booked - jet star asia. they are selling out, &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt;. and they are really pretty cheap, if you go on a non-peak day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tis gonna be a pretty short getaway, though, only for a week. but thats better than nothing at all! anyway, might be going on to guanzhou / hangzhou with mommy when i'm back from the taiwan trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ahh, anticipation... 2 more months!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110960453526041378?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110960453526041378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110960453526041378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110960453526041378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110960453526041378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/02/something-to-look-forward-to.html' title='something to look forward to'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110925449062631246</id><published>2005-02-24T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:17:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of term break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gosh, today's the last day of the term break! and nope, i haven't finished my assignments yet. sighs. thank god my fridays are free and this means i've still got the weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday was the last day of the lunar new year. aye, how time flies, really. haha. so much for all the hustle bustle before all that celebrations! and i still have 2 sets of new year clothings yet to be worn! nope, i didn't over buy. just no time to go out. &lt;em&gt;boooo&lt;/em&gt; to all nus lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, had my &lt;em&gt;mai pian xia&lt;/em&gt; again last night! wee! had a really scrumptious reunion dinner with my parents at joo chiat area. daddy was in high spirits again! despite me getting lost so many times while driving to pick mommy and to east coast area to pass candice her notes, he didn't get pissed off at all. =) aye, &lt;em&gt;lets not dwell into my lack of direction sense, yeah? &lt;/em&gt;lets talk about one of the most glorious things on earth : food! beside my all-time fave cereal prawns, we ordered butter crabs, stingray, my fave broccoli and fried hokkein mee! :D so full i could hardly move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;daddy was still laughing at me over dinner. :( okay, i was acting all silly again. the previous night, i thought i left my water bottle and strawberry tofu in the src toilet. so i was extremely sad and even contemplated driving back to school to look for it. the funny thing was, i remembered catching a glimpse of it when unpacking my stuff after i came back from fencing. i looked high and low, turned my bag inside out, and still failed to find it! i was all miserable and heart-broken, and thus determined to beat the cleaner auntie at 7am the next morning before she finds it throw it away or something. as expected, it was a relatively sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and yes, i managed to catch the right timing the next morning. i reached school at the wee hour of 645am and rummaged through the src toilets. i couldn't see no pink bottle nor the strawberry tofu anyway. the auntie said she didn't see any bottles when i asked her either. i was devastated. i was sure that this was some kinda punishment for my being so careless. someone omnipotent up there must have asked some floorball girl or the cleaner auntie to keep it for themselves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the sun was high up when i got home. i was trying my best not to look so sad when i dad asked me if i'd found my darling pink nalgene bottle. i shook my head and walked straight to my room. when i went back to the living room to get some left over chinese new year goodies, something pink in the mask (which was hanging at the balcony window) caught my eye. - my lovely pink bottle!! and the strawberry tofu. sheeesh. i woke up early for nothing! they were both safe inside my mask, at home all night. &lt;em&gt;sighs&lt;/em&gt;. i didn't spot it the previous night because you can't see through the mask in the night. argh. i feel so stupid. but oh well, at least i got my bottle back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;daddy has left for bangkok tonight for his company trip. just sent him to the airport. that means i've got the car for the weekend! :D but, i can't go out because i still got tonnes of work to clear! &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, woe it me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110925449062631246?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110925449062631246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110925449062631246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110925449062631246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110925449062631246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/02/last-day-of-term-break.html' title='last day of term break!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110898465907877217</id><published>2005-02-20T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:28:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 3rd anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy third anniversary, babe! thanks for the love, care, concern, attention, understanding.. showered upon me for the past 1095 days! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its a whole lotta surprises for me today! first of all, scat dear arrived with his new cool hair do! so much about not going to gary to get his hair cut. he's such a liar! but, albeit a sweet one. =) i shoulda guessed, since he told me he was in town alone when i called him earlier. sly boy.. haha. oooh, but he looks so cool with his new hair cut! =) and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/5168985/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="36 roses" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/5168985_41b44df38c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;36 pretty red roses, &lt;em&gt;one for every month we've been together, &lt;/em&gt;so says dear scat =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/5165919/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="roses, roses, i love you =)" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5165919_42c8bc620c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heres me, admiring them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;more surprises to come! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/5165875/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="what's inside?" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5165875_4644b7f31e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, i wonder whats inside??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/5165892/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="tada!" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5165892_31424e267e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh man, i'm touched beyond words! he went to capsule station and got the tofu-men (the round cases) for me!! =) they are so cute! that time we went suntec and i spent about 10 bucks turning those machines, hoping to get my milk tofu. sighs, guess i didn't have the luck. i was, of course, hoping to find my milk tofu in the box. well, it wasn't inside and i tried my very best conceal my disappointment. he's already been so sweet to get those for me and its purely a luck thing, whether or not you get the character you want. other stuff inside includes 3 rochers, 3 footspas (oooh, they make your feet rock =D ), three miniature perfume bottles (!!! =D) and three tofu men. hee. one for each year we've been together! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/5165964/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="miniature perfumes!!" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5165964_979fbb4f3f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottles, bottles, i love you!! from left: givenchy's indecence, sonia rykiel and lancome's treson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;next, its..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/5166197/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="i knew it" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5166197_4f574409bb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;square accessories! moi faves! i saw this from the arts bazaar and i knew he was gonna get it for me! haha.. thanks to his and kluttzs' poor acting skills. but... nonetheless... THANKS babE =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and i'd think that was all and more than enough to make my day! but, scat's got another surprise for me! it's so ironic that scat's such a lousy actor but a good liar all at the same time. (or i'm just very gullible) but as they say, life's full of contraditions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/5165903/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Surprise of the Day =)" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/5165903_39287535b8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise of the day! scat had the MILK TOFU in his pocket all along! hmmph!! but.. aww.. ain't it cute? *thankssssss, once again=) * &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/5165898/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="To-Fu Norimono Mascot" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5165898_b104564340.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the to-fu men he got for me today. from left: to-fu china, egg to-fu, MILK TO-FU =), strawberry to-fu and pudding to-fu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;up next is to town to get scat's stuff! =) he's been looking for a pair of sandals and tada! i got him a pair, from addidas! ahh, i wonder how much addidas is paying him. addidas shoes, shirts and now sandals! haha. but he looks really nice in them. and now, with the funky hairdo, its even better! =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;contrary to popular imagination (haha) we didn't head to some posh restaurant for a romantic candlelight dinner. haha. instead, we headed to holland village to satisfy my craving for mai pian xia! ahhhhh... we asked for extra mai pian and man, it was so goooood! =D i think its a great change from the usual steak or cutlets. =) and a cheaper alternative too! heee. dessert was at billy bombers at heerens, where we had our buffalo wings and &lt;em&gt;original sin&lt;/em&gt; cake - real chocoholic's delight and truly sinful! boy, was i stuffed! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;a truly unforgettable day, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/5165938/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="happy always" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5165938_d96b6a46c4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to our relationship. together always. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110898465907877217?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110898465907877217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110898465907877217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110898465907877217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110898465907877217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-3rd-anniversary.html' title='happy 3rd anniversary!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110898194287371587</id><published>2005-02-18T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T18:34:25.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holidays!</title><content type='html'>today's a lucky day for me! shin, klutzz and i were at the nus career fair and we were happily signing up for mailing groups and collecting freebies when there was finally a mini 'lucky draw' corner. its the asiaone career booth and when you sign up, you get a chance to win a sasha bear! and guess what? i did!! =) its really, really nice and cuddly sasha bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/5057929/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="lucky softie sasha" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5057929_cca490e0f6_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't it so absolutely very adorable? but i'm amazed by the amount of money in attracting people to sign up. sasha bears aren't exactly cheap. but maybe they're sponsored. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the fair was lunch and birkie shopping with scat, klutzz and mehmeh!! =D i've finally gotten my very own birkenstock sandals! and they are my fave RAINBOW STRIPES too! =D was undecided between this and another pink flowery one. but decided i love stripes, and whats more, RAINBOW STRIPES to go for the pinkie. =) kluttz and mehmeh both got a pair too! haha! til scat gets his tomorrow!;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/5057948/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="stripey birkies" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5057948_94bce4ee74_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!! stripey birkies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks babe! =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was on to ice skating, Ice Edge, organised by the nus skating club. it was pretty fun, especially the ice-throwing part. but stupid darryl aimed so directly at me that i freaked out and fell... on my knees. my poor, poor knees. =( but it was really quite fun, worthed every buck of the $10. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tonight's off to johor bahru to dye and highlight my hair! =) heh.. love my new colour. =) thankssssssssssss to daddy and mommy who waited so long for me. oops. but we had a GREAT dinner after that! steamed fish and bbq crabs! hee! actually was craving for &lt;em&gt;mai pian xia&lt;/em&gt; aka oatmeal prawns. but i know dad likes crabs more. aw, i'm such a nice girl. hahaha! anyway, will be going to satisfy my craving for mai pian xia tomorrow, or rather, later today! =) *yums*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, for some guilt-free mapling before i start my term break on monday with my pending NINE assignments. *toodles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110898194287371587?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110898194287371587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110898194287371587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110898194287371587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110898194287371587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-holidays.html' title='happy holidays!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110839122039132694</id><published>2005-02-14T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:27:00.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna complain!!!</title><content type='html'>i've got so much work to do!! =( &lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;one more essay due this coming friday, one presentation research, tutorials tomorrow and thursay, and a lit text to finish! =(&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt; the lit lecturer just sent a mail, reminding us to come to class after having read the book, "&lt;em&gt;or else there's no point in turning up&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;right, that's totally outta point because we &lt;strong&gt;ALL HAVE TO &lt;/strong&gt;turn up for class this week because our assignment is due that day. &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;well, at least i can console myself that after these 2 very hectic weeks, the mid-term break is coming!! =) not like its really a break, since i've got another 6 term papers due after the break. bah. but, what really perks me up is the coming ice-skating outing this friday with the fencing peeps! wee! this event is organised by the nus skating club. haha, $10 and we have the whole ring is to ourselves! okie, to all the nus students. hope there won't be too many people.. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;back to work.. back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110839122039132694?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110839122039132694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110839122039132694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110839122039132694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110839122039132694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wanna-complain.html' title='i wanna complain!!!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110828597591172762</id><published>2005-02-13T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T17:23:10.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gong xi fa cai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to all my faithful readers! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so busy the past the few days that i've got no time to blog! lemme recall everything, starting from the reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th Feb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;happy sweet 22nd, anna! =)&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;after going to school for just one lecture (see, i'm such a good girl!!), i met up with anna for abit of catching up, as well as to exchange our birthday pressies. thankksssss babe! =) (anyway, if got time will post pictures of all the stuff i've received this year) then it was back home to try and complete my assignment for hy2244, exhibition proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, at about 8pm, dinner was ready!! as usual, we had reunion dinner with some relatives from dad's side. mommy ordered buddha jump over the wall this year! wooohooo!! first taste of it in 22 years! =) the soup's gooooooddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at 12 midnight, we went to pray and finally at about 3am in the morning, we make our way down to chinatown. haha. yes, 3am in the morning. we'll do it every year, without fail. there wasn't much to shop lah. just there to feel the festive spirit. mommy wanted to buy some plants and goodies anyway. =) this year's chinatown bazaar don't seem as crowded as the yester years'. maybe it was too late already? anyway, finally, at 5am, we make our way home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;大年初一&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12nn, and watch tv til about 3pm. heh. we're pretty late this year. so we skipped our usual first destination. to cut the story short, the visiting ended at my maternal granny's side, the 5th and last destination for the day. strangely, no playing of blackjack there this year. so my cousins and i went k-box at cineleisure. and it so happened that my paternal cousins were also going to be there. so i was basically room-hopping at k box. haha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at 230am, made my way back to granny's to pick mommy up. slept at about 430am... and was absolutely jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;大年初二&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the day when ALL my relatives will come to my house. didn't help mommy much this year. haha. was busy.... SLEEPING. haha. its a day of mahjong and blackjack. sighs. lost money. haha. damn... and my mahjong session ended at about 330am. i was practically sleeping on my tiles already. however, mommy's mahjong only ended at 5am. so i was sweeping the floor, cleaning up etc. and slept at 530am. i can feel my eye bags. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;大年初三&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was intending to spend the day completing at least 2 assignments. but i was so tired that i fell asleep on my table. then i decided to shift to my bed for more comfotable positions. (but hey! at least i completed my exhibition proposal!!) hahaha. and then i woke up in shock at 6pm, thinking that i was gonna be late for my dinner appointment with the fencing peeps. thank goodness daddy called and offered to send me there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha, dinner at holland village. wee! lau yu sheng!! =) surprisingly, the yusheng actually tasted quite nice. then it was pool and more k-box at clementi!! =) wanted to go home early and try finish my work. but.... oh well. in the end came home at about 130am, all ready to concuss in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;大年初四&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally a day to sleep in late and get down to serious work! basically spent the day reading my materials for my second assignment. and before i knew it, its time to go dear scat's place to 拜年.. at his new house! =) his family is efficient man! its all nicely done up already! =) very very cosy and windy place too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love auntie's prawns! =D hee heee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after dinner, i had to leave pretty soon cos i need to finish my assignment! =( was hoping can stay long enough to eat the almond roca. hahahaha! oops....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;大年初五&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's spent at home, trying to finish up my assignments, tutorials and what nots. sighs. at least i've completed 2 essays. one more to go!! and more tutorials and research for a mini presentation. sighs sighs sighs!! never had i such a cny holiday so hectic and filled with work. =( now, there's one more reason to be happy about graduating at the end of this semester. but noooo, stupid klutzz had to remind me that i won't have school holidays. boooooo! booooo you, kluttzz!!! hope you'll have your honours thesis /lab reports / essays.. whatever.. to work on during cny next year! hahaha! i'm so evil! but i like it.. lol. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, here's wishing everyone a very prosperous new year! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;恭喜发财 身体健康 心想事成 万事如意 ！！！ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110828597591172762?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110828597591172762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110828597591172762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110828597591172762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110828597591172762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/02/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='gong xi fa cai'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110767335398574537</id><published>2005-02-06T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:06:11.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, a free sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...well, not really, considering i have 3 assignments at hand. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i was out shopping with klutzz and mehmeh yester morning and i got a new skirt from mango!! =) thanks to klutzz who spotted it firsT!! heehee *rubs hands in glee* &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="pompom frilly skirt" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4336188_0faf911a34_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh!! my first pompom-girl-style skirt!! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;haha! its new arrival.. so that means its nett-priced and thus nearly half the pay from my two tired weekends is gone. but, i'm happy! new skirts &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; make me smile. ahh, &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;, plus another one i got from toss earlier on means that i've got 2 new skirts for the new year! =D&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="stripped skirt" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4336186_42e4ea369c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! stripey stripey!! =D&lt;/p&gt;ahh, having done admiring my new loves, its back to work again. =( good luck to all who are in the same boat as me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;motivation: work hard now to enjoy a looonnnnng cny weekend!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110767335398574537?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110767335398574537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110767335398574537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110767335398574537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110767335398574537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally-free-sunday.html' title='finally, a free sunday'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110753807385763708</id><published>2005-02-05T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T01:27:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mona lisa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="mona lisa nail" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4257766_b197a458fd_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's such a very long day! was intending to get up real early for a jog before heading for electone lessons. but was ultimately defeated by the sleepyhead in me. ah well, it was kinda expected anyway. haha. in any case, wasn't feeling too well also. the potassium citrate almost killed me. :( ok, it merely made me nauseous for the whole of 2 days. at least i'm better now.. and am all ready for BAH KWA!! :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after music lesson was lunch with klutzz and dear scat. and guess what? we went shopping at the bazaar at the forum and scat got me these!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="bazaar shopping!" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4258830_b4f6c1dc64_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fave bottles! miniature perfumes!!!=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="bazaar shopping!" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4258822_79ea66893b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miniature ralph lauren!! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thankssssss babe!! =D they will be up for display soon!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to head to the library for the film, hang tuah, for my malay world module. think its got a rather bizarre storyline coupled with some corny bits. think it was translation. but anyway, i don't see why its so famous. i don't think its a great movie at all. maybe its a different era kinda thing. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then its to far east for work! ahh.. there aren't many customers, actually. but i think we just take damn long to finish one. so it felt like i was working real hard. the last customer came at about 930 and i could only go home at around 11. super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, before i sign off for my beauty sleep, heres one of my fave funky nail art design...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="103_0380" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/4259164_b84558a11b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spidey!! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;goodnight!! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110753807385763708?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110753807385763708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110753807385763708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110753807385763708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110753807385763708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/02/mona-lisa.html' title='mona lisa!!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110734645305052652</id><published>2005-02-02T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T20:28:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neglected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yup, i think thats what my blog feels now. but i've been really busy of late. just got a weekend job at far east for last and this weekend (some kinda chinese new year promotion, i think). its digital nail art. and i must admit i suck at painting nails. but thankfully, most of the customers do not really mind. afterall, what ever i painted will most probably be covered by the printing anyway. i think the concept's pretty cool. and because its computerised, there are as many as about 500 elaborate designs for you to choose from. its charging at $12 for ten nails, IF YOU KNOW ME. so, anyone interested in getting their nails nicely painted like these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/4146453/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="103_0372" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4146453_fc2a819e84_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peacock!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/4146452/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="103_0371" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4146452_d38010a47b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beetle!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/4146451/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="103_0370" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4146451_ecdfe1ecc3_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jap woman.. geisha??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tell the boss you know me, yeah? =) frankly speaking, i kinda regret taking the job. it kinda ate my weekends away. but its a blunder on my part. it was only after i agreed to work that i realised i have so many assignments due so soon. i thought they are only gonna be due in march. but, since a promise is a promise, and that boss is such a nice person, i'll just have to practise better time management. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's the 4th week of school and i'm feeling the heat! woohoo! i have t&lt;em&gt;hree&lt;/em&gt; assignments due in week 6, thats the week after cny. may god bless me... i think its gonna be a sad cny holiday for me. well, looking on the bright side, i've finally put a stop to my tuition! big thankssss to anna whos kindly agreed to take over my job. never have i felt so liberated in my 3 years in the varsity! not that i did not have the choice to stop giving tuition before, but it really financed me quite a bit then. well, three months more and i will be out earning my own keep. i really feel like holidaying in europe before i start work. (&lt;em&gt;klutzz!!! persuade your parents and your darling to help me materialise this!!!)&lt;/em&gt; but i don't think thats financially possible, or parentally possible (if theres such a phrase). haha. but, if klutzz, mehmeh and scat can go with me, my parents will prolly relent and  I WILL THEN MAKE IT FINANCIALLY POSSIBLE!!!! haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wake up, sabbie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its always good to hope and dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch ya peeps again! =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110734645305052652?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110734645305052652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110734645305052652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110734645305052652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110734645305052652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/02/neglected.html' title='neglected'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110676456208799186</id><published>2005-01-27T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T02:36:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHH!</title><content type='html'>can you sense my frustration? tonights the night i can fully comprehend the meaning of 'screw-up' and being 'frustrated'. i spent the last 5 hours trying to write a 5 page essay. how lousy is that? =( its sure a bad case, and i mean &lt;em&gt;bad, &lt;/em&gt;bad case of a mental block. i just don't know what to write! ARGH. and thus looking at the time, i've decided not to do it. thank god my assigned essay is not due this week and thus i have the liberty of doing another question next week. but this is such a complete waste of time! i spent an hour in the library watching the film (which i was supposed to discuss in the paper) when i could be off doing other more constructive stuff. i'm so bloody pissed off with myself! *ARGGGGHHHHHHHH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kick me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110676456208799186?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110676456208799186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110676456208799186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110676456208799186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110676456208799186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/01/arghhh.html' title='ARGHHH!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110641010649344186</id><published>2005-01-22T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T00:08:26.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*before i start, i just wanna say that i have a bad hair day today! and i hate it!! =( *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to miss jeanette low! =) shes scats sis, by the way. and we went to some korean restaurant for dinner. the place may look ulu, but the food's good! i love the fried chicken and beef. the beef was the best! we ordered 2 plates of that! =) scats mom looked really tired during dinner. must be all the packing and unpacking. i was tired by the time i reached the restaurant too. went shopping for jeanettes and annas pressies before dinner. and i realised that shopping alone can be quite enjoyable. you walk leisurely, purely at your own pace, see what you like, try all you want and don't have to worry about taking up too much of other people's time! =) got jeanette a necklace from bedazzled. i really hope she'll like it. am not really sure about her taste. and yes, miss anna tan, i got your gio top!! hope its the right one though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got a cardigan to go along with my 肚兜 (du4 dou1) i got from china! yeah.. and this was after a long, long search. was initially gonna give up all hopes and just get one from topshop. dear daddy dropped me off at wisma topshop this afternoon and was really contemplating to buy it. but thankfully, i didn't like it enough for impulse buying. phew. this one from GG5 is so much nicer and cheaper too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surprises of all surprises, i bumped into charles (ex classmate from jjc) in takashimaya. feels nice to see him again after such a long time. =) after getting all i wanted, i walked my way to centrepoint area to meet scat. was so, so shagged by then, i just had to sit on the dirty steps at the entrance of john little. there i was, listening to my mp3s and people-watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that what sociologists do - people-watch all the time? i really wonder. it reminds me about my anthropology module and the films i've viewed during the course so far. i really envy all those anthropologists, able to travel to the most obscure places, stay in an alien environment and learn about the cultures and the people living there. anyway, i have to add that besides feeling envious of these travellers in the films, theres nothing good about the module. the fact that its an 8am module, and (KLUTZZ and SCAT!! READ THIS!!) my doing it alone makes me abhor it even more. sighs. haha. does tutorials start next week? if so, my wednesdays also start at 8am!! *groans and moans* anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about modules, i really hate the port cities, history module too! thank god i have got sherwin. haha. i missed this week's lecture cos i overslept. oops. but i wasn't feeling too sad about it. lol. but felt abit bad for leaving sherwin alone. haha. &lt;em&gt;*eh sher, i shall to not oversleep again! =P*&lt;/em&gt;my favourite one has got to be horror of the other!! =) its just so incredibly interesting. hee hee. read my first text, &lt;em&gt;shooting an elephant&lt;/em&gt;, by george orwell. its so fun to do such critical reading all over again. i remembered during my college days, there's just so much to decipher from just one sentence or one phrase the author wrote / character said. and it gives me an insight as to really how chim my dear friend, yiqing is. i know she's chim. just don't know that she's this chim. and my god, the group i was for this week.. one of my members was just.. or rather, still is, so very gay!!! ok, i having nothing against homosexuality, but its just slightly, i repeat, SLIGHTLY disturbing to see such an effeminate guy. yiqing couldn't stand him either. during our toilet break, she just couldn't resist exclaiming to me, 'sab, he's so gay!!' haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm, am savouring my famous amos cookies scats daddy got me... ahhh.. its the perfect way to end the day with. and also the perfect way to get heaty and fat!! on the subject of heatiness, i was telling scat that its fine if i get a sore throat so bad that i can't talk. but i just don't wanna get pimple outbreak!! haha. well, its not the first day you guys know me, for vanity's my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do realise the incoherence between paragraphs for this post. but give me a break! its my bad hair day today!! and i absolutely REGRET cutting my hair. its now at this neither long nor short length. and horror of all horrors, chinese new year is coming! oh please, my glorious hair! grow at your fastest rate just for this month!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110641010649344186?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110641010649344186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110641010649344186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110641010649344186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110641010649344186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday_22.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110615474311029880</id><published>2005-01-20T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T02:37:20.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another happy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;first and foremost, about the novices champs, its once again yet another disappointment. but this time round, i did better in getting a by for the first round of direct elimimation, won the 2nd elimination round, met ranked 4th/5th (can't remember) and got k.o.-ed. haha. sighs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's an ultra happy day! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was scat's day =) and he brought lotsa stuff for me, from his daddy and mommy! haha! guess what they got for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! miniature bottles of alcohol! hee. they know i'm a bottle collector and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3543757_cb4ea4a6df.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3543762_4d4dd4a5d8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guiness twins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3543763_1052bc5f2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martell's my fave!! so pretty!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;img src=http://photos2.flickr.com/3543765_fe7fdb83b0.jpg /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one looks vintage! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3543777_bf726c2d4d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool bottle cap!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a biggie, major thanksssssssss to scats daddy and mommy! =) his daddy actually bear to part with his collection and give them to mee... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. and to end off this very happy night, lemme tell ya that dad is in a very good mood! he suggested going chinatown after picking mommy up! =) we went for a little and supper and off to chinatown chinese new year bazaar! this years bazaar seem rather disappointing. theres nothing very interesting there. all the stalls seem to sell the same stuff. BUT, shopper-savvies like me still can get good stuff! =) we ventured into the shop allies, away from the pasar malam stalls and found these really cool bags which originate from paris! hee hee.. they are made from consumed packet drinks! heehee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3543741_570af8da11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D its orange juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3543747_98da0d0693.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the many packets used to make this bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3543753_aa20d601ff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete with nutrition facts!!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.flickr.com/3543728_c1d04a8c5b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy got one too! soursop juice! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3543732_c90b62c7dd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bag enriched with vitamin c!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3543739_ed83d7fde0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8% carbohydrates!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heh heh.. mommy got a good bargain and we got a mini one free. lazy to take a photo of that. but its the size of those you'll use to put oranges during chinese new year. =) yeah! got new bag for my mandarin oranges when i go ang-bao collecting!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end on an even happier note, i start lessons at 2pm tomorrow. that means i can sleep in late! =D good nite! zzz...&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/6724074-110615474311029880?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110615474311029880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110615474311029880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110615474311029880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110615474311029880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-happy-day.html' title='another happy day!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110572035078860125</id><published>2005-01-15T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T00:32:30.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first weekend for the semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;one week of school's passed and glad that i'm almost done with getting all my notes! count myself lucky that most of my notes are either available on e-reserves or in the course-pack this semester and this means that i do not have to stand in front of the photocopying machine in the central library for hours after my lessons every day. thanks to the lecturers and library aunties who have kindly scanned the notes and uploaded them online! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sem is not gonna be an easy one. but i'm just glad all my modules are settled. am doing three history modules, namely asia's port cities, colonial indochina and malay world; two electives - anthropology and horror of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i got my anthropology module, and at a very high price too - 1003 points. and i'll be doing it alone. =( but i think its okie, cos there's no group project! haha. i shall be dao and NOT befriend anyone. haha. afterall, its my last sem and majority of the people are year twos. no point having anymore acquaintances. and this lesson is at 8am in the morning. everyone of us there will be grumpy and having morning moodswings and just wanna be left alone. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh yes, i love horror of  the other! =) sighs. i think i've really made a wrong choice in choosing history as my major. i chose history over lit because i was just lazy to have to read so many books each sem - one lit module will have a minimum of about 5-6 books. just taking this general elective module really rekindled my love for lit. we were watching the very original version of the king and i. the show's great! i want the vcd/dvd..whatever! anyone who has lobang please tell me! or maybe i can buy it online.. hmm. anyway, through this module, we'll learn about the process of othering in novels/films, how the more powerful group displaces/group the less powerful as the OTHER and imposing their opinions on them and thus in the process not allowing any space for differences, e.g., we often hear about The Whites and the other, about how we always judge the world according to the white man's standard of whats civilised and whats not. its all really about dichotomies in identities, like the coloniser and the colonised, etc, etc. its gonna be so fun! and i have yiqing, a lit major taking this module with me too! my leeching off her, plus the enormous number of non-fass people in the class, i hope i can score well! wahaha. yeah right, being a non-arts student does NOT mean he/she is not good in lit. oh well. but i think this is gonna be my fave module! =) more interesting films and novels to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my most dreaded module has gotta be asia's port cities. the lecturer talks so.. s-l-o-w-l-y. and i mean it. she takes 15 minutes to finish talking about one bloody slide. she'll click on one point, pause for a minute, talk for 10 seconds, pause for another minute, say one sentence, pause another 30 seconds... yes, i believe you got my point. argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all about school this week. and guess what? i'll be taking part in the fencing novices championship tomorrow! or rather, later today. yeah! its my last chance! okie lah, not that i'll actually win anything, though i do feel slightly more confident than the previous times, i bet the things will more or less be the same  - round robins, direct eliminations and be eliminated. haha. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;right, gotta go finish up my reading for next week and start mapling! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. its not kiasuism, just that i gotta start early cos.. okie lah, maybe abit kiasu.. but its my last sem! i must savour every single second of going through the piles of boring notes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;see ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110572035078860125?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110572035078860125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110572035078860125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110572035078860125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110572035078860125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-weekend-for-semester.html' title='first weekend for the semester'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110525244393160091</id><published>2005-01-09T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T14:37:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Happy Day! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday was one of those well-spent, fun-filled happy day! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with the matrockers. its so sweet of them to celebrate my belated birthday with me despite their busy schedules. we had lunch at marche and they got me this really cute handphone pouch and a cool, brown top! *thanksssssssssss guys =)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was a bit of catching up with the girls since the guys had to leave for alumni practices and what nots. coffee at spinelli was good. we reminisced about college days, what we got for each other since our 18th birthdays etc etc. it was then we came to the shocking conclusion that kim's bag from G2000 is 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats so shocking about that, you may ask. well, we thought we got it for her last year, then we realised that we got her levis for her 21st birthday! that bag was her 19th birthday pressie. geez. how time flies.. age is catching up on us! only rao is the youngest amongst us, who's just turned 21 on 1st jan. but haha, he missed his ers by one day. hahaha. no $400 for him. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had dinner with my parents. =) daddy and mommy were in a mood yesterday. =) we went johor for the usual seafood dinner, really cheap hair-cut and grocery shopping at giant! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i got myself a pair of dumb bells from giant too. haha. time to rid myself of jiggly wiggly disgusting arms. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad it was a weekend well-spent, and the last weekend before the new term too! hope good luck comes with this good mood and that i will get my anthropology module tomorrow. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go, wanna thank shin for that lovely top and klutzz for that oh-so-pretty-and-cute slipper pendant! =) and also to john for that exclusive coke bottle and dear scat for my darling SL65 and the pretty-pink nalgene! *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110525244393160091?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110525244393160091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110525244393160091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110525244393160091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110525244393160091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh, Happy Day! =)'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110512081315426531</id><published>2005-01-08T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T11:52:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its freaking irritating!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if theres anything for me to be happy about getting outta nus, it has gotta be saying goodbye to the bloody cors system. nope, i'm &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; saying goodbye - i'm stomping off!i can't believe my 1215 points couldn't get me my abnormal psychology module and i HAD TO take this stupid gem in place of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't believe i just spent 800 points on this bloody gem entitled 'changing landscape of singapore'. ARGHHH =( i got outbidded for 'horror of the other', this lit module too. &lt;strong&gt;PIECE OF SHIT!!&lt;/strong&gt; fine!! i shall settle for anthropology then. ARGHHHHhhh =( they'd better gimme that module for 1215 points..... ARGHhHhhhhhh =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just so freaking irritating when you can't get your modules. it isn't fair! arts students should have more points in their program account! the cohort is so bloody big and not to mention that the rest of the world wanna take arts modules for their cross faculty requirements. and if they know that a particular module is popular, why can't they just increase the quota? and why can't we take the pass/fail option for arts unrestricted electives? being in the arts faculty does not mean that we have the basic knowledge in all the arts modules! why do they only allow non-arts people to take pass/fail for languages? being an arts student does &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mean you have an inherent advantage at languages!! why can't they, for goodness sake &lt;strong&gt;GIVE US WHAT WE WANT?! WE PAY TO STUDY THERE! WE PAY THOUSANDS!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHhhhHHHhh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. nus system &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;met up with the history gang of dins, shu, val and sherwin, plus grace from my og for lunch at crystal jade today. OoOoh, that souffle, the fried red bean thing and the xiaolongbao is sooooo goood! =D we've been wanting to eat these since after the exams, but have never gotten to do it cos many of us were away for the hols. and for once, this lunch has finally materialised.. after 3 years!! we've been wanting to meet up so that we could all keep in contact during the hols, but its funny we're only having it when we'll be seeing one another on monday, when the term starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my final semester in my entire life is here. i don't feel ready for it. i always don't feel ready for the 2nd semester cos the break before it is just too short. it feels as if i've just completed my never-ending essays and readings not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps i should try to enjoy writing assignments, projects and all, for the very last few months of my studying career...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we also met up with paul, who's back for vacation from uk. got to know him and ek when he crashed nus orientation. its after knowing these 2 guys that made me realise how rich some singaporeans can get. we went to one of their friends' parties and omg, the no. of cars he has... like 3 jaguars and god knows what. (i can NEVER identify the brand/breed/whatever kinda cars anyway.. cars are cars - merely a means of transportation!!) it looked as if he owned an entire carpark. and his house, or rather, villa (lol) is just.. too big to be described. anyway, glad to know that these two crashers (haha.. they are really nice people lahs, friends of dins' too! =) )are doing really well in uk. one's an aspiring businessman/investor/or some big shot and the other is a doctor-to-be. it's stressful to know about the lives they lead in uk - the never-ending interviews, career talks, about what they're gonna do upon graduation. it makes me feel so.. aimless. i mean, i have NO idea about what i wanna do. &lt;em&gt;no idea at all&lt;/em&gt;. it makes me wonder why i'm so directionless whereas these people are so &lt;em&gt;ABSOLUTELY SURE&lt;/em&gt; about what they wanna do. sometimes, i feel kinda inferior going out with them. my cap is like the absolute lowest amongst everyone. everyone else there probably, okay, correction, DEFINITELY qualifies for a second upper honours. as for paul and ek studying overseas, its needless to say how well they are doing judging from the fact that they from world renowned universities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with dins and company was an eye-opener too. am amazed at how much dins is willing to spend on clothes. i love shopping, but all i've bought so far does not amount to what he pays for a shirt/a pair of shoes. i mean, doesnt he have a budget? oh okay, maybe $500+ on a pair of gucci shoes &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; his budget. for the first time in my life today, i stepped into the gucci boutique at takashimaya. and i never knew there's a palais renaissance in orchard, where they carry all that branded stuff. now, i truly understand what 'being in a different league' means. i think these guys know more about where to buy what than i do. haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and poor sherwin's so moody about his computer.. that he doesn't have the mood to buy his stuff! &lt;em&gt;hey, you know you should shop to destress and make yourself happier?? =P hope your comp is working well now, and please don't itchy-backside again and keep reformatting. hahaha. =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day ended with meeting dear scat! =) and i got a pair of pants at the mango sale! HALF PRICE!! =) and it didn't cost as much as dins shirt from dkny, which is also having a sale, but i'm happy!! hahaha. =) oh yes, i'm done with my new clothes for the gong xi fa cai season too! =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110512081315426531?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110512081315426531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110512081315426531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110512081315426531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110512081315426531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-freaking-irritating.html' title='its freaking irritating!!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110493659377789505</id><published>2005-01-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:58:54.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>to me..&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me..&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to qianlong and myself..&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOoOoo Me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh my god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i can't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bunch of og mates from my jjc during my first 3 months will all turn 22 within this month (they happen to group us according to our birthdays.) are we old, or we &lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt;?? it felt as if i've only just blown the candles on my very beautiful bikini birthday cake for my turning 21. now i've gotta add another candle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, 22 is a nice number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta catch some beauty sleep. love ya all. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. qianlong is my jjc og mate, not that chinese emperor, if you guys are wondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110493659377789505?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110493659377789505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110493659377789505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110493659377789505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110493659377789505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110481259909061209</id><published>2005-01-04T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:23:19.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;was on my way to meet xiu yesterday when i saw many secondary school students clad in their uniform, walking around the bus interchange after their first day of the new school year and damn, i felt old. as the bus passed by my alma mater, i saw many little girls clad in that familiar suit of yellow and peacock blue, and sighs.. i felt even older. it was like a journey back to the past. the frequent trips to orchard road (which was just a few stops away) after school, talking loudly on the bus, sitting in the most unladylike manner, the untucked blouses and the short skirts.. haha.. those were the days. i suddenly find it all very amusing that one can actually identify who's in the lower/upper secondary as these girls board the bus - the younger ones always look prim and proper in their new, BRIGHT yellow tops neatly tucked into their extremely long, ah-ma styled skirts; and the seniors will in their ' stylish' worn-out-near-transparent blouses hung loosely over their short skirts, all these complete with folded sleeves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it seemed like yesterday when anna and i would walk down the rotunda every morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it seemed like yesterday when i would copy weiwei's a-maths and e-maths homework religiously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it seemed like yesterday when i'd look at my own row of people (junzheng, noorus, xiangying), as well as the entire row in front of me (tingting, jun lynn, liping, weiwei and huilin) in bewilderment as they try to explain the methods and peculiarities of calculating molarity, newton's law of whatever, etc, etc. (and i think i've never gotten the gist of them. oops.)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it seemed like yesterday when we have our twice weekly mass run sessions around the road behind the schools back-gate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it seemed like yesterday when i was still walking outta that familiar school gate, and down that pathway, all ready to 'cheong' orchard as the alarm-clock style bell signalled for the end of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it seemed like yesterday when i had band practices everyday during the SYF period, the pleating of  our hair for concerts and competition, the menial tasks needed to be done as a committee member...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nope, all these happened 5 years ago. and in 3 days' time, it will be 6. yes, i'm turning a year older again. but it kinda felt as if i've just celebrated my 21st birthday.  they say things will start to go downhill after a woman hits 20. now that i'm almost 2 years past the big 2, i'm beginning to feel and see the disastrous impacts of aging. i see some lines around my eye area. YIKES! *scrambles for some cream* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its amazing how time flies. it suddenly dawned on both xiu and i that we'll be entering the work force very soon. we met up with kianhang, our classmate from sajc  for dinner after our shopping and how we envy him! he seems to be having the time of his life in brisbane, going on road trips every now and then during his school vacation. this is how life should be! but of course, not everyone's as rich or lucky as our dear kianhang. it has been 2 years since i last met him and i think he's become a more outgoing person and his favourite phrase is &lt;em&gt;'don't think so much lah'&lt;/em&gt;. :) &lt;em&gt;(and yes, piggy, he says he knows who you are and is very amused by the fact that we're cousins. haha. he's your fellow tanglin-ian.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i wonder if this blog will still be around in 10 years' time? i wonder where i will be in 10 years' time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in 10 years' time, i'll be 31. no?! 32?!?! shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110481259909061209?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110481259909061209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110481259909061209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110481259909061209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110481259909061209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-of-nostalgia.html' title='a day of nostalgia'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110466663907500153</id><published>2005-01-02T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T19:55:22.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace for the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my last day of 2004 was as usual, spent with the matrockers. heres a big thank you to vik's mom for preparing such a sumptious dinner for all of us. :) countdown was at the esplanade and this year was different from the previous ones of course. we didn't even know when the clock actually struck twelve since there were no fireworks and all of our watches have differences of about 5-10 minutes. it was frankly a wrong move to go to the esplanade because all we saw was just an endless sea of heads, and not to mention the torture of having to endure body odours. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night ended with some supper and ah-gua watching at changi village. :) thanks to andre who kindly drove all of us home! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2005 didn't start off with a bang; instead, it started on a sombre note, with millions mourning for the lost of their loved ones in the tsunami disaster. the days just seem to get gloomier as the death toll rises to unprecedented levels. whats worse - even volunteers lending a helping hand at affected areas get into fatal accidents. maybe what they are saying is true : the time has come where nature has taken things in Her own hands at controlling the Earths population. afterall, we humans deserved to be punished by Mother nature. She has gracefully let us live on her beautiful land for centuries and yet we repay her kindess by endless pollution in order to pursue our own comforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;they say the new year brings new hope, but recent events may cause us to think otherwise especially with the many happenings around the world - earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, droughts, new viruses and deadly birdflus etc. no longer are there big celebrations and brilliant fireworks to welcome the new year, for these are replaced by prayer after prayer, as people grapple with the lost of friends and families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;discouraging as things around the world might be, i still believe that every cloud has got a silver lining. it is indeed true that one will see people unite in times of disasters - it is always heart warming to read about unreserved sympathies and help rendered both in money and in kind to the disaster victims. &lt;em&gt;'the world has shown unprecedented compassion and raised nearly US$2 billion for the countries hit by Sunday's tsunamis' - the sunday times, 2nd Jan 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as for myself, my 1st january wasn't exactly the best either. many many things, small as they are, but still sad, had happened. sighs. shan't talk about my problems at home anymore. it has come to a point where i've accepted the reality and that nothing, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will ever change the situation in anyway. every little laughter heard in my home will be a bonus and shall be treasured dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;every little thing and every single cent donated in aid of the tsunami victims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;every little smile from my loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;every little hug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;every little friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;these are the little gestures that allow us to find solace in times like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;happy new year, everyone. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110466663907500153?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110466663907500153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110466663907500153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110466663907500153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110466663907500153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2005/01/peace-for-world.html' title='peace for the world'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110442345059714566</id><published>2004-12-31T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:18:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a new map... and learn how to use it!</title><content type='html'>drove mommy to tampines mall today to get her little cupboard for her shop! ;) okay, thats a nice way of putting it. i asked mommy to go shopping with me and she happened to see her cupboard there. haha. i was there with scat and company the other day and thought i saw many nice stuff but we were in a hurry, so there wasn't any time for shopping. i was determined to get back there again and it was abit of a disappointment today. but well, at least i got a new top! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the shopping, we decided to head back to town so that we could assemble her little cupboard. i tried the pie route for the first time because the ecp takes forever.. and i missed exit!! &lt;em&gt;dangit&lt;/em&gt;. once again. i &lt;em&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/em&gt;miss exits. finally, i exited at stevens road and i &lt;em&gt;MISSED &lt;/em&gt;a turn to newton area and ended up somewhere at novena, somewhere at upper thomson....and many where else. I also missed a U-Turn back to newton and had to make another round. wow. imagine the amount of petrol i've just wasted. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank god, we finally made it to the shop and assembled the little cupboard successfully too! ;) while assembling, i realised that i'm not very apt at using the damn screw-driver. but i assembled all three doors of the cupboard!! *beams* hoho, but thats probably the easiest part of the assembly. haha. i need practice... i need practice... who knows? if i can't find a job upon graduation, i might need to be some odd-job labourer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone needs a driver? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110442345059714566?