<?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-8181924</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:38:10.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My world, my rules</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my world, everything is played by my rules. You enter at your own risk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-6270180201816111546</id><published>2007-02-06T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:05:45.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO!!! IT'S ALL OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire semester seems to be the most exhausting as of yet. Tests, projects, exams... Eveything came one thing after another. During the study week, I had EOF on Monday, UCCD and MPP on Tuesday and right after that, PFP. I seriously think that the school loves to torture students... Study week is supposed to be a week for students to study for exams. Keyword here is study. Don't make us waste our precious study time by throwing tests after tests at us! Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... It's over! *throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking back on that week makes me shudder. MPP was a killer. It drained so much of my energy... Thank goodness it didn't come out too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the exams. Wooh... Despite giving it my best shot, I don't think it was enough... I sure hope that my GPA won't drop too much... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use crying over spilt milk I say! I shall not think about it anymore! No sirree! *throws exam notes (especially EOF notes!) into a bonfire and dances a victory jig around it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now that it's finally over, I have 9 full weeks of vacation! Woah! I just don't know what to do with so much yet so little time! It's too much for rest, yet too short for me to find a job. Jobs require longer commitment. I don't think I'll be able to get a job for 9 weeks right? Sigh... I guess I'll just have to be a Scrooge and save every penny that I have now. Anyone wants to recommend a job to me? Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, anyone knows the name of the cutest boy that I've seen in school? And it's not Thomas, Poh Ying! I'll tell your Ran Fei about your secret crush alright! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... That's all that I've the brain cells for... I'm gonna sleep after watching my favourite show. War and Beauty! Good nitey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gao ci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-6270180201816111546?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6270180201816111546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=6270180201816111546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/6270180201816111546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/6270180201816111546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2007/02/woohoo-its-all-over.html' title='WOOHOO!!! IT&apos;S ALL OVER!!!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-116771917291681342</id><published>2007-01-02T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:26:12.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2007!!!</title><content type='html'>First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2007! A brand new year! Let's all celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Enough of my enthusiasm. I know I havn't been blogging for quite some time now. When I finaaly made up my mind to post an entry, I got sick. Sick as in ill. Yup, I'm still ill. Coughing my lungs out now... Urgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to cancel all my plans for the weekend because of this nasty bug. Headaches, back aches and cough. Eeeww... I spent the new year being sick in bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with my griping, what am I to blog about today? Hmm... Hmmm... Hmmmm...... I really have no idea. It's like my mind is blank. Or maybe I just have no energy left for my brain cells. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll just crawl back into bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-116771917291681342?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/116771917291681342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=116771917291681342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116771917291681342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116771917291681342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-2007.html' title='Happy New Year 2007!!!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-116619020208918012</id><published>2006-12-16T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:46:09.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh... Those Korean words didn't come out quite the way they were suppose to, but never mind... I'm too lazy to change them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-116619020208918012?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/116619020208918012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=116619020208918012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116619020208918012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116619020208918012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/12/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-116619006741323786</id><published>2006-12-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:45:19.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>李俊基 이준기</title><content type='html'>이준기 이준기 이준기 이준기 이준기&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take my mind off a sad sad event so I joined my mum in watching 미 이 걸. If you want to know what it is, go check up the Korean dictionary. Or you could take the short cut and check out your nearest VCD shop. 이준기 is the absolute cutest, handsomest (I made up that word) and sweetest man in the world. Sigh! I've made him my newest consort. Sorry 지 훈. You'll still be my boyfriend alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... I seem to have a thing for Korean men. 이준기 and 주 지 훈. Sigh! Two very adorable men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright. Enough gushing about men. While the men on screen can be very mesmerising, in reality, a lot of them are just plain jerks and assholes. However, I'll admit there are still a rare few good ones out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's the last day of school for this year! Woohoo! I desperately need to rest and recuperate. Yay! But there are still days that I'll have to go back to school... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... I love the holidays! And I absolutely adore Christmas! (Hint hint!) Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I think I'll go and sleep 40 hours or so now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-116619006741323786?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/116619006741323786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=116619006741323786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116619006741323786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116619006741323786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='李俊基 이준기'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-116524592350592013</id><published>2006-12-04T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:25:23.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospices are such dreadful places...</title><content type='html'>Only 1 out of 10 patients ever make it out of the hospice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-116524592350592013?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/116524592350592013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=116524592350592013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116524592350592013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116524592350592013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/12/hospices-are-such-dreadful-places.html' title='Hospices are such dreadful places...'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-116514091618699406</id><published>2006-12-03T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:15:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sunday in a long while</title><content type='html'>Havn't blogged in a long while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between running to the hospital and the many projects, I havn't really had the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the stress, or maybe it's just me. But I've been feeling down these few days. I've talked to PS dear about a couple of things, and perhaps... Sigh... I shall not bare my inner thoughts here. It's just too embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't help but mope. I need to keep up my spirits! I think I shall make myself busy. Maybe exhaustion will keep the sadness away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... This seems to be a really depressing entry. I'll change the topic and yak about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... It's been quite a week. The 23rd, that's two weeks ago, was my birthday. I'm 18! Yay... At the stroke of 12, midnight, I entered Gotham, and spent my birthday in a club. Thanks to Pat, Xiaolin, Eleine, Lynette and Joyce(XL's friend). Thanks babes! It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that evening was also spent working on a project. AM project, if I'm not wrong. And also at the hospital. What a way to celebrate your birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the weekend was also spent doing projects. Sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday came and went. I think it was spent working on AM and MPP again. But then, I can't really remember. Tuesday came. The 28th. Happy belated 18th birthday to Michelle, Daryl and Henry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked throughout the night and slept for an hour. But XL had it worse. She didn't even manage to catch a wink. Thanks babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. AM and MPP submission and presentation. My stress lessened considerably after that. Whew... After GEMs, I went to do my duty for a CCA talk cum interview. It was for SIA. Cabin crew recruitment. Future air stewards and stewardesses. I was charged with the task of checking the girls for the height requirement. I think many of them thought I was a stewardess myself. Probably because of my hair. It was all pinned up because of the presentation in the morning. The interviews went on to about 6 or 7pm. Then, I went to visit my grandma again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday evening was spent with my grandma again. Friday was a rest day. I unwound with my dears; PS, Fio and Val; Daddy; ZL; and nephew; Daniel; at a club. I don't think they had fun though. I think we'll go somewhere less... er... less dancing-involved next time ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Yesterday was spent partly at home, with my grandma, and at Marina Square. I finally managed to get Michelle's present. Sorry babe! You've got to wait a while more. Your present is particularly difficult. Everything I chose was out of stock. Tong will have to collect it for me. I promise you'll get it by Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, it's Sunday today. I'm supposed to be doing Spec Dip, AM and that little article for Ccoms. So that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-116514091618699406?