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110442345059714566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110442345059714566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110442345059714566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110442345059714566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-need-new-map-and-learn-how-to-use-it.html' title='i need a new map... and learn how to use it!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110424680869178528</id><published>2004-12-28T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:18:13.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please grant me some sleep</title><content type='html'>before i dwell into the contents that pertain to the title of this post, let me digress for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/103-0335_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/103-0337_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i've got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/103-0341_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/103-0344_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new siemens' SL65!!=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksss to my lovely one. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;now, back to the topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia strikes again as i barely slept more than 15 hours for the past one week. i go to bed tired, only to wake up even more tired than before. i just &lt;strong&gt;CAN'T&lt;/strong&gt; get to sleep. there are many nights where i'm so exhausted that i thought i could go straight to dreamland the minute my head touches the pillow. but, no, i could only toss and turn for the next few hours before i finally get a light snooze near the break of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe there are just too many stuff running in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i worry about the future. perhaps, i'm just so protected in my little enclave that i fear the outside world. i live in the shadow of my providers; i'm too afraid of stepping outta my little comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it suddenly dawned upon me that my parents are getting old, that i'll soon be entering the next phase of my life. i fear facing the unknown challenges in the working society. i fear the time when my parents will one day leave me because of old age. i fear the day when i have to start my own family because i fear history will repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think about what i should have done three years ago. i think about whether i've made the wrong choice. i think about what would have happened if i had put in more effort in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think about many, many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why i couldn't get to sleep. but its because i couldn't get to sleep, thats why i had the time to think about all these things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there's no point thinking so much because one should live life as it is, for what will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 will be here very soon. lets make 'not think so much' as one of my resolutions. lets make the new year a more eventful and happier one. lets hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new year is always full of new hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110424680869178528?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110424680869178528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110424680869178528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110424680869178528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110424680869178528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/12/please-grant-me-some-sleep.html' title='please grant me some sleep'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110394019689986979</id><published>2004-12-25T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T10:06:10.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er.. merry christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday's little celebration started in the noon with some shopping at the addidas factory outlet at novena. finally got scat his shoes! :) i think they are really cool and its a great bargain too - 50% off! *&lt;em&gt;people, hurry down to the addidas factory outlet for some good offers!! :D&lt;/em&gt;* then we went to orchard to meet his sister for some last minute shopping. speaking of which, yesterday was the first time scat and i shopped together since the hols started!! isn't that amazing? haha. they got scat's daddy a book and the mommy a shawl from madame butterfly. i think the shawl's beautiful. courtesy of my great taste and sharp eyes - &lt;strong&gt;I CHOSE IT!&lt;/strong&gt; wahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the dinner at fosters' was quite good, although scat's daddy took my steak for his by mistake. haha. :p we had red wine and dessert wine and i think i preferred the dessert wine to the red wine. the latter is just too.. sour? and i love the dessert wine bottle too - and yes, i've brought the bottle home. :) the dessert wine tasted soo much better than the red wine! but think scat and i both had a drop too much. after walking around esplanade after dinner, we decided to head for home. haha. zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh yes, scat's mommy got me a very nice set of jewellery! :) &lt;em&gt;*thanksSSssSSSss auntie, again!*&lt;/em&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/sabsxmas2004/103-0332_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the dessert wine bottle - saunteres 1998!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/sabsxmas2004/103-0330_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it shall now be part of my collection!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/sabsxmas2004/103-0331_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are some of my lovely bottles! these three shelves contain my most fave ones. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after the fun part about my x'mas eve, here comes the sad reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yuppers, people. i've received my results. and i've come to the conclusion that i'm just NOT academically-inclined. and i mean it. after all the hardwork i've put in this semester. my results ain't no different. my poor thailand - not that i expected an A, but after all the frenzy, the worry, the muggin' i'd have thought peleggi would give me a B+. but nope, i got a B-. and i've got my first A in my years in nus. the funny thing is, its a science module. not that i deserved it, of cos, the bout of the credit goes to scat. :) this time round, much as i'm glad my cap is still above 3, i'm worried about maintaining it through next semester. if it drops, i can't graduate with a merit! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sometimes, i wonder if i've chosen the wrong major. i wonder if i was given a chance at psychology in year one, would things have turned out like that? or worse? i don't hate history, i just don't have a passion for it. i'm doing it because i've got no choice. maybe scat's right, i'm not an academic material. i'm better off doing designs and stuff, since i love making/designing stuff. BUT. its now a bit too late to think about that. now, i have a yearning to study IT and web designs after i grad next year. but then again, these don't need a degree rite? you just get on of thse 'html skills for dummies' and start trial-and-erroring on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe i should go help my mom and design cheongsams? maybe i should fulfil my little dream of opening a nice little cafe? maybe i should go full time with music? maybe, just maybe. the future's bleak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110394019689986979?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110394019689986979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110394019689986979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110394019689986979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110394019689986979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/12/er-merry-christmas.html' title='er.. merry christmas?'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110373191337581498</id><published>2004-12-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:21:32.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmasy mood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;scat's birthday, that is, christmas eve is coming! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;strangely, there isn't seem to be any mood this year. or if there is, i just don't feel it. the decorations at orchard this year aren't very nice too. nevertheless, still looking forward to the christmas cum scat's birthday dinner! :D scat's mom just got my family a HUGE chunk of annual x'mas ham! *thankkkksssssssssss auntie! :) *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;had a little accident while blading this morning. fell REALLY hard on my poor butt. it was so painful.. i wanna cry!! but controlled my tears anyway. i thought the pain would subside soon as i rested on the ground, but it just got more painful by the minute. finally, i was able to get up really slowly and guess what? i blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wow, it was strange, exciting, scary experience all at the same time. i saw lotsa white spots first. i thought it was the usual anaemic symptom (you know, the kind you get when you get up suddenly). but nope, the white spots didn't go away. and then everything went black. that black curtain think lasted for a minute? not too sure. but i woke up rather soon. thank god! or i think scat's arms would break if i had blacked out for any longer . :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when i woke up, scat helped me to a nearby bench. then on the way to bench, white spots appeared again. i could see bits through the white patches and forced myself to make it to the bench. and i did! :) haha. so proud of myself. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i felt alot better after the rest and was soon able to progress my way to the hawker centre with the rest to have my pig's trotters! :D and yup, they were yummy, and worth the fall too! hahaha. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;actually, i kinda deserved it lah. was there 'geh kiang', playing around then i lost balance and fell really hard on my left butt cheek. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my por por ass!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;there's a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; blue-black now. and i mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. it must have been a God-sent christmas prezzie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sighs. now i must sit on one side of my butt first. and must sleep on one side too. still wondering why i'd blacked out. too painful? the sun's too scorchy? but.. whatever! i got my pig's trotters and we trooped down to suntec after that to get ROYCE' chocs, again! this time round, they are FOR ME ONLY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and yes, results will be out on friday. whether my christmas will be merry will depend solely on it. and before i go, i shall end with the lyrics of &lt;em&gt;i saw mommy kissing santa claus&lt;/em&gt; (one of my fave x'mas songs!!) with you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i saw mommy kissing santa claus&lt;br /&gt;underneath the mistletoe last night&lt;br /&gt;she didn't see me creep&lt;br /&gt;down the stairs to have a peep&lt;br /&gt;she thought that i was tucked up&lt;br /&gt;in my bedroom fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;then, i saw mommy tickle santa claus&lt;br /&gt;underneath his beard so snowy white&lt;br /&gt;oh, what a laugh it would have been&lt;br /&gt;if daddy had only seen&lt;br /&gt;mommy kissing santa claus last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;good luck to all getting their results this christmas! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110373191337581498?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110373191337581498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110373191337581498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110373191337581498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110373191337581498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmasy-mood.html' title='christmasy mood?'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110364574233905791</id><published>2004-12-21T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:37:09.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates updates updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think i actually do feel more tired during the hols. almost every single day is filled with activity since i came back from beijing. lemme fill in the details bit by bit... carry on reading only if you're too free / too bored. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th dec, thur&lt;br /&gt;a day after i was back, i went back to my first fencing training since the break for exams. oh man, it felt good to free fence again!! :) but i think the drive ain't there anymore. maybe its because our coach's not around to push us; maybe because it's our last few months in fencing, and now that we've retired from the committee, we feel that its time we take a rest and let the next generation do the stuff. anyway, its a little sad that things ain't what it used to be at training. but on the other hand, i feel really lazy to train too! the reason i even bother to go down is because of the company and i wanna have some exercise. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was eons since i last exercised and the 2 bouts with klutzz and the little footwork before that proved a little too much for my poor body. i had muscle aches for the next three days. it was horrible. i couldn't climb the stairs properly... just felt that i need.. a wheelchair to get around. age is catching up on me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th dec, fri&lt;br /&gt;crescentians' get-together bbq organised by peishi! :) turned out that i was the only one from 4/2. the rest were from 4/3 to 4/6. haha. it felt good to see these old friends again, especially the 1/8'96 gang : zann, peishi, huimin, sharon and anna. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a little bit of cock-up on my way to boonlay interchange to pick anna up. i got lost, &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. sighs. i ended up near jurong island, made several turns around the roundabout area cos i don't understand the roundabout sign. *blushes* lol. in the end, while waiting for the light to turn green at a junction, i beckoned to a motorist to move back so that i could ask him for directions. hahaha. *thanks, uncle, whoever you are!! :)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things immediately got better when the bbq started. peishi makes (or rather, marinates) the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; chicken wings. i swear by it! these are the BEST bbq chicken wings i've ever had in the 21 years i've lived. the previous are either tasteless / burnt / not cooked. i think i ate a lot that night. i missed singapore food too much. hahaha. i was very full, but my mouth just couldn't stop moving!!! had a little diet the next day to make up for it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th dec, sunday&lt;br /&gt;it's a day of exercise! :) went bladding at ecp with klutz, sushi and friend and dear scat. :) haha, just as my muscle aches had recovered from the training on thurs, i went back home that night feeling achy all over again. but it felt good to be on those wheels!! :) i think i can skate a little better now, but i still can't turn. :p and klutzz and sushi both got new skates!! :) haha. i suppose we'll be skating more often now that they each own their own skates! :) exercise, exercise!!! :D the day ended for scat and i with a bit of pool at seleggi with them, before i had to rush home and practise my electone. sighs. i can never break this last-minute habit. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th dec, monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*happy 34th monthsary to scat!!* :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after music lesson was shopping with klutzz! :) had to get scat's birthday pressie. hee hee hee.:) &lt;em&gt;*thanks babe for the company!*&lt;/em&gt; and i got introduced to this fantastic chocs shop - ROYCE' at suntec by klutzz! :) to think i, a chocoholic &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; know about its existence, i ought to be ashamed! got a box that contained liquor for scat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we had a little dessert at gelare's - FREE!! (well, at least for me, anyway) haha. klutzz's got vouchers and she &lt;i&gt;insisted&lt;/i&gt; on paying the balance. :D its my first time and i think the waffles with ice-cream were pretty good! which leads me to wonder if chinese nationals know how to enjoy life? i mean, just look at the food they eat! they use the same seasoning/sauce for EVERY SINGLE DISH. so the meat and the veg taste exactly the same, and of course, they suck most of the time. and they do not have desserts! *gasps in horror!* omg, just imagine life without ice-kachang, waffles / brownies with ice-cream / cheesecakes... I'D DIE!! hmm, maybe thats why they are so slim - they exercise all the time, either on bikes / extremely long walks and live on  such bad food that probably leads them to eat less. seriously, the only food there that is nice is the white rice. haha. i see i've babbled about FOOD for quite some time.. i shall move on. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st dec, today&lt;br /&gt;its training again! we're super slack today - i only fenced one bout! the rest of the time was spent talking and playing with that feathered thingie (the one which you kick.. i don't know what it's called). its the last training before christmas! :) and tomorrow's another day, filled with activities! we're gonna skate again at ecp! this time round, we'll skate our way to the hawker centre and get our yummilicious pig's trotters! wahahaha! i know it sounds disgusting, but it tastes surprisingly good! :P ahhh.. shall sleep early so that i can eat it soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the pig's trotters, its all back to square again. food - my number one weakness. haha. :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110364574233905791?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110364574233905791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110364574233905791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110364574233905791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110364574233905791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/12/updates-updates-updates.html' title='updates updates updates'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110310920663896286</id><published>2004-12-15T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T19:17:45.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>yessssss.. after a long, tiring week in chilly beijing, with lousy hotel beds and bathing facilities and disgusting public toilets, it felt &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good to be home. you guys can read more about my trip &lt;a href=http://wonderfulmemorieselsewhere.blogspot.com/&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. the 2 flights were horrible as expected. i couldn't sleep at all!! was counting down to the time we'll touch down after about an hour the plane takes off. my nose was stuck the minute the plane left the ground and got worse when i arrived in beijing. its a tiring trip alright, but there were fun times too. mom's beijing friends are quite happening. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad to home. missed my bed, missed everything on my bed, missed my computer and of cos, daddy and scat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely daddy and scat came to pick us this morning at 6am, then we went for breakfast at redhill market. wah. i missed our food! beijing food sucked most of the time. had chwee kuay this morning. i want char kway teow next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall be back with more updates! meanwhile, i shall sit back with my instant laksa and read the entries by my fellow bloggers which i missed during the week i was away. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110310920663896286?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110310920663896286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110310920663896286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110310920663896286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110310920663896286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110231733033627537</id><published>2004-12-06T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T15:16:31.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long, farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm flying off tonight, or rather, tomorrow morning, at 1215 am. i didn't realise that i'm leaving so soon, until last night, when i was still out with the fencing peeps that i suddenly remembered i haven't packed my luggage yet. oops. the outing was quite okie. i enjoy the football thingie with klutzz and sushi!! :) dinner at marina bay, the steam-boat/bbq place. er, don't really like the food. but it was a nice gathering with the people anyway.. looking at the year ones taking all those dumb pics, i missed those days when my batch was in year one and two. those were the days.. close-knitted and always having fun. we're still close, i guess, just that everyone's busy with studies and all. must make sure we ALL meet during this hols, before the terror of the new semester begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeps. not really looking forward to the flight, neither the weather. it's minus 2 degrees today!!! nooo!! i hate taking planes, hate the turbulences, hate the cramped space. not that i'm claustrophobic, but being all belted up in that little seat, combined with the turbulences just gives me a sense of foreboding. oh well, i still had to accompany mom there. and cousins, if you're reading this, pay my dad a visit when you're free! haha. hope all will be well and take care folks! see ya when i return! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110231733033627537?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110231733033627537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110231733033627537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110231733033627537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110231733033627537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-long-farewell.html' title='so long, farewell'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110215358286725421</id><published>2004-12-04T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T18:57:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dish is out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a month of early mornings and after-school library visits&lt;br /&gt;a month of late nights, typing term papers&lt;br /&gt;1/4 packet of A4 blank paper&lt;br /&gt;a cartridge of canon i865 3e black ink&lt;br /&gt;5 1-litre bowls of panicking after collecting marked term papers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;method of preparation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.boil determination with the bowls of panics and cups of coffee for about 10 hours everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.for the first week, steam thailand with cartons of notes and readings in a seat by the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3.for the 2nd week, stir fry gem1507 with minorities in southeast asia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4.add exhaustion, encouragement from friends and loved ones to japan's samurai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5.add another bowl of panic with a spoonful of past year papers, simmer for 1 day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6.another bowl of determination, a dash of brain-cum-energy boost for 2 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;all these, except step 6, to be done in the singapore-malaysia section, central library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;can you smell it already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes, the dish is finally out - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;a plate of liberation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; topped with lotsa jubilation and smiles of relief. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sweet scat was nice to wait for mom and i after my paper, as both of us went for our flu vaccines at the polyclinic. and then, it was fun time!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;finally stepped into town after months. it felt good, really good. there was abit of cock-up at first, for when we arrived at PS, the tickets were already sold out. so we went to marina square for our two movies - the incredibles and shutter. :) aye, too bad we didn't know the dire state marina's in, or rather, we didn't think the renovations could affect the whole place so drastically - the whole place is a ghost town!! but anyway, the movies are good!! :) shutter's sound effects are quite good, and i thought the plot is pretty okay too. the director builds up the suspense really well. but i didn't think scat enjoyed it. oops. cos there were too many girls screaming away, to which i have to agree that its pretty irritating. our poor ears!! and i'm unfortunate enough to sit beside this girl who's whiny, squimish and talkative all at the same time. not to mention that she jerks the seat alot too. had this urge to ask her to shut up, but decided, nah, it's the first day of my hols! i shall be nice. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the incredibles was really funny and entertaining!! i like dash. :) but on the whole, i thought its pretty much like a family version of the powerpuff girls. and the short pixar clip was the movie was great! the one with the meh meh sheep, who was initially very sad over the lost of his wool. haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/1905686_347fbb2945.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was taken before the movie, at marina! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the next day was spent at scat's place with scat, klutzz and sushi playing x-box! though i'm not a fan, i kinda liked the x-men game. the best part is that all four of us can play at the same time! hee. but as usual, i'm always the first one to die or get lost. :p after dinner was pool! heh. its been a long, long time since we played pool. scat's great, as usual. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the day was then concluded with soaking my feet in this therapeutic footbath i got from guardian pharmacy. wow. just imagine, hot water, cooling peppermint therupeutic solution, all for your worn-out feet. &lt;em&gt;heavenly&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and guess what? it felt so super good to wake up at 12nn today! haha. wanted to go jogging initially, but i thought i should have a really good snooze, to make up for those sleepless nights the past week. :) and yes, i feel fresh and rejuvenated! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/1905675_28d96b05f0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its future seems bleak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/1905678_abd90f26f9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/1905679_a779f8e0be.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to hell with exams!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/1905723_fc860a2e6a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy holidays, everyone! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110215358286725421?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110215358286725421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110215358286725421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110215358286725421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110215358286725421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/12/dish-is-out.html' title='the dish is out'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110182318214637207</id><published>2004-11-30T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T22:02:31.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another 37 hours</title><content type='html'>before L I B E R A T I O N comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's paper is another goner. its not difficult, actually. sighs. don't feel like talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just received email from lile, saying theres physical training next monday, on top of normal trainings on tuesdays and thursdays.. and i wanna go!!! need to exercise!! but i've got electone lessons from 10 - 11 am and PT starts at 10am. sighs. hmm, maybe drag scat, klutzz and sushi to do PT slightly later... WITH ME!! haha! &lt;em&gt;klutzz, do you hear me??&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. think sounds like a perfect plan. will do PT from 1130 to about 1, have a hearty lunch. (lol. back to square one.) then i'll go home and pack my luggage for the night's flight to beijing. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part will be this coming thursday, 11am! scat will be meeting me in school, and from there, we'll start our movie marathon! wee! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm getting dreamy. still got about 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck lah. shall go and sleep first before studying for quek's module. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110182318214637207?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110182318214637207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110182318214637207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110182318214637207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110182318214637207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/11/another-37-hours.html' title='another 37 hours'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110170619055354128</id><published>2004-11-29T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T13:29:50.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna</title><content type='html'>1. pool, arcade, movie marathon with scat - incredibles, shutter, shark tale, basically &lt;i&gt;anything!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. xiao long bao with dins and company at crystal jade&lt;br /&gt;3. create new blogs, change blog background&lt;br /&gt;4. super mario, gameboy and other dumb brainless games e.g. neopets all night&lt;br /&gt;5. self-mani/pedi-cures&lt;br /&gt;6. meet up with long time and 'long lost' friends like anna, kimmy, chermin and maybe cyj and doe&lt;br /&gt;7. practise my electone properly so that i dont get screwed every week&lt;br /&gt;8. christmas shopping with fencing babes and matrock babes&lt;br /&gt;9. bake!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. dieting and intense exercise (most of which should be training in school) regimes. haha. FAT FAT FAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. dan brown - da vinci code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, all these gotta wait.. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 and 1/2 more days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110170619055354128?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110170619055354128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110170619055354128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110170619055354128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110170619055354128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-wanna.html' title='i wanna'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110165382145541691</id><published>2004-11-28T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T22:57:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jaded</title><content type='html'>i swear i not gonna arrange my exam timetable in this manner anymore. i start on the 2nd day of exams and end on the last day!!! thats 12 days, *rushes to take out calculator* 288 hours,  17280 minutes and 1036800 seconds!! plus the one week of studying before that, thats close to three freaking weeks. good lord, i swear i not gonna arrange something similar next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my patience is wearing, so is my memory, my energy, my everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to freedom. it's the longest 5 days in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110165382145541691?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110165382145541691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110165382145541691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110165382145541691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110165382145541691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/11/jaded.html' title='jaded'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110148311487002013</id><published>2004-11-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:53:24.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 down, 2 more to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think i've never been so hardworking before. this is the only semester that i've done consistent studying (though my term paper results are not showing. anyway, term papers don't need studying. haha). and so far, i'm not really confident for the three papers that i've sat for. but, they are over. its time to concentrate on the next two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;came back and slept for about 5 hours after my papers today. dead tired. i had a paper from 5pm to 7pm yesterday, and another one at 9am this morning. totally shagged man. the science gem paper yesterday was pretty do-able, which is bad, because the entire world will be answering well. can't say much about today's minorities. its not as difficult as i'd imagine (afterall, having experienced the thai paper, every other paper can be considered a breeze). however, i've got this very bad feeling that i've misread the questions. but i have not looked at the questions again since the exam ended. don't feel like scaring myself. i've been suffering bouts of chestpains today during the paper and during dinner. maybe i'm gonna suffer a heart attack soon. haha. nah, its probably &lt;i&gt;STRESS&lt;/i&gt;. everyone is. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it is during this whole study period in the library which led to realise how important study mates are. study mates include friends and loved one:) who are always there to meet you in the early mornings for a hearty breakfast, to reserve the best window seats (haha), to encourage you when you feel absolutely drained and saturated with facts, to sympathise with you when you moan and complain about how hard/boring/lengthy the readings are, to have the much-awaited lunch/tea breaks in the crowded canteen, to talk cock with, to stone with you halfway through studying etc etc etc. thereby, i'd like to thank scat baby:) (*hugs*), sherwin, ottilia, dinesh, klutzz, sushi, and evelyn and friends. i wouldn't have survived to this day without you people! :) *thanksssss!!! let's all party after the exams! Hee! :)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;of course, besides the human factor, study mates includes the following as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/1714720/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="102_0218" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1714720_684cd7c0f2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiration from sherwin, this thermal waterbottle has gotta be the best thing to have when mugging at the library - just imagine the aroma of steaming hot coffee in the freezing cold library. it never fails to give you an energy boost! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;speaking of which, its a pity the 'perk point' at central library has got everything - the toast, snacks and canned drinks vending machines, water-cooler and comfy sofas and bowl-chairs, except a hot-beverage vending machine. how could they not think of it?! the library is so cold, its the best place to have a hot drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/1714718/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="102_0216" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1714718_7e4fc1f45b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the contents of my thermal waterbottle.:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my personal favourite is the 3-in-1 white coffee. it leaves a very smooth after-taste and it smells fantastic! :) the &lt;i&gt;hoya&lt;/i&gt; ginseng coffee may sound good, but it doesn't taste that great. and also, to prevent the whole library from smelling of ginseng when i open my bottle, i've stopped bringing that. :p the safest, most conventional choice for everyone, i guess, would be the nescafe 3-in-1. nescafe has gotta be one of the best choice around, all the time. :) and no, nescafe didn't pay me for this. haha. i just bought the teh-tarik last night and am drinking it now as i'm typing this entry. don't think i like it very much. its has a weird smell. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and, the best perk-me-ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/1714724/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="102_0225" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1714724_11768c5f9b.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fresh maker!! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/1714719/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="102_0217" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1714719_28c1d93997.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate get-fat formula! but mugging makes you crave for food, all the time. the white one is instant hot chocolate with marshmallow. it tastes pretty alright, except that the contents are not very thick. so you can't make too large a cup or it'll be too diluted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but of cos, the most important of all is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/1714722/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="102_0220" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1714722_3f839c73df.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nalgene bottle!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;other forms of positive distraction includes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/1714728/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="102_0233" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1714728_6d31405ffa.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely, handy samsung v200!! smses de-stresses me. haha. and isn't the little piggy accesory so absolutely endearing? :) its from scat. everyone, say 'awwwww'...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*awwwwwww* haha.. corny. anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;last but not least, i must always start the day with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/1714723/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="102_0221" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1714723_fc3343eed7.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my biotherm moisturiser!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as the term 'ultra-cool hydrating water-gel' suggests, it leaves a refreshing, cool feeling on your face after application. staying in air-conditioned areas for such long periods will cause you skin to dry up! therefore, its a must to put moisturizer. yes, i know i'm vain. but.. everything will start going downhill after you hit the big 2! so its important to maintain good skin! heh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there there, so the things mentioned above are my precious study mates for this crucial period. and no prizes for guessing why i can't at home to study - yes, too many distractions! and the main culprit being the computer. and thus, for late night mugging at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/1714726/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="102_0229" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1714726_9d3b8dc9e8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've stuck this on the screen to refrain myself from playing games/surfing the net. oops, why am i here?! i just finished 2 papers.. gimme a break!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;finally, thank you people for reading this long, and abit 'boliao' post. haha. :) and i'd like to give credit to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabbietabbiejabbie/1714731/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1714731_328e4812fb_m.jpg" width="240" height="176" alt="canon camera" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved canon digital ixus 400 for making this and other photo blogs possible. :) and also to mom and dad for getting it for me for my 21st birthday! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;by the way, its 6 days to freedom for now, not 7. &lt;i&gt;gambate&lt;/i&gt; to everyone who's suffering the same fate as me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110148311487002013?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110148311487002013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110148311487002013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110148311487002013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110148311487002013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/11/study-mates.html' title='study mates'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110114283479946121</id><published>2004-11-23T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T01:06:41.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i stink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;of the central library!! but sherwin wins hands down - 8am to 9pm almost everyday. how did you do it, babe? anyway, thanks for reserving the best seats for us. haha. :) (&lt;i&gt;oh yes, you'll need a kindly early bird to reserve seats for you if you wanna study in the library cos by 10am, most seats are taken up!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling abit sick right now, actually. my tummy feels strange and nauseous too. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been reading through my minorities notes today. sighs. its so boring. and its open-book. that's both good and bad news. the good is, i don't need to memorise the points; and the bad - the answers can't be found in your notes. haha. luckily i read some of it during the semester and we're able to select just a few topics to study. if not, its another goner for me. but then again, who knows it's gonna be yet another screwed-up module? after all, i did screw up the term paper. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be early at the library again &lt;i&gt;later&lt;/i&gt; (yes, its tuesday, 1250am now.) i must start on my science gem tomorrow! make sure i memorise every single bit of my gem notes, because scat won't be sitting anywhere near me this time. haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, the plane tics are finally booked! i'm going to china with mommy on the 7th Dec. sighs. so late! i was hoping can go immediately after my papers on the 2nd. but too bad, the flights are full. i'm having mixed feelings about this trip, really. firstly, daddy won't be going and thus he'll be left alone at home! though i'll still call him everyday, it won'tbe the same! :( *cousins dear, if you're reading this, please drop by during the week and visit my dad okay? :) thanks.* secondly, its winter time. yes, i know everyone thinks its so super lovely and romantic with the chilly weather and the snow. but hell, i agreed with that til i went to korea 3 years ago! even though the snow scenery were brilliant, the cold was terrible! the food sucked and i didn't eat much and i was FREEZING to death there! it seemed more like a torture camp than a holiday. i'd rather be hot and sweaty anytime! and to think  i shiver at a temperature of 18 degrees celsius. the coldest is 0 degrees celsius and below there now!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's not a holiday trip, but a erm, business trip. mommy needs to go there and restock her stuff and collect some of her orders. so we'll be going to the warehouses almost every single day. but really hope we can go get some of the cosmetics cos they are cheap, nice and good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, think it's bedtime. gonna meet scat for breakfast soon. :)&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/6724074-110114283479946121?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110114283479946121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110114283479946121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110114283479946121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110114283479946121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-stink.html' title='i stink'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110105191052452540</id><published>2004-11-21T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T23:47:33.