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/116514091618699406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=116514091618699406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116514091618699406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116514091618699406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunday-in-long-while.html' title='A sunday in a long while'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-116391181989789682</id><published>2006-11-19T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T12:50:19.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee whiz</title><content type='html'>You would have thought that since it's the end of CA week I would be free to laze around in the house. But no! I still have an Essentials of Finance presentation to prepare for! Sigh... Now I've got to make my way to PY's place to do the presentation slides. Triple sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's the 19th of November already! It's week 9 next week! Time sure does fly fast! I remember the semester starting not too long ago and it's already more than half the semester... I guess it's because there's so much work to do that we don't take note of the dates. It's better this way, because I'm so looking forward to the hols! Woohoo! Christmas is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday, I was arguing with my eldest son, XM. He is also a Taoist and we were at Yoshinoya. (I think that's how it's spelt) We were going to watch a movie and he was having dinner. So since my younger son did not have any opinions as to where to eat, we went with XM's choice. I said that I wanted to eat a plate of beef and he went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XM: *gasp* You can eat beef?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah... Why can't I eat beef?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XM: You are not supposed to eat beef. It's against your religion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh! No! I'm Taoist, not Buddhist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XM: I'm Taoist also! I don't eat beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: My whole family is Taoist and we eat beef...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it went on and on until I got sick of it and changed the topic. And I ate the plate of beef anyway. Can someone tell me whether Taoists can eat beef? And tell XM also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the three of us went to watch Casino Royale. I have to say that though the new James Bond, Daniel Craig, is not as handsome and charming as Pierce Brosnan, he has a fantastic body! Woah! It's totally sculpted. Very yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was nice too. A very different portrayal of Bond. He was not the perfect, debonair Bond yet. He was still working the ropes up to the Bond that we have come to know and love. (Maybe the love part was for women only. Bond is probably a figure that men know and admire.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it. I've got to move my sorry ass to PY's place now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Wiedersehen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-116391181989789682?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/116391181989789682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=116391181989789682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116391181989789682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116391181989789682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/11/gee-whiz.html' title='Gee whiz'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-116351333984281342</id><published>2006-11-14T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:19:23.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates updates</title><content type='html'>I'm here updating my blog on request by Ms Kwa although she didn't ask me to update personally. But I read your personal message on MSN Ms Kwa... I know you are bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's the CA aka MST week. Therefore people are hard at work studying, and therefore, too busy to update their blogs. Except me. I'm taking a tiny little break from studying and am responding to ahem... Ms Kwa's ahem... little comment, and therefore am here updating my blog. Here! See! I'm updating my blog Ms Kwa! Happy? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read the two paragraphs above and realised I've talked about updating my blog without actually updating it. I mean like I've been beating about the bush. I'll cut the crap and get to updating. Oops... I did it again. (No! I'm not turning into Britney Spears, I meant that I've talked about updating again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's get down to the meat. What have I been up to? Hmm... Let me recall... Oo! I attended my uncle's wedding in Singapore. It's sounds ridiculous right? I'm right here in Singapore, of course I'll be attending the wedding in Singapore. But I'm not being stupid (not referring to you Wantong...), it's because my uncle is marrying a Thai wife. Yup! So he has to register his marriage in Singapore, as well as Thailand. I've already attended the one in Thailand, so I attended the one in Singapore on Sunday. And went to witness his registry on Monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a simple affair. Nothing lavish, a small family dinner at a restaurant. My sis and I got so bored that we started to take photos of ourselves. Well, that could also be because we are narcisstic in nature. But let's not speculate about our characters and say that it was boredom that drove us to have this mini photoshoot. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1459.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1452.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1449.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1464.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1459.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG1459.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1452.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG1452.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1464.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG1464.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a sample of what we took that night. I'm too modest to put everything up. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get back to studying MLE. It is the middle of the CA week Ms Kwa. You've got to forgive us! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-116351333984281342?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/116351333984281342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=116351333984281342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116351333984281342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116351333984281342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/11/updates-updates_116351333984281342.html' title='Updates updates'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-116317865248146642</id><published>2006-11-11T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:10:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-learning? *puke*</title><content type='html'>E-learning totally sucks! No offence Ms Kwa/ Ms Nga, but it really does suck. It's like more assignments in one week than the 8 weeks before added up. And worse still, we still have to go back to school on some days and do projects on others. Who can find the time to do the assignments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck! I'm totally put off by e-learning. Thank god (not referring to you Poh Ying!) I've managed to rush through some of them. *heave a big sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that dreadful topic, let's get on to happier ones. Like this year's Storyfest. Hahaha... It was fun to see everyone back in school again. I had fun or more appropriately, a few laughs, on that day. And they have nothing to do with the events of the day. It was more of a girly triumph over men sort of thing. Hahaha... I won't spell it all out, if not the person in question may suffer repercussions from the almighty MOE or maybe even the law. But, what the hell, thinking back about it still makes me gigglish, if there's such a word. A certain Mr E. was very cute indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I had another mini Strawberry outing on Wednesday. It was for a valid reason! We wanted to celebrate 2 persons' birthdays, my son, XM, and my niece's, KM. The most unfortunate and perhaps the funniest thing was that the 2 persons in question were unable to make it for the outing at the very last minute. And everyone had already prepared the food and drinks. So we went on with the outing. Hehe... No point wasting the food right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG1374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG1342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/untitled9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/untitled9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/untitled8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/untitled8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/untitled15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/untitled15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/untitled25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/untitled25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I look bitchy in the photos. But you all should know me by now. It's almost natural... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else is there to blog about? Hmm... The meeting I had just now? Nah... Nothing much came out of it. But John! You suck! Pig! MCP! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that I can think of at the moment. The only stuff that keeps revolving in my mind are the upcoming CAs... Boohoohoo! *sniff sniff* Need to get cracking already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-116317865248146642?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/116317865248146642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=116317865248146642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116317865248146642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116317865248146642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/11/e-learning-puke.html' title='E-learning? *puke*'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-116221688541112623</id><published>2006-10-30T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:01:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/282405777_c70223251e_m.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really busy right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got many two projects due this week, namely MPP and UCCD. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week was a really enjoyable one. I went for a Strawberry outing on Friday. It was fantastic! It was a birthday cum welcome party. Oh! Happy belated and advanced birthday to Andy and Valentia! I hope you two had a great time last Friday too! *muack muack* And welcome to the Strawberry family, Daryl and Daniel! We'll have loads of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1148.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG1148.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG1158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG1231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG1173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG1173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for the US trip chalet reunion on Saturday. (Or is it reunion chalet? Hmm... Never mind, you get the idea anyway.) So we had a blast there too! I did a lot of barbequeing... And I invented a new dish! Cheese nuggets! It was a hot favourite that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/282400905_0b83361e61_m.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/282400905_0b83361e61_m.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/282399355_3c6f8092a6_m.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/282399355_3c6f8092a6_m.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/282404304_6aa3f3b147_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/282404304_6aa3f3b147_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/282373291_e39d9d185e_m.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/282373291_e39d9d185e_m.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then guess what! Whenever there is a chalet and Elf, you will inevitably end up doing something... Yup! I went night biking! Again! This time it was to Changi Village. All the way from Pasir Ris Park and back! Whew! It was super exhausting! I started out on a tandem bike with Pat, but she screamed so much that we changed to single bikes after 10 minutes or so... Don't deny it Pat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after biking, the girls had a session in the room. I found out that Brillyn has a fetish for taking pictures of my boobs... Before you think that it's porn, I shall clarify that they are pictures of me fully clothed! Just more focused on certain areas... And I will not show any of those pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after the chalet, I went to Pat's place to do the MPP project. Sigh... I'll be seeing more of her, Poh Ying, Michelle, Xiaolin and Eleine over the next few weeks... We've got many more projects to slog out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh... I think I had better get back to doing my work before I get too tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-116221688541112623?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/116221688541112623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=116221688541112623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116221688541112623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116221688541112623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/10/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-116128150188296943</id><published>2006-10-20T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T02:11:41.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh! Frustrations</title><content type='html'>Stupid tagboard! It's been giving me problems recently, and I'm a computer idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the account that I'm practically IT illiterate, I changed the entire tagboard by patronising another tag board provider (if that is the appropriate name to call it). I just don't know how to fix it! Anyways, cBox seems more reliable. Hopefully I can have a longer relationship with it. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been getting fatter. Pigging out everyday. I'm practically waddling around! Urgh! I must go on a strict diet! No sweet drinks and cut down on carbs! I must find some time to go jogging also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valedictions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-116128150188296943?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/116128150188296943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=116128150188296943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116128150188296943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116128150188296943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/10/urgh-frustrations.html' title='Urgh! Frustrations'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-116092633737167818</id><published>2006-10-15T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:32:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as a bee...</title><content type='html'>Gosh! It sure has been an animal farm at school. I mean like it's been busy everyday. I think the lecturers have a grudge against us. They've been working us to the bone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, my poly forum and CCA peeps are also starting their meetings again. Woah! I'll never be able to breathe. Not I particularly want to... The haze is getting from bad to worse... I think we'll all die of lung cancer one day, and Wan Tong is right. Haze does make you break out more. Stupid oops... sorry Wan Tong... idiotic haze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to other things... Script writing is erm... erm... alright? Oo... We're going to watch The Departed for it! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other modules are not bad. Got Phyllis Peters again, she's funny. And we've got Ms Nga! Yay! Too bad Ms Kwa is not teaching us... Wah... I miss Ms Kwa!&lt;br /&gt;(Don't cry when you read this Ms Kwa! Hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to talk about? Oh! I have a new son! I mean in the Strawberry family. Not that I've gone and done a Maia and became a single mum. Hopefully,  I'll never be in that position, I don't think I can manage a child all on my own. Hats off to single mums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-116092633737167818?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/116092633737167818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=116092633737167818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116092633737167818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/116092633737167818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy-as-bee.html' title='Busy as a bee...'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115980817274558901</id><published>2006-10-02T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:56:12.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>Yoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ya all! I'm back! Queen Jo is back from the US trip, the SPAC2GO camp and the poly forum! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know... It's already into the second week of school and I'm still talking about the hols, but hey! I've been busy! I'm always busy anyways, so it probably makes no difference. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said, the hols have been busy. Busy but fun! The US trip was not bad! The places we visited were fantastic! It was an absolute blast! I took millions and millions of pictures! I did compile them into an album, anyone interested can come to my place for a look. I'm not going to lug it to school again! But here's a few of the pictures I took on the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/DSC03135.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/DSC03135.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/DSC03325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/DSC03325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/DSC03181.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/DSC03181.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to load too many pics... Too lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/GoldenGateBridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/GoldenGateBridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG0825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG0845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful right! Both the photos and the people in the photos! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my flight from Taipei touched down at 2pm, I was at the year 1 camp in school by 6pm. Woah! I also wonder why I'm so crazy... Hahaha! I'm sure there are many photos from the camp too, but I've not downloaded them from the site yet. So no pics from camp here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the camp, I rested for a couple of days and packed my bag for Poly Forum 2006. Whew! I made it in time and again I took a gazillion photos! Hehehe! It was super! I had loads of fun! I even made it on the newspaper and on Chinese news... Not that it's a good thing because I look like a hippo on the photos they took! Urgh! I could not help it! They fed us like we were a starving African nation at the forum! Anyways, here are the highlights of the forum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG0885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG0888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG0927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG0908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! That is in fact Evangeline! All dolled up! Hehe! Everyone should all just save these pictures and paste it all over the club room! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the hols already. I've been back to school for one week already, but I can't seem to adapt to it yet. It's not about the early mornings, because god knows how early I've been getting up during the hols. Always rushing about, not a minute to breathe. I guess I just didn't get enough rest during the hols, so I've got to take it a bit easier, a bit longer to get back in form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been a week and the old problems are resurfacing... You need to be more honest and gutsy. I ain't apologising...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aloha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115980817274558901?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115980817274558901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115980817274558901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115980817274558901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115980817274558901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/10/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115679492821079356</id><published>2006-08-29T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T03:55:28.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee!!!</title><content type='html'>Whee! I won Saufi in two arguments and probably killed him in the ambush attack set up by Pat. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must admit that your brain has to work at lightning speed when it comes to arguing, so fortunately, my brain was still functioning well enough to fend and engage in battle at that time. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite hilarious actually. I think I was attacking Saufi in one window and Pat was attacking him from another, so when she added me into her window, he must have felt a bit relieved. But unfortunately for him, that also meant it was two against one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can't beat two women, especially if they are me and Pat, as much as we don't want to admit it, we are the two worst people you want to meet when you are in an argument. So it was natural that he lost the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the rest of the day... Oo! There was the meeting for the treasure hunt and nightwalk! Muahahahaha! It's going to be a very fun camp! Extremely exciting! I just can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, I went for a Strawberry family outing. Well, only half the family went, but nonetheless, it was fun! We went to IKEA. Hehe... We wanted to go to Redhill at first, but Redhill always fails us. It was closed and cordoned off! So since I wanted to go to IKEA, we shifted the outing there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast at IKEA. First we had lunch, I had their Swedish meatballs as usual. Oolala! It was scrumptious! (Andy! Photos please!) Daddy had spaghetti, so did Da dear and Xiao dear. Xiao xiao dear had fish and chips and Andy had some noodles which I cannot put a name to. Then Xiao dear and Andy had dessert. I promise to upload the photos the next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went shopping and took many crazy photos. Again, I promise to upload the photos in the next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez... I think I shall continue this in my next entry. When I get the photos from Andy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Men... Promises are meant to be kept! Send me the photos soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115679492821079356?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115679492821079356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115679492821079356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115679492821079356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115679492821079356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/08/whee.html' title='Whee!!!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115669888612409991</id><published>2006-08-28T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:14:46.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion... Maybe I'm reading it all wrong</title><content type='html'>I just can't wait! 6 more days! Yay! I'm doing a count down! Whoopee! Yay yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be fun, no matter how much it costs. Everyone is worried that Pat and I will start a bitch fight though... Hahaha! Don't worry peeps! I'll be nice! I'm on holiday mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, residential is postponed... Sigh... I know it's not Fit's fault. Don't worry about it Fit! We will start on it one day! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways with residential postponed, I'll have Tuesday and Thursday free! I don't know whether I should be happy or sad about it... On one hand it'll mean that I can relax, on the other, I don't have plans on what to do with two free days. Anyone wants to watch a movie with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... My moods been on a roller coaster ride lately again. PY said that if you reach the ultimate point of sadness you'll suddenly be very happy. I don't know about that, but I think I should try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shake myself out of this irritating bout of sadness that has descended upon me. I'm not someone who glories in being sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps self* There! I must think of something nice to make myself happy. What can I think of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! My Strawberry family is having an outing after the nightwalk meeting tomorrow! Strawberry outing plus nightwalk planning! Both psych me up! Yay! I can't wait to experience the nightwalk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! The year one camp has been brought forward one day! Pre-camp is on the 12th, and the camp will be from the 13th to 15th. That means that after arriving back in Singapore on the 11th at noon, I have to be at camp at 8am immediately the next day! I wonder if I can even wake myself up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must believe that I can! After all, I'm Wonder Jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Men are clueless...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Interpret the signs on your own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115669888612409991?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115669888612409991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115669888612409991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115669888612409991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115669888612409991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/08/confusion-maybe-im-reading-it-all.html' title='Confusion... Maybe I&apos;m reading it all wrong'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115653054093487471</id><published>2006-08-26T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T02:29:00.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A breather</title><content type='html'>Whew! The exams are finally, I repeat, finally over! Yay! Woohoo! *throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so relieved that the exams are over! No more intensive studying! No more panic attacks in the middle of the night! And no more fast food! I was getting so sick of Mac's, BK and Popeyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally take a breather for a bit. Ahhh... It feels so good to even think about relaxing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to let my holidays be spoilt by thinking or contemplating how I fared in the four papers that I've sat for. It's no point crying over spilt milk. I'll just have to pull up my socks and be extra serious next semester. Jia you Jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PY, Mich and I got free Haagen Daz (is that how you spell it?) ice creams today!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Thanks to a certain person whom I shall not name to protect his/her identity. Thanks H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the strawberry cheesecake cone, Mich had the summer berry cone and PY had a 'love bits' cone. Hmm... It sounds a bit kinky but it is actually not! I can assure you that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/ABCD0009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/ABCD0009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually 8 small scoops of ice cream in a cone. 8 different flavours all in one cone! Isn't it cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the ice creams were delicious! Yummy! Scrumptious! Thanks again H! *muack muack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Are you going to ask me or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodle-lo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115653054093487471?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115653054093487471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115653054093487471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115653054093487471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115653054093487471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/08/breather.html' title='A breather'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115532114588413037</id><published>2006-08-12T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T02:32:25.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blangah red... oops... black alert!!!