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very unmotivated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've come to a conclusion &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i can't study at home!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; seriously, i barely did anything concrete the whole damn day. ugh. i've only had one paper thus far..and it feels like forever! feel drained from all the mugging the past week. every single damn day is filled with thai history. now that the paper is over, i 've come to a sudden horrible realisation that i've not done much for other 4 modules yet! &lt;i&gt;shit&lt;/i&gt;. this is a very, very good example of poor time management and over-fretting for one single module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thai paper on saturday was terrible. so much about dr. p telling us the first question was on historiography. i spent so much time studying the various styles of thai history writing and did they come in handy? &lt;i&gt;bloody hell. NO!&lt;/i&gt; and the first question alone contained 4 parts and that means &lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt; bloody mini essays! i spent one whole hour doing it. And as his usual speech, even his exam questions comprised of ultra long sentences - at least 5 commas! i've gotta read the question at least 10 times to fully comprehend its requirements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. did not have time to conclude my third question for the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met yiqing before the paper on saturday. - we were sharing the same exam venue. it's been such a long, long time since i've last met her. really must kowtow to her. she skipped almost all trainings to study. and even when i bump into her in campus (which is only twice the entire sem before today), she's always rushing off to the library to do work. &lt;i&gt;how did she do it??!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a little chat with her and she's told me she'll probably quit fencing for good. tried to persuade her to stay at least til the novices in january's over. and from the tone of her replies, the possibility of her coming back is pretty low. sighs. its so sad. gone were our good old days -of massive footwork and giving one another bruises, of yakking away during trainings, of dinners and gossips, of shopping trips, and the hongkong trip!!! aye. but she says its true too. she sees no point in coming back because she feels she isn't likely to perform - we train hard during the hols and the start of the sem, only to break at our peak for exams, returning fresh and untrained for the competition season. haha. this makes me feel old, reminding me that i'm graduating very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sad not because i can't qualify for honours, but because i've gotta embrace the cruel realities of the workforce in the society one year earlier than my peers! i don't wanna work! but i don't wanna study either! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the hang-over effect of the thai paper is still around. and i'm feeling absolutely drained to start on other modules. and i'm sure every other nus student feels the same. why why why must the other 2 universities be done with their exams first? why is bloody nus so slow with everything? why why why?! *grrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't decide whether i should go sleep now or continue to study. minorities is sooo boring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sleep or to study? that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, since i never do much today, i shall strive to complete as least one topic for minorities tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110105191052452540?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110105191052452540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110105191052452540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110105191052452540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110105191052452540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/11/very-unmotivated.html' title='very unmotivated'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110087271977712597</id><published>2004-11-19T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:04:23.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuggit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if you don't know what the title means, &lt;i&gt;think harder&lt;/i&gt;. but i'm pretty damn sure you'll get it after reading this post, or rather, the next paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did so badly for my term papers. it's a major, &lt;i&gt;major&lt;/i&gt; blow to my studying morale. felt so very demoralised after getting back the papers yesterday. sighs. :( sighs. i think i'm just not cut out for uni life. should get outta there asap. another 7 months before i say goodbye to my 17 years of school life. failure, failure, failure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, told myself to brace up and work for the finals. and so i did today, at the library. not that i feel any smarter, but at least i tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks. &lt;i&gt;fuggit&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's my most dreaded thai paper. have been revising like the thai paper is the only exam i have this time. stupid dr.p. :( i think i've neglected the other modules. did abit of minorities and the science gem. but my mind's just full of thailand stuff now. not that its a bad thing, since the exam is tomorrow afternoon at 1pm. in another 17 hours, the past few days' effort will be over. i can't imagine what i'll see tomorrow, especially after the warnings dr.p gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was strolling at the pasar malam with scat just a few hours ago when scat got me the very old, retro version of the nintendo game!! its got my fave, super mario!! haha. *thanks, babe!! =)* brings back the good old days i spent at dear cousin piggy's cousin, playing with her and her bro through the night for the entire school hols. haha. those were the days. tried the x-box at scat's, the dynasty warrior (er, is it called dynasty warriors? ok lah, some warrior thingie) and i don't think i like it very much. its so boring! just run around the whole day. and i always get lost and its so super damn hard to get on the stupid old horse!!!!!!!! :( bleah. old-fashioned as it is, i still very much prefer nintendo! heh. can't wait for 2nd dec when i can play to my heart's content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the last episode of &lt;i&gt;the champion&lt;/i&gt; was kinda disappointing. it seems like they are trying very hard to cram in everything together. and i think the voting of the ending is just so outta point. its obvious that majority of the world wants qi yuwu to end up with jeanette aw, rather than jessica lao. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, time for some last minute revision for thailand before calling it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain-drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to all having their papers! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110087271977712597?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110087271977712597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110087271977712597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110087271977712597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110087271977712597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/11/fuggit.html' title='fuggit'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110050364413220308</id><published>2004-11-15T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T00:00:07.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today's been a really unproductive day. spent the whole day trying to read Somsamai Srisudravarna (Jit Phumisak)'s &lt;em&gt;The Real Face of Thai Saktina Today&lt;/em&gt;. it's not very long, just 60 pages, but its super boring! it's all about using marxist ideas to explain the thai society. fell asleep after the first page... mom woke me up... carried on another 3 pages.. zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GIVE UP!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might as well lie down comfortably and sleep to my heart's content! hahahaha. :p and so i did. woke up an hour later, feeling really guilty. and here i am again, bloggin'. haha. actually i've done the reading before. just trying to get a clearer idea of what the author wanna say. oh well. shall strive to finish it by 4pm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. today's public holiday and both mom and dad are home! amazing. its been such a long, long time since all three of us are home. feels nice. :) and mom is cooking! yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for 9pm tonight! cos i'm really hooked on &lt;em&gt;the champions&lt;/em&gt;. my eye candy is... *drum roll* nope, not toro.. not yan xingshu.. its.. zikes! NOT julian hee! my prince charming in the show is qi yuwu!! :D he's so cute!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.ofoto.com/photos998/2/40/26/97/44/1/144972640203_0_ALB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoons*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. can't believe emman also likes the show! and his fave is jeanette aw. wahaha. and i thought it'd be fiona xie. so sad the show's gonna end soon. no more eye candy! sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today's the big day for three people!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Mommy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Meh meh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Happy Bithday to Veron!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110050364413220308?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110050364413220308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110050364413220308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110050364413220308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110050364413220308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/11/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-110035837276485263</id><published>2004-11-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T14:37:28.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to mommy! :) today's her lunar (er, chinese? not sure how to term it) birthday. this coming monday will be her &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; birthday according to the gregorian calendar. hee. and its meh meh's and my tuition kid's birthdays too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;scat and i ordered a surprise cake for my mommy from angie the choice yesterday. it's called &lt;i&gt;mother's delight&lt;/i&gt;! (photo's posted below) and we went to collect it this afternoon. haha. hid it in the fridge at the lowest compartment. but it was quite safe cos mom won't be back in the noon. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we went for dinner at thai village at kallang. didn't think the food was all that great. but it was a really nice gathering! :) scat was there too! :) haha. first time he join us for family celebrations. think it went quite well, except mom kept wanting to order dessert and i had to keep discouraging her on the excuse that i'm on diet. haha. think she looked really disappointed. haha. but no choice lah. need to save the space for the surprise cake later. heh. after which we went to giant at the old turf club for some grocery shopping. wah. never realised there are really quite interesting groceries there. should go there more often to get the more exotic foodstuffs. ntuc fairprice is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, we came home loaded with food. :D sighs. did i just mention in my previous post about not stocking up my fridge? :( temptations.. temptations.. just too irresistable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when mom went to her room to put down her stuff, i quickly rushed to the fridge and took the cake to the living room. haha. think she kinda expected it already. but she looked really happy. hee. it's her fave flavour - durian! wah. and its really yummy. there are durian chunks inside and it smells... oooooomph! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1460937_33b9c942ec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! ain't it cute? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1460936_90c08ea7c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy and her lookalike! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1460938_a4c6c2f219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1460939_81608a6e37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. think the fan too strong... all of us swaying.. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh dear. never study much today. well, at least i think i'm more or less done for thailand. need to get the periods and spelling of the thai names right though. haha. shall try and finish half my gem notes tonight, since i've completed most of it, except the acupuncture and dr zhou's portion. have yet to start anything on minorities in southeast asia. think that module will be sucky. it's open-book! i hate open-book exams.. just gives you a false sense of security.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm glad that scat seems positively happier today. :) &lt;i&gt;babe, if you're reading this.. quite sure things can be ironed out :) give it abit more faith and time, yeah? cheer up... and love ya. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-110035837276485263?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/110035837276485263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=110035837276485263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110035837276485263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/110035837276485263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-birthday-again.html' title='happy birthday, again...'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109999730512854361</id><published>2004-11-09T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T00:00:36.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>to my new cuddie, mr fattie!! haha. check him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.ofoto.com/photos1007/2/40/85/25/71/4/471258540203_0_ALB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't he cute? :) *swoons* scat gave it to me today! so as from today, every 9th nov will be fattie's birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;haha. love his big round body. so very fat and pudgy!!! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109999730512854361?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109999730512854361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109999730512854361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109999730512854361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109999730512854361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109991140114624252</id><published>2004-11-08T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T19:01:09.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart's deepest desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...is the samsung e800c. i even dreamt of it last night. i dreamt that it came free with straits times (right.. i was really dreaming). i felt so cheated on friday when i received a letter from samsung. i thought i had won the contest at the &lt;a href="http://sg.samsungmobile.com/en/index.jsp"&gt;samsung mobile fun club&lt;/a&gt;. and so i ripped the envelope apart eagerly and excitedly. sigh. its about the samsung e800c alright, except its not free. just a promotion. i can geddit at $348, with a $200 trade-in. and my samsung v200 is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; worthed $200. oh well. but i have high hopes of winning the lucky draw cos i clicked in about 500 entries? haha. &lt;em&gt;santa! can you hear me? tis the season to be jolly!!! :p hope i'll find it in my stockings!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/blogphotos/phone_main.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually did some &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; studying today! woohoo. haha. at least i covered a major part of historiography for thailand. come to realise that historiography of thailand covers just about &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; for the whole course. how very &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; of dr.p to give us &lt;em&gt;hints&lt;/em&gt; on what to study - we need to study &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; so as to fully comprehend the historiography of thailand cos it is applied since the beginning of thai history and has gone through endless changes ever since. i reckoned he's gonna ask what's so unique about thai history, to which sam joked that we should write 'nothing' in our scripts. hahaha. think we're pretty screwed for the next two questions that demands our opinions as well, cos as i've already mentioned in my previous post that our opinions really don't matter because when we voice them out in class, they &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; fall in one of the following categories: (a)they don't matter; (b)they are not importantl (c)they are completely irrelevant and outta point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. the impact of dr p's constant stressing that the paper will be difficult cos the thai paper is like the hot topic now. we discuss it before, after and the breaks of every single lecture (even the non-thai lectures). sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about thailand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's minorities class was a guest lecture by dr. lockhart. he's such an endearing person. :) no, don't geddit wrong. he ain't no gorgeous hunk. in fact, he's worst than a geek. (haha) but he's just.. so sweet and perhaps entertaining? hahaha. his linguistic abilities are &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;. he speaks and writes &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; perfect chinese and vietnamnese. think i'll take his indo-china course next semester! :) speaking of which, his and dr dubby's proficiency of the chinese language can put all of us chinese to shame. i swear he knows more words than i do. haha. dr dubby reads chinese history books for god's sake. and he was interviewed in chinese over the channel 8 news that day about the US elections. he speaks in perfect mandarin, with no ang moh accent at all. tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor scat's sick! runny nose. aye. suddenly craving for some movies with him. haha. maybe shark tales or something. and choc fondue! and skating! aye. nay. study study study!!! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got alota cravings now. french fries. pop corn chicken. choc fondue. food food food. stress makes you crave for food, for carbohydrates. and that explains why people get fat during exams. coupled with the fact that one will have to be glued to a seat studying. no exercise, no output. sighs. am trying very very hard to curb my cravings. haha. asked mommy not to top up the fridge so that i won't have anything to eat. hoho. thats what i did that time. i told her not to restock the fridge. haha. so whenever i have craving, i'll face an almost empty fridge!! hee.:P i'm such a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hocus pocus focus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109991140114624252?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109974709781033543</id><published>2004-11-06T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T12:33:05.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.ofoto.com/photos1007/2/40/85/68/26/9/926688540203_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;haha. :) so sweet.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.ofoto.com/photos1007/2/40/85/97/77/7/777978540203_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;hahahaha. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109974709781033543?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109958398957935107</id><published>2004-11-04T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:59:49.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motivation motivation motivation</title><content type='html'>have some of it left. but still need more of it to last me for the next 28 days. 15 days to my first paper, 28 to my last, 28 and 1/12 days to one month's freedom. it ain't very long. but much motivation is still needed for 28 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr. p, aka mr bitchy has warned us about our thai paper. he stressed and stressed and stressed over and over again that, the paper will be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very difficult&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. sighs. and he gave us hints to, tell us what to leave out cos he felt it's only fair since its gonna be so difficult. he let out that the first question will be on historiography. i'm so dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next 2 choice questions demands &lt;em&gt;his version&lt;/em&gt; of our personal opinions. i said &lt;em&gt;his version&lt;/em&gt; cos in tutorials, when we give our opinions, he usually doesn't agree with them. damn. i'm so so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a slightly happier note, i did well for my gem test and assignment. the test was purely scat's effort. :p &lt;em&gt;thanks babe! :)&lt;/em&gt; but then, there isn't much to rejoice cos 90% of the class did just as well. the lowest grade in class was a B. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i should stop babbling here and start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109958398957935107?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109949686296395557</id><published>2004-11-03T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:31:57.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;to Someone up there. :)&lt;br /&gt;only you'll know what i mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, He's answered my prayers. feeling abit sick now, but i think its worthed it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and jrach and klutzz too. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=left&gt;yay. changed my blog layout. again. ha. editing my blog layout has never failed to make my day. :) really, really like the pictures part and i'm sure you readers do too! ha! and yes, i have to agree with yiwei that my previous blogskin sucks. but i really like the rainbow. oh well. never mind. now its all edited! comments, comments, comments! give it to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied mum for the check up today. i'm so so so so glad everything turned out fine. met scat in the noon. had a sumptious lunch-ner (aka lunch cum dinner, in case you don't realise. :p) at the ikea restaurant. meat balls, curry chicken and smoked salmon! yums! maybe thats why i feel sick now. having a SPLITTING headache. but then i already had it before we met. oh well. and now i feel like puking. fevering too. &lt;br /&gt;:( sighs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=left&gt;i'm so glad that all my term papers are over. didn't think they were brilliant. aye. too many things on my mind to really set my heart to doing them well. sighs. things just had to crop up when you least want them to. but at least i can see the sun shining on my side now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to slack today away after having sleepless nights the past week trying to finish my essays. and hence thought would de-stress by changing my blogskin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i think i gonna puke. toodles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109949686296395557?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109949686296395557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109949686296395557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109949686296395557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109949686296395557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109930920882099469</id><published>2004-11-01T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:40:08.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F**K</title><content type='html'>i crashed again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109930920882099469?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109930920882099469/comments/default' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109923765881668323</id><published>2004-10-31T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:49:26.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sometimes, i feel that my life is so empty, that nobody cares about me (though i know the latter part of the sentence is not true). yes, i feel depressed. something is missing inside me. and i don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that life is unfair. and of course it is. nothing on this earth ever, is fair. and as i'm penning down these depressive thoughts, i'm all alone in the house, so quiet i can hear a pin drop. much as there are benefits to being an only child, i really wished that there will be someone, a brother, a sister, whoever it is, to share my home life. mom is busy. dad is busy and we never communicate much anyway. i've got so much frustrations pent up in me. i feel like the flame inside me is dying. i feel so so so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know i have a very loving boyfriend, and a bunch of buddies whom i know i can count on in times of trouble.. but still, something is still missing in me. these nights, i feel especially teary, especially bothered. i can't get to sleep. and i know i'm tired. very tired. i need rest. but i can't get myself into a restful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my eyelids gets heavy enough to finally close, my mind starts running wild. i dream of escaping. of running away from all these depressive thoughts. i dream of an utopian land that is built for me. i dream of a place that truly belongs to me. these dreams are the only times that puts a genuine smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like an outcast. i feel that everyone's scruntinising my every move, because everyone believes that i'm supposed to a particular self. everyone has expectations of myself that i must live up to. but nobody truly understands what i expect of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this. i wished i wasn't like that. i wished i'd never been born. i wished i could turn back the hands of time, to the days of innocence and of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just one of those days, one of those moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at long last, all my term papers are done. thanks scat for helping me with my conclusion and coming over to have dinner with me. :) love ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109923765881668323?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109896156265725263</id><published>2004-10-28T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T19:06:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter To Him</title><content type='html'>i ain't sure what my religion is. but i believe there's an Omnipotent Being out there, looking over me, over us. Be it the Christian God, the Muslim Allah, or the Hindu, Taoist or Buddhist deities, i'm sure SOMEONE up there listens to me, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bless Her. She's my inspiration, my confidante, my friend, my beloved. She's the most important person in my life. Everynight, i pray to YOU to bless Her and Him. Five years ago, when something similar happened to him, You've answered my prayers. Two months ago, when another happened to him, You've too proved your power to heal. Please do not take her away from me. I'm sure there's still a wonderous next chapter ahead for her. Please do not deprive her of this next chapter. If we've incurred Your wrath in any way, please take it out ONLY on ME. Unlease all punishments, if there be, unto me. I'm the most willing to undertake them, as long as She is all fine and beautiful. I'm the most willing to bear all that there is to bear, as long as He is happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know YOU're up there, listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know YOU're up there, watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know YOU're up there, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death and suffering. They are but only mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109896156265725263?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109896156265725263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109896156265725263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109896156265725263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109896156265725263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/10/letter-to-him.html' title='A Letter To Him'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109880630271970391</id><published>2004-10-26T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T00:05:53.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shan't be beaten</title><content type='html'>i've decided! and i've carried out my decision already! i've decided to be AS KIASU AS THE REST OF THE NUS POPULATION!!!!! (just for a day. erp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, on fateful yesterday, 25th october 2004, i woke up at 5am to do my tutorial. and left the house at 8am for the library to grab ALL the books (irregardless whether they really do or do not relate to my project) that i could find. and promptly rushed for music lessons at east coast, before rushing back to school for tutorial at 12nn. after which is a lecture from 2-4pm, and the day ends with a very infuriating 2 hours at my tuition kid's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've already guessed, the entire paragraph above, except the part about me reaching the library at bloody 830am in the morning, is TOTALLY irrelevant to the subject of this blog entry - &lt;strong&gt;a day in the life of a kiasu nus student&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do wonder if this is supposed to be surprising at all - the library is actually mildly crowded at bloody 830am in the morning. the keyword here is '&lt;strong&gt;crowded&lt;/strong&gt;' and &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;strong&gt;mildy&lt;/strong&gt;', by the way. i saw this guy walking out of the library as i went in, with arms wrapped around 8 books or so, looking very pleased with himself. now i understand why every single book i wanted for my project is gone. because 3/4 of the population do are like this guy (and me-on-25th-oct-2003) all the time!!! (this meaning grabbing books and hogging them for weeks, thinking that they are the only ones who need it for projects.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a very frustrating weekend, having found NO books at all for my paper, i had to make the painful decision of changing question so that i can use the &lt;em&gt;unwanted&lt;/em&gt; books i've just borrowed and transform them into useful materials in my paper with my brilliant crapping skills. ha! i create my own history! ha! lemme tell you how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time, in year 2001, when i was in college having my jc2 history block test, i scored a big fat ZERO for one outta the three questions i was supposed to answer. the reason being i mixed 2 rulers with the same name and didn't realise it until the time was up. i could only gasp in horror, but at the same time feeling a great sense of achievement because i could write such a long essay talking about someone that doesn't exist. i knew something was wrong. but after sitting there deep in thought without writing anything for 15 minutes in the middle of the paper, i gave up. i shall continue with my crap. who knows, i might just be right! ha! fat hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that fateful question was :&lt;br /&gt;what enabled chandragupta maurya first to establish, and then consolidate his Indian empire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/101-0184_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem was, there were two chandraguptas to study for that paper, one for the GUPTA dynasty and one for the MAURYAN dynasty. i know you must be thinking : &lt;em&gt;wah lau! the question already states 'chandragupta MAURYA'!! so must be referring to the Mauryan empire lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, one thing was that i studied the chandradgupta of the GUPTA dynasty more thoroughly than the chandragupta of the Mauryan empire. Therefore, overwhelmed with the excitement that i've spotted correctly (i thought i did, but apparently, i didn't), i rushed to write down all i remembered without really taking notice of the big fat word 'maurya'. even tho i wrote it alota times, didn't give it much thought either. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i see i've digressed quite a bit from the intended subject for this blog entry. oops. haha. but, who cares? its my blog! i write what i want!!!!! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i sound so bloody bitter! think its pre-exams stress. not written with any intentions of offending anyone. ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109880630271970391?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109880630271970391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109880630271970391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109880630271970391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109880630271970391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/10/shant-be-beaten.html' title='shan&apos;t be beaten'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109859909942098906</id><published>2004-10-24T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T14:26:21.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrated!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just can't think of anything to write for my samurai paper. can't decide on which question to do. can't find the information!!! nus people are so bloody &lt;strong&gt;KIASU&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the god-damned books have been borrowed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109859909942098906?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109859909942098906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109859909942098906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109859909942098906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109859909942098906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/10/frustrated.html' title='frustrated!!!!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109854690618193910</id><published>2004-10-23T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T23:56:52.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/blogphotos/coolgirl.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/blogphotos/coolgirl.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109854690618193910?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109854690618193910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109854690618193910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109854690618193910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109854690618193910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/10/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109828791741414412</id><published>2004-10-20T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T23:58:37.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first free wednesday</title><content type='html'>*caution : this is a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; long post. go prepare some coffee first! haha. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my first free wednesday in months! the teaching assignment's begun even before the semester started. it finally came to an end last week. and yes, i've finally gotten my pay. although it seems like its easy money if you calculate the hourly rate, getting about 150 bucks in a span of 4 weeks seemed really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; little. nonetheless, i decided that i should give myself a treat for working so hard last week. and so i went to dye my hair! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/101-0174_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;aye. it looks kinda reddish with the camera flash right? its supposed to be light brown. think my hair can't really absorb the dye very well . so it didn't turn out that light. but still loved it! hee. paid $54.00 for it. is it expensive, huh? have always dyed it in malaysia where it'll be half the price after the converting to sing-dollars. hmm. but now dad's working on sundays as well, guess won't be going in on sunday afternoons anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;had initially contemplated buying the DIY ones. but thought, nah. it might turn out blotchy and uneven and i'd have wasted an extra $15.00 or so for the DIY dye on top of going to the salon to salvage it. heh. ok, enough of excuses. just feeling rich that i've just received my pay. happy? haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;mr bitchy was really &lt;em&gt;pissed off&lt;/em&gt; with us during tutorial on monday. and i mean &lt;em&gt;REALLY PISSED&lt;/em&gt;. heard of his bitchiness from chris. now i've finally witnessed it for myself. he was irritated that none of us could answer his questions. can't put the blame on us, really. first of all, he speaks with such a strong italian accent. secondly, his one question comprises of a really, really long sentence (with at least 5 commas, i swear) and that it makes him even more difficult to understand. when otti asked him to please repeat his question, his response totally appalled every single one of us in the room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;instead of just politely repeating his question for us, he accused her of having a short attention span! perhaps it was this sharp response that quieten even the more outspoken ones in class. when he finally repeated the question and nobody answered him, he reached his boiling point. (haha). then he concluded that it was because nus has never taught us all these what he termed as 'basic knowledge' before. then he continued that it was his job for him to ask us questions and make us think. and that he's paid with our parents' hard-earned salary (and very well-paid too), and thus we should at least try to answer the question and not waste our parents' money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;well, the truth is, nobody understood what he was asking! and horror of all horrors, he started to pick on those who usually didn't participate in class. and yes, i'm one of them. candice was his first target.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;mr bitchy: so candice, may i have the honour to have the chance to hear your lovely voice after 7 tutorials?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and candice proceeded to give some vague answers which were totally outta point, because, like the rest, she didn't understood what a word he was saying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and then, he looked at me and (read this carefully) &lt;strong&gt;HE CALLED MY NAME&lt;/strong&gt;! what was so appalling was not him calling on me, but the fact that he knows my name, ie, &lt;strong&gt;he knows who i am!&lt;/strong&gt; gosh. and all along i thought i was a nobody in class! mr bitchy knows my name! ha! and yeah, i contemplated asking him to repeat his question because i seriously was as lost as the rest of the class. nevertheless, i replied him with a word 'frugal' to his unknown question. (don't ask me why i said that. i don't really know either. probably thought he was saying something about the Thai peasants.) and of course, my answer was totally wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and when he finally answered his own question, everyone had this oh-so-this-was-what-you-were-talking-about expression on their faces (it turned out that he was talking about some similarities between the jews and chinese migrants in thailand). undoubtedly, still feeling very pissed, he promptly dismissed the class and shook his head in despair when we walked out of the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;thank god we've got only one more tutorial left. can't imagine what things would be like next monday. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i think i slacked too much over the weekend. after finishing my second term paper for the week on saturday morning, 230am, i never did anything except sleeping, eating and watching tv (and of course, dyeing my hair :D ). and now i've got so much work again. sighs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tuition tonight was bad. i was totally pissed off with my kid and her family. she's so lazy! she refuses to learn how to write her words and her exams are next week. argh. she has 5 past year papers to complete by tomorrow before her school teachers wants her to hand up tmr and she's not done it yet. yes, she's waiting for me. its so frustrating when she refuses to listen to you when you speak to her about it so nicely. then when you raise your voice at her, she puts on this i-am-gonna-cry look. argh! and her cousins and brother... they are so NOISY. i had to compete with them and their grandmother's loud but husky screams (in futile attempts to try keeping them quiet). and her brother, as i've mentioned before, was such a brat. and her grandmother, being so utterly pissed off with him, pushed him outta the house and slammed the door at him. apparently this does not help things because he cried ten times louder and pounded furiously at the door. the noise was INTOLERABLE. just wanna go up to him and give him one tight slap!!!!!! argh. i'll make sure such a behaviour will &lt;em&gt;NOT &lt;/em&gt;ever come from my future son/daughter. i swear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;just caught 'blogged on singapore' on get rea!, CNA just now. finally caught xiaxue, and a few other singaporean bloggers) on tv. been quite a fan of hers and have been regularly entertained by her entries. many felt she's a tad too narcissistic, but i think thats what makes her entries such entertaining reads. you guys should go have a look at &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so much for now. shall return to my notes. toodles! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109828791741414412?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109828791741414412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109828791741414412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109828791741414412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109828791741414412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/10/first-free-wednesday.html' title='first free wednesday'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109784061350646847</id><published>2004-10-15T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T02:39:35.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comic relief  *EDITED* see below</title><content type='html'>these little things have put a smile on my face. hope they'll do the same for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;egg white separator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/eggs-1-1_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/eggs-2-1_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/eggs-4-1_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/eggs-3-1_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what an ingenious invention! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br&gt;my mum is nice and cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try this&lt;br /&gt;step 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/language_tools?hl="&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step 2:&lt;br /&gt;enter the following line into the translate textbox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"my mom is nice and cool"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;step 3:&lt;br /&gt;translate from english to spanish.&lt;br /&gt;step 4:&lt;br /&gt;copy the translated text, and translate it back from spanish toenglish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. its 2:27am now (though the blog clock states 7:37pm). And guess what? I've completed my minorities essay! woohoo. which means i'm technically &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; for this weekend if i'm lazy, but still as shagged and busy as ever if i'm not. meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. just that i've completed all assignments due next week. but i've still got three more due two weeks later. think i should be hardworking and try to complete as much as possible since i've no plans this weekend. but i think i should reward myself a little when i wake up later. :) watch harry potter or LOTR again. haha. you must be thinking of either right now: &lt;br /&gt;a)harry potter?!? so childish!&lt;br&gt;or&lt;br&gt;b)watch AGAIN? siao ah? so free meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh. i told ya i'm technically &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; for the weekend. and harry potter.. well ya. maybe its a tad childish. but its entertaining! beats writing essays! ANYTIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. okay. i know. three more assignments. exams round the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wake up, girl. there's no such thing as a FREE WEEKEND til the 2nd of dec 2004.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i know you guys are smirking right now, thinking : &lt;em&gt;what? you end exams only on the 2nd of december? ha! tough luck! i'd have frolicked half my life away already by then! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. told ya this sem sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109784061350646847?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109784061350646847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109784061350646847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109784061350646847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109784061350646847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/10/comic-relief-edited-see-below.html' title='comic relief  *EDITED* see below'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109767833447218803</id><published>2004-10-13T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:44:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>condolences</title><content type='html'>to the family of the poor girl who died after being flung down from her flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw the news from tv. quite surprised that many fellow singaporeans, of whom are strangers to that little girl, actually visited her and even bought her presents during her stay there. there was also this cabbie who went to her funeral. much as there are many ugly singaporeans around, but these little acts of our people can be so heart-warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is hard to imagine how strangers can be so kind, while people who know each other can instead be so vicious towards one another. also, this incident has clearly demonstrated the dangers of incuring a woman's wrath. that poor girl's innocent. how could she bear to end a young, innocent life so swiftly? surely, being in the fit of anger does not serve to justify her actions. this grief has apparently resulted from the girl's father's infidelity. he's committed a mistake and his daughter has to pay the price of it. life's so unfair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, the murderer will probably not escape from the gallows. but is this necessary? i think not. the concept of paying a life with another doesn't work at all. by imposing the death penalty on her, i think it has probably lightened her punishment. she should be allowed to live, to be punished by guilt for the rest of her life. ending her life now is no punishment at all. it is merely an end that will help shorten her guilt-stricken days. and who's the one really suffering? it's definitely not this murderer (for her existence will promptly come to an end), but the girl's mother. having come to face the harsh reality of her husband's infidelity, now she has to grapple with the loss of her beloved child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. the world's full of depressing news everyday. its either terrorists bombing, plane crashes, natural disasters, fatal diseases, murders and what nots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is fragile. cherish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109767833447218803?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109767833447218803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109767833447218803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109767833447218803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109767833447218803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/10/condolences.html' title='condolences'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109759741825939898</id><published>2004-10-12T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T00:10:18.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death sentence</title><content type='html'>kinda wish i'm subjected to that right now. just wanna escape from all the work i've gotta complete! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit man. one more month to the exams and bloody hell! i've got four more essays to submit. okay, two-and-a-half, since i've completed one-and-a-half. but still.. lemme complain! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to sleep at 10 just now, hoping to wake up at 6 in the morning to continue with my essays. but i was so stressed, i just couldn't get to sleep! the clocks kept ticking so noisily and so my heartbeat just follows the tick... racing with it.. ARGH! do you understand that kinda feeling? its simply irritating cos i'm so tired but i can't get to fall asleep! and so, i gave up trying to sleep and got up to continue my research. bah! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped tutorials today to do the research. and bloody hell! of all the tutorials that i attended, he had to choose this one to mark attendance. &lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. complained enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109759741825939898?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109759741825939898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109759741825939898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109759741825939898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109759741825939898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/10/death-sentence.html' title='death sentence'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109729771980601324</id><published>2004-10-09T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T13:00:38.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk by chocolate, death by walking</title><content type='html'>i walked home with scat last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. first, we walked to the esplanade from cineleisure area. well, since we were planning to sin at max brenner : the chocolate bar, we must walk off some calories first, right? :p it's all dins fault. i was having lunch with dins, otti and company on monday when they all started talking about planning a feast outing after the exams. then we moved on to yummy choc soufle at bakers inn and choc fondue at max brenners. being the chocoholic me, i just HAVE TO eat the chocs before the exams! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walk from orchard to esplanade was pretty fast. surpised that the distance is actually quite short. haha. yeah. singapore ain't very big. we stopped by at raffles city cos scat wanted marks and spencer's cookies. wah. his family eats damn alota cookies. he bought 50 bucks worthed of cookies! *gasp* half of which is for his 90-year-old granny. *gasp gasp gasp* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, we arrived at our destination! max brenner! :D we ordered the famous choc fondue plus some toffee ice-cream float. the fondue was.... woooooohooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/101-0169_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that spread? that 3 pots of warm, melting dark choc, hazelnut choc and condensed milk to go with bananas, strawberries, marshmallow and croutons. yeah baby yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/101-0170_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;haha. mouth watering yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, come to think of it, you can prepare the fondue yourself at home! just grab some fruits, marshmallows, bread and a bottle of nuttella. melt the nuttella and dip in! there you go, your very own choc fondue. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of cos, its so super-fattening and we decided to walk our way home. yes. from esplanade to bukit merah. we walked past the sri mariamman temple, the pasar malam there, pearl centre.. and this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dopeyblogpix/101-0171_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;its supposedly the biggest lantern in the world, in chinatown area. heh heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took about 2 hours to walk home. by the time we reached jln bukit merah area, i was so super darn shagged man. felt so much like just taking the bus home as we approached every busstop. but, NO!! fat fat fat! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. now the choc's eaten, walk's taken. you know what this means? &lt;strong&gt;time for work, work and more work! &lt;/strong&gt; sighs. still got &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; more assignments to go. :(but well, choc releases endorphins and makes one happy! and i'm happy! haha. whatever. should starting piaing away for my term papers. toodles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109729771980601324?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109729771980601324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109729771980601324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109729771980601324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109729771980601324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/10/drunk-by-chocolate-death-by-walking.html' title='drunk by chocolate, death by walking'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109690476243933488</id><published>2004-10-04T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T23:48:40.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE SGH-E800C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/blogphotos/samsunge800c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's so sleek!! *swoons*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/blogphotos/phone_main.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahh!! i wanntttt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109690476243933488?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109690476243933488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109690476243933488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109690476243933488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109690476243933488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-want.html' title='i want!!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109688934514239636</id><published>2004-10-04T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T19:31:11.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed off</title><content type='html'>just to digress from the title abit.. yes, i've changed my blog skin once again. nope, i'm not too darn free. just that i wanna be &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; from the rest of the world of bloggers. realised from my random surfing that 99% of female bloggers in singapore uses the color &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; for their blog page. and god damn it. mine needs to be DIFFERENT. i need to DISTINGUISH myself from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bloody hell. why am i so freaking pissed off? because my tuition kid's grandma, or rather, the entire family wasn't home just now, when i'm supposed to have tuition with today, at 6pm. waste my time! i coulda done alota things, than to loiter around outside her corridor for an entire 45 minutes. ugh. and nope, she doesn't have a cell phone that i could call. not to mention today's the 8th lesson, when i'm supposed to get my pay. she must have stood me up on purpose!! i swear!! she coulda called to cancel the lesson! then i won't need to waste time traveling there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe i'm abit harsh up there. but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pissed off, frustrated and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANGRY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *mumbles grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109688934514239636?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109688934514239636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109688934514239636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109688934514239636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109688934514239636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/10/pissed-off.html' title='pissed off'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109646902867985040</id><published>2004-09-29T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T22:57:08.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crash!</title><content type='html'>1147am : was chatting happily with mum in the car, while waiting beside this gigantic lorry at the traffic light junction at bukit merah central. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1150am : *green light* i made a left turn first. the lorry follow suit. *gasp in horror, with the words "&lt;em&gt;please do not hit, please do not hit&lt;/em&gt;" running through my mind* *bang! smash! clack clack! claaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!* i clutched my steering wheel very tightly and screamed my lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. that was my first ever car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thoughts that came to my mind as the back of the lorry scratched my car and inched nearer and nearer to my face, on the verge of tearing my door apart:&lt;br&gt;1. please, hit me anywhere but my face!!&lt;br&gt;2.shit. dad's gonna kill me.&lt;br&gt;3.ugh.just lemme die BUT don't scratch my face or let my dad blow his top at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was screaming my lungs out and processing the above thoughts in my head, my mum very calmly went, &lt;em&gt;oh shit&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands trembled for a good 20 minutes. think i was really lucky mom was around with me, or i'd just burst into tears helplessly. talking about helpless. i never really understood the meaning of it until today. it was during that 5 seconds. i saw it coming. but i couldn't do anything to stop it. as the lorry rammed at my side, i wanted to run, but was just so tightly strapped to my seat that i just didn't know what to do. i was just so, so afraid that my car door would be pulled off the car, leaving me exposed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god both mom and i escaped unscathed. if anything happens to mom, i'd just kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god the lorry driver didn't ran away. he could jolly well drive off and leave me in lurch. but at least, he didn't and that means he'll be bearing the damages done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god my face wasn't scratched. and not anywhere else either. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god it was just a small, teeny weeny minor accident. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/myfirstcaraccident/accident_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;yeah. a good part of the metal was scrapped off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/myfirstcaraccident/accident-one_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;so was the signal light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/myfirstcaraccident/accident-three_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;another piece of metal gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/myfirstcaraccident/broken_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;the side mirror's gone. hmm. so weird the whole piece just broke off so prettily. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/myfirstcaraccident/101-0166_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;heres what was supposed to be inside the black hole in the above pic, with the glass smashed to bits, of course. i picked it up from the road, by the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/myfirstcaraccident/101-0167_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;heres my signal light which broke off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. now whenever i'm near to any longer vehicle, be it bus or lorry, my legs just trembled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say now: yay. experienced my first minor accident. been there, done that! ;) but of course, the vainpot in me urges me to thank god, once again, for my leaving face unscratched and unhurt. haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109646902867985040?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109646902867985040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109646902867985040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109646902867985040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109646902867985040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/2004/09/crash.html' title='crash!'/><author><name>Queen of Dopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654923087912062964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/sabbietabbie/faces/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724074.post-109630149213117508</id><published>2004-09-27T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T00:12:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;KISS MY ASS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually managed to complete &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my tutorial readings for today and tomorrow. and mind you, just for tommorrow's 2-hour tutorial alone for minorities in southeast asia, there are already &lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt; bloody sets of readings! dr. kratoska is mad!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, all these meant depriving myself of beauty sleep. i stayed up til 3am this morning to finish my tutorial readings. wow. the world's changed or have i changed? haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? i completed my essay for the module, &lt;em&gt;samurai to sony too&lt;/em&gt;! *beams proudly* by the way, i did anti-buddhism instead of suppression of christianiy. the simple reason being that the books i borrowed contained more information about anti-buddhism than anti-christian thoughts. and of course, the genius in me decided to change my question, instead of adamantly sticking to my originally proposed question and thus resulting in wasting more precious time trying to find information in the library. tell me, i'm smart. wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is such an unbelievably packed day. having slept for barely three hours, i dragged myself into the car and sped off to miss ng's house for lesson, only to find that there's no lesson today! ugh. her alarm clock had failed her and thus i'll be having make-up lesson on wednesday instead. ugh. coulda slept abit more! :( so i sped off to school again, 'piaing' to finish up the last of my minorities reading. of course, my finishing of my tutorial readings did not really mean anything. as miss k mentioned in my sajc testimonial, "the naturally reticent" me did not give a single contribution in class. well i wasn't the only one! val and candice were also really quiet today. and dr peleggi actually commented on our lack of contribution. but then again, in the entire class of about 12 people, only about two actually bothered to speak up. wahaha. what the heck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was a chatting session with huiting. it feels nice to be on talking terms with her again. her leaving of the band during college days was partly due to my and kim's doing. aye. politics and bitchiness. what to do? girls will be girls. but, hey! we were young then!! (lough out loud). just glad that all that's past and the awkwardness between huiting and i have subsided. in fact, i think we can get along pretty well now. haha. thanks to the power of fate, which brought the two of us together with the many modules that we share this sem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i must say that i'm being bloody hardworking today, cos after 2 boring hours of kratoska lecture and half an hour of group discussion, i actually stayed back in school to do my reading!! *gasps in absolute horror* &lt;em&gt;is this the sabrina everyone knows?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which i dragged myself down to my tuition kid's place, not to just give her tuition, but also to mark her sec 2 auntie's (cheryl's) english comprehension. free labour! free labour! haha. actually i don't mind helping them lah. the grandma's nice lady. :) but i'm appalled at cheryl's standard of english. i mean, it shouldn't be that bad, judging from the fact that she comes from an english-speaking family. but aiyah. it's like one week to her exams. there's nothing much i can do for her, except to give her some useful (i hope. haha.) advice and wish her the best of luck. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. time to catch up my beauty sleep. nite, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109630149213117508?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109630149213117508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109630149213117508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109630149213117508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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done&lt;br&gt;you've made a fool of everyone&lt;br&gt;oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br&gt;until you lose what you had won&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me back my point of view&lt;br&gt;'cause I just can't think for you&lt;br&gt;i can hardly hear you say&lt;br&gt;what should I do, well you choose&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, look what you've done&lt;br&gt;you've made a fool of everyone&lt;br&gt;oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br&gt;until you lose what you had won&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, look what you've done&lt;br&gt;you've made a fool of everyone&lt;br&gt;a fool of everyone&lt;br&gt;a fool of everyone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my photo off the wall&lt;br&gt;if it just won't sing for you&lt;br&gt;'cause all that's left has gone away&lt;br&gt;and there's nothing there for you to do&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, look what you've done&lt;br&gt;you've made a fool of everyone&lt;br&gt;oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br&gt;until you lose what you had won&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, look what you've done&lt;br&gt;you've made a fool of everyone&lt;br&gt;a fool of everyone&lt;br&gt;a fool of everyone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6724074-109617672747440389?l=queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queen-of-dopes.blogspot.com/feeds/109617672747440389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6724074&amp;postID=109617672747440389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724074/posts/default/109617672747440389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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