</title><content type='html'>Eee! I had another weird man encounter today... A blangah this time. Do I look like Aishwarya Rai to you? I wish I do... But sadly I am not. So why did this happen to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite funny at first. Ok, funny is not the right word, but it was not scary in the beginning. This was what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at T1 waiting for the skytrain, sitting on the chair unprovocatively. Then in the middle of my conversation with PY and her friend Degon, I noticed a man who was staring at me. I glanced to my left and saw that he was entirely focused on me. I turned back to continue my conversation thinking that it was entirely coincidental, but no! He just kept staring at me throughout the entire five minute wait for the skytrain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the train arrived. My 'admirer' stood up and ran his fingers through his hair like some imitation Elvis Presley. I nearly laughed out when I saw him do this. But I held on to my composure and herded PY and Degon to the other door hoping that the distance would put him off. Unfortunately, the train was not very crowded and I was kept in plain view. I asked PY and Degon to check whether he was still looking at me and they affirmed that he was! By this time, I started to freak out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a period of time that seemed like hours to me, the train pulled into T2. I rushed out of it, hoping to outrun my 'admirer'. It was to no avail, he was simply too fast. He swaggered past me, probably in another attempt to impress me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored him, and walked towards the direction of the MRT station. Then I saw him going down the escalator to the MRT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I forced PY and Degon to wait for the train to depart. We only went down to the MRT station when I thought the coast was clear. Unfortunately, he was still there! I was majorly freaked out by this point in time and I made the two of them wait for me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally boarded the train after I saw that he was safely seated in the train. I did not want to trust my chances so I went into a cabin that was as far away from him as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ends here, I managed to lose him in the train and I hope never ever to see this Blangah ever again! It's not that I am racist, it's probably because of the cultural background I've been brought up with. My gran always told me not to wander off on my own if not the abn2   would come and take me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One disturbing observation of my WM encounters... They almost always have something to do with the MRT! The government could take note of this! Are MRTs the new breeding place for SMs (Sex Maniac, not Senior Minister)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks PY, Diwei and Degon for the concern! I am safely at home! This entry should attest to my safe return home! So *muack* Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was written by a bimbo and the bimbo is not liable for any consequences that might arise from reading this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115532114588413037?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115532114588413037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115532114588413037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115532114588413037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115532114588413037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/08/blangah-red-oops-black-alert.html' title='Blangah red... oops... black alert!!!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115506009608574847</id><published>2006-08-09T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T02:06:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead</title><content type='html'>I'm back from the land of the dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not dead, but close to it. I managed to complete all three of my CAs in two days! DMA was the most time consuming. I did it from Saturday, 6am, all the way to Sunday, about 8pm. Almost all by myself! I am so proud of myself! Thanks for the flash movies Pat! I would never have been able to create anything on flash if I was left to my own devices. Hahaha... I am a flash idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After handing in everything on Monday, I felt so relieved! Woohoo! I just hope that my lack of sleep did not compromise the quality of my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handing in MMR was equally exciting! Ok ok, exciting is not the right word, but you know what I mean. My group,or rather the four of us who were present, went bonkers then. Here's some evidence of our mental instability...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/ABCD0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/ABCD0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/ABCD0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/ABCD0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/ABCD0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/ABCD0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/ABCD0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/ABCD0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, we went crazy! We had a 'report presentation ceremony' in Ms Kwa's room and we had some other DMC students to take our pictures with Ms Kwa. Hahaha... I think they must have felt that we were ridiculous, but they were nice enough to tolerate our nonsense! In the last picture, don't you think that I look more like the lecturer than Ms Kwa? Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get cracking on LSC, ConB, OM and MMR now. *sniff sniff* So many papers to study for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I was not Wonderwoman? Would it make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy National Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/ABCD0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115506009608574847?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115506009608574847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115506009608574847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115506009608574847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115506009608574847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the dead'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115444531352300224</id><published>2006-08-01T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:17:49.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting into the mood...</title><content type='html'>Been listless lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around the school, dead on my feet. Slacking on the benches, sleeping like a log. Instead of working on my projects which seem to be piling up, I end up sprawled on the benches. When I wake up, I see everyone else sleeping too. Maybe it's a bug, it just seems to me that all of us are not in the mood to work. Or maybe, it's just that lack of sleep has caught up with us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading the Strawberry blog quite often lately. With new additions to the family, the new bloods have been updating the blog. Just read my nephew's entry and reread my son's entry. They are so cute! Thanks boys! You've both given me a burst of energy to start cracking. I've got lots to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of school projects on hand:&lt;br /&gt;1. MMR due this Friday!&lt;br /&gt;2. DMA due Monday&lt;br /&gt;3. FW, 1200 to 1500 words, due Monday as well&lt;br /&gt;4. C&amp;amp;C, 800 word concept paper, due... Guess! Yes! Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be supremely relieved after Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get into the mood to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm... On to affairs of the heart. Let's just say, I'm confused. Well, they do say that actions speak louder than words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115444531352300224?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115444531352300224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115444531352300224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115444531352300224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115444531352300224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/08/getting-into-mood.html' title='Getting into the mood...'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115384510357103256</id><published>2006-07-26T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:31:44.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting fatter day by day</title><content type='html'>I am seriously getting fatter day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the stress. Or maybe it's because my house is stocked full of food. I don't know why but every time I come home, I start to raid the fridge. I've analysed this and the funny thing is that I don't feel hungry, I just feel like tasting something. *frowns* Conclusion! I must go on a diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is just one side of me. What I want to say is that, people should never assume they know me very well. The name 'bimbo' was given by that group and I have been using that as part of my mask to face people ever since. This mask drops when I'm with people I trust and just because some other people see another side of me, they think I have changed. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a bitch. I bitch, so what? You think you are any better than me? At least I don't pretend that I am oh-so-nice and I admit that I am not a nice person. Come on! You can try to retaliate, but think about who you are facing. It's the queen bitch and the queen bitch is much worse than you think you can handle. Seriously, what can you do to me? You have no social power or connections except perhaps in your own happy little group. You are just something I have to tolerate and don't think about standing me down. You'll never win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've suddenly lost interest in something eversince Saturday. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you are wondering whether it is your fault, truth is partially yes. You can pretend to go on like nothing has happened. But I really felt betrayed. I assumed you were guilty because you didn't dare tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115384510357103256?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115384510357103256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115384510357103256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115384510357103256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115384510357103256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-fatter-day-by-day.html' title='getting fatter day by day'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115314289816805793</id><published>2006-07-17T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:28:18.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more weeks of endurance</title><content type='html'>Just a few more weeks to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambatte! Jia you! Azar azar hi ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself exhausted after each day. Even throughout the day, I am tired. Not a very good sign. I desperately need some energy. Thank god for people like Tong Tong who make my day. Speaking of Tong Tong, she did something extremely hilarious in class today. Because of her, I laughed till tears came to my eyes. I can't do details because some people have yet to know about this magic trick, but trust me! It was really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Pirates of the Carribean with Mich, Glen and Michael yesterday! Johnny I love you! Hehe... Here's my take on the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite confusing. The story line that is. They introduced many new characters, each playing a part in the story but I felt that while they were involved in the development of the story, they were not crucial to it. So I don't think they should have cluttered the viewer's mind with too many details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humour wise, not very good. I think there was less comedy in this movie. The director should have given Johnny more screen time, more parts where Johnny could have displayed his acting skills. Johnny is an extremely talented actor, and in this movie, he was unable to bring out more of the unique character of Jack Sparrow because there was too little in terms of story development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not everything about Pirates of the Carribean: The Dead Man's Chest was bad. The action, sword fights and effects were brilliant. Keira Knightley, Orlando Bloom and of course, dear Johnny, looked fantastic. Overall, 2.5 stars! A must watch if you want to understand the next sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ms Kwa, was that movie review worthy of your class? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to all those who havn't watched The Dead Man's Chest, don't be put off by my review. I may be a bit harsh because I am a really avid fan and I just feel disappointed when the movie fell short of my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to more mundane matters, spec dip was quite fun again today. *gasp* Shocking! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! We played childhood games during class that's why! I felt like a child once more! Anyone want to play zero-point with me? Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy brought back pizza and drumlets again... As little as my family eats, there are leftovers, so I'll have pizza for lunch tomorrow. Not that I am complaining. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing my OM now. Gotta send Sitze all of it by 10 tonight! *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lord! I am turning into a bimbo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115314289816805793?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115314289816805793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115314289816805793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115314289816805793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115314289816805793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/07/few-more-weeks-of-endurance.html' title='A few more weeks of endurance'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115277655737442780</id><published>2006-07-13T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T16:00:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally tired</title><content type='html'>I'm just tired emotionally. Tired of being angry. Tired of being sad. Tired of worrying. Just plain tired. Am I hitting menopause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am emotionally drained. The only thing that keeps me alive is my heart beating. If it stops, I don't think I'll even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to someone about all this. I want to have someone to lean on. But my mum is ignoring me and I can't bring myself talk to her about certain issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Now even Suzanne gives me more bad news. Damn! I'll never score well for her module. I'm starting to hate FW a whole lot. Can I breakdown in class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the only module I will do really badly in. And the ironic thing, I like writing. I just don't know why I am doing so badly for this module. Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should move on to another topic before I go mad. FW sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days was an emotional rollercoaster ride. Anger, sadness, fury, depression. I think I deserve an Oscar for my performance in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line between friendship and animosity is thin. Don't cross it please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to trust anymore. Thank god for PY. Like you said, let's 'bai tuo xie lao' together. Hahaha. That will be Brokeback Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valedictions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115277655737442780?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115277655737442780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115277655737442780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115277655737442780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115277655737442780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/07/emotionally-tired.html' title='Emotionally tired'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115254768171762627</id><published>2006-07-11T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:08:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very VERY eventful day</title><content type='html'>Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!Urgh! I think I am some magnet for weird men! Seriously! Do I have the 'weird men come fall in love with me' look? It's not once, not twice, not thrice, not even four times! This sort of thing has happened to me many times this year! I think that the chinese zodiac thing that said that dragons have offended the deities this year is true! Let me recall how many of these experiences I have encountered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. City hall to Bugis train pervert&lt;br /&gt;2. A certain fugly colleague&lt;br /&gt;3. Peter the old freaky guy at Ang Mo Kio&lt;br /&gt;4. A 28 year old guy I surveyed because of MMR!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Chee ko pek on the train on 1st July&lt;br /&gt;6. Indian man at Tanah Merah today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just the more frightening incidents. I was so scared just now! It was the first time I really saw the possibility of myself getting raped! Never ever has a man frightened me so much! It is just freaky! I refuse to be frightened like a bimbo! Eeww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to happier or not so frightening things, C&amp;C was quite interesting today. Well, at least the last half an hour was. We were supposed to bring something from our childhood to class today. I didn't know because I didn't go for the previous lesson, but luckily, my wallet is a treasure trove of photos. So I used my primary school library card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Mr Loh asked us to write the life story of the object. Here's my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first came into existence when St. Anthony's Canossian Primary decided to make library cards for their girls. A photographer took a picture of a very cute girl named Joanne and it became part of me. I was laminated and given to Joanne. Joanne used me often. She was a little bookworm and so she visited the library often. She borrowed many books so I had to be used very often. She became so attached to me that I became part of her wallet's contents even as she grew older and there was no use for me. She took me out often to show her friends her primary school photo. I enjoy letting her do that because she does in fact look very cute in the photo. And today, she wrote my life story. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I copied it word for word, even the smiley face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo! I bought something from Arisha( Sorry I don't know how to spell your name correctly!!! ) I'll show you all tomorrow. I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMA CA3 over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115254768171762627?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115254768171762627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115254768171762627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115254768171762627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115254768171762627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/07/very-very-eventful-day.html' title='A very VERY eventful day'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115178297929413813</id><published>2006-07-02T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T03:42:59.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depression threatens to set over me,,,</title><content type='html'>I am just so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of what, only one person knows. Thank god for her, if not I think I'll really just sink into a depression immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I really fickle minded? I don't know what to think... It's just so confusing! I hate beating around the bush! Be honest and straighforward! It'll save me much more emotion and effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! I think I shouldn't dwell on depressing matters, it's bad for your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch Silent Hill today with Mich and some poly forum people. The ending got me all confused. I didn't really watch the show between hiding under my shawl and studying the movie effects. DVPA is bad for you! It just kills your innocent movie-going mind! Just kidding Ms Kwa! I really love DVPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Mich and I went shopping! Retail therapy is good! I felt so relaxed after spending some money. *Gasp!* Is this a bad sign according to psychatrists? Am I going to get addicted to this feeling? Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I did that... The urge to be dramatic and bimbotic just rose in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! We had a very late dinner after that thanks to Glen and Alex! *Glowers at them accusingly* Hehe... Just kidding! I really don't blame you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! I just remembered! People! Try to catch the korean Channel Q or was it Q Channel? Anyway, try to catch it because DMC 2A03 will be in one of the episodes! Hahaha! I'll be a star! Yay! A star! *Someone comes in with a needle and bursts my bubble* Ok... Alright... Nobody shoots to fame in one TV episode, especially an educational one. But, a girl can dream right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll turn in now. It's 3.40am already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115178297929413813?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115178297929413813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115178297929413813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115178297929413813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115178297929413813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/07/depression-threatens-to-set-over-me.html' title='depression threatens to set over me,,,'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115150429370066231</id><published>2006-06-28T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:18:13.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School sucks!!!</title><content type='html'>Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks! Yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been back in school for only three days and I'm tired of it already. The hols were not like hols. You are supposed to rest and get your energy back during the hols! Newsflash! That's the purpose of the hols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some major thinking the other day. As I was bathing at 3am on Monday(Yes! 3am and school starts at 8!), I started to wonder why I had to stay up into the wee hours of the morning to complete my assignments. Then it struck me! Like Newton discovering gravity, I suddenly understood! So here's what I came up with after being enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Studies should come first!&lt;br /&gt;2. CCA is only CCA! I should put CCA as a second priority not the first!&lt;br /&gt;3. I am not Wonderwoman! Not a superwoman, not a woman of steel, and I must try to remember that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you might think that this is crazy, and I should get a life. You are entitled to your opinions but I will stick to mine. I havn't changed a single bit so don't avoid me after reading this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115150429370066231?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115150429370066231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115150429370066231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115150429370066231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115150429370066231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-sucks.html' title='School sucks!!!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115150098540525569</id><published>2006-06-28T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:23:05.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115150098540525569?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115150098540525569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115150098540525569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115150098540525569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115150098540525569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/06/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-115098875364411910</id><published>2006-06-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:05:53.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary respite from the land of dead</title><content type='html'>Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn't blogged for an eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! I'm back! I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it'll only be temporary. It's a temporary respite that I've given myself. After this, I'll have to go back to the mountain load of work waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm here, I might as well blog my heart out (figuratively speaking only!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly 50 is coming up! 12 July if I'm not wrong. I think I'll probably end up with muscle aches and cramps the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuesta is next. 22 July, a Saturday. At Orchard too! It's just behind Cineleisure. You peeps can come and visit me at that event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo aiyo! Closer to heart, e-learning assignments for MMR, FW, DMA and ConB are due Monday! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat, XL and De... the essay and C&amp;C e-learning assignments are also due then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead! I'm dead! Instead of starting on those assignments, I'm here blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! All this work is getting to me. Assignments, projects and events... I've fallen ill because of the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I don't even have the heart to blog now. I think I'll only feel better if all my work is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-115098875364411910?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115098875364411910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=115098875364411910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115098875364411910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/115098875364411910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/06/temporary-respite-from-land-of-dead.html' title='Temporary respite from the land of dead'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114795651317171095</id><published>2006-05-18T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:48:33.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stressed&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stressed&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;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;STRESSED&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;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:180%;"&gt;STRESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy birthday mum...&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/8181924-114795651317171095?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114795651317171095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114795651317171095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114795651317171095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114795651317171095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/05/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114684908408500824</id><published>2006-05-06T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:11:24.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed up!</title><content type='html'>It's like only the end of the third week of school and I am already super stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to scream, shout and cry all my stress out! Everyday is a battle to stay happy. On the surface, I am a happy little bimbo, but the tension is really getting to me. I think I will go mad soon. If you suddenly see me acting really bimbotic and doing a Jessica Simpson, don't be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to happier topics. I just went shopping just now with Mich, PY, XL, Hoony and Tong Tong. (Don't you all think it sounds like some chinese mafia gang?) I only realised then that I was stressed, because I felt like buying everything I saw. I think I'll probably go back some other day to get that cute black polka dotted hairband I didn't get to buy just now, and the two basic tops from Mango, and that exquiste belt from Far East, and... well, and all the other things I wanted to buy. And I'll have to go bag shopping again. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have not started to watch Long Vacation, this drama series that Ms Kwa was supposed to lend Pat first but I 'stole' it. Sorry Pat! I'll try to finish it as soon as possible! Anyway you can't watch it this weekend because you are at Genting right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo! I watched Singapore Gaga on Thursday with the spec dip class. It was really cute. So Singapore! It reminded me of all the small things that makes Singapore so unique yet as a Singaporean, because you see it daily, you forget all about it. I felt that the movie really reminds you of who you are. With all those government policies that try to make Singapore into a world-class hub of everything, you forget your identity in the struggle to appear jaded and world wreary. (Am I making sense? I told you I am stressed. I sometimes sprout nonsense when I feel this way.) Anyways, I highly recommend the movie to everyone. It will take you back a step and reminds you to stop and smell the roses. (Nonsense again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Chinatown for a field trip next Thursday. I wonder if people on the street will recognise Suzanne... Just to reminds all DMC 2A03 peeps to dress nicely then because Suzanne promised to take a class pic with us then. We can't keep disappointing the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like taking some asparin or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114684908408500824?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114684908408500824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114684908408500824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114684908408500824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114684908408500824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/05/stressed-up.html' title='Stressed up!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114657834704715294</id><published>2006-05-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:59:07.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guidebook to survival in girl world</title><content type='html'>Geez... I don't know why some people just cannot have a life. A social life that is. While I don't pretend to be a socialite, I think that being in a girl's school for 10 years gives me a little insight to the inner tickings of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I've come up with 10 things you need to know if you want to have a social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top 10 things to know for socially inept girls to survive in Girl World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Women control the doors to social acceptance, so never, never, never offend too many women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There will always be the cool girls, somehow it always seems that the cool girls are always popular with guys, but anyway, you should never ever cower in front of the cool crowd. It justs make you seem more pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never ever cry in front of women who have a bad impression of you. It only makes you seem more irritating and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Women generally don't have a good opinion of other women who depend on men to think for them. It just feels degrading and reflects badly on other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Women don't like perfect women. Nobody is perfect! That's not to say we like bitches, but it is important to strike a balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Looks are very important to a woman. Looking dowdy (auntie in the Asian context) just gives you a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When a group of say more than 5 girls have a bad opinion of you, it is important to take note of what they are saying. Never ever make excuses! That is just annoying and will not help you improve your popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There is almost always an outcast in every society. If you do not wish to in that place, make good connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When a girl has her seriously pissed look on and tells you something, never ever laugh it off and pretend it is a joke. It does not show respect for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't ever understimate the power of women. R-E-S-P-E-C-T is important but don't bootlick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DISCLAIMER*&lt;br /&gt;The above is just a single woman's observation and not the opinion of all women. It is subject to every individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of being the bad person. Can someone else fill my place? I may look mean but actually I am an angel! Haha. Not a saint, but certainly, a tiny, little cute angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114657834704715294?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114657834704715294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114657834704715294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114657834704715294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114657834704715294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/05/guidebook-to-survival-in-girl-world.html' title='guidebook to survival in girl world'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114612332746653083</id><published>2006-04-27T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:35:27.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me mean? No! I am nice alright!</title><content type='html'>Do you think I am mean? Me? The sweet and adorable moi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so! I am nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! I am not mean! Even if I am, there must be a cause for me to be so right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was thinking about going for the U.S. study tour and when I made up my mind to go, suddenly, I see a poster for a backpacking trip to London! Ahh! Now I don't know which should I go for! U.S. or London?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S. or London!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! I wish I could go for both! Anyone wants to sponsor me? I'll be super nice to you! I swear I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, it's Thursday again. Specifically, Thursday afternoon. So I am in FW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Suzanne time again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen Elf! He went totally red when he saw her! I mean very, very red! As red as wine! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising actually, that he didn't know that Suzanne was our  tutor. I mean, it's been a whole week. Other classes also know about this and he knows many people from the other classes. How can he not know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thank people from DMC 2A03 for not telling him so that we can see his reaction, and the other people for not spreading the news. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Kwa and Ms Nga came to see Suzanne too! At least, to see her from the classroom beside us. So did you see how good and obedient we were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it's break now Ms Kwa, so I'm not skiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114612332746653083?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114612332746653083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114612332746653083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114612332746653083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114612332746653083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-mean-no-i-am-nice-alright.html' title='Me mean? No! I am nice alright!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114607019927755439</id><published>2006-04-27T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:49:59.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To XXX</title><content type='html'>Yeah right! Like you don't know what is happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so obvious! Like it is poking you in the arse, and you don't know and don't check what is causing you pain. Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is glaringly obvious what is happening right? I mean, come on! Almost everyone is ready to declare war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! I go to school everyday with an open heart and mind, ready to forget everything that has happened, but no! Something has to happen. Something has to be done to make me forget my resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of all this. It is just the second week of the semester and I am tired. I don't want to be tired. When can this stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do something about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest be assured...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114607019927755439?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114607019927755439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114607019927755439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114607019927755439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114607019927755439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-xxx.html' title='To XXX'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114562215888293916</id><published>2006-04-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T20:32:33.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERVERT ALERT!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still a little shocked. It was so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was so scary you ask. Well, I met a pervert just now on the way home. Eww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the way home from Orchard when I encountered this sicko. I had just exited at City Hall, said bye to Pat and boarded the EW line. It was really crowded so when I got caught in the crush I didn't think that the person pressing in from behind was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the train door closed. Being relatively tall, I reached out to hold the top of the rail. A hand from behind me also reached out. It grabbed on to the top of the rail too covering my hand. I moved my hand down, it followed my action. At the same time, I felt a body flattening itself against my back, a warm breathe aginst my neck. I immediately shifted forward. It followed me. Alarm bells started to go off in my head and I began to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shuffled sideways, praying that this ordeal would end soon. Again it followed me. I looked at the hand covering mine and then to the right hoping to get some clue as to the gender of this body. It was a male wearing a red shirt. I almost screamed at that point in time. An urge to stomp my high-heeled feet on the pervert's rose in me. He pressed closer to me. So close that I could feel everything. Everything! I swear he was getting... erm... a... a you-know-what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me, this nightmare ended as quickly as it started. But on the other hand, he alighted at Bugis before I could have stomped on his foot. I took a while to get my nerves under control and resisted the urge to just fling my bag at everyone behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did manage to caught a glimpse of this pervert. Maybe I should go and file a police report. Male, age 18 to early twenties, height at least 1.75m and above, short black cropped hair, last seen wearing a red polo shirt, location, probably still at Bugis or maybe on some other train trying to frighten other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did this have to happen to me! Why! My sis says its because I am wearing a short skirt today. Michelle wears microscopic skirts everyday and I don't see her getting this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to buy some pepper spray or at least higher heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls you are warned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114562215888293916?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114562215888293916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114562215888293916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114562215888293916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114562215888293916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/pervert-alert.html' title='PERVERT ALERT!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114551600812666690</id><published>2006-04-20T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:53:28.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzanne Jung</title><content type='html'>Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Suzanne Jung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne Jung is my Feature Writing tutor! Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked into T2245, the first thing I saw was Rajan. Then! I saw Suzanne Jung! I can't believe it! It's like a real journalist! On TV! Oh my god! She is gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say more except, oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114551600812666690?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114551600812666690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114551600812666690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114551600812666690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114551600812666690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/suzanne-jung.html' title='Suzanne Jung'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114527597053719276</id><published>2006-04-17T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T20:12:51.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school blues</title><content type='html'>It's back to school people! Nothing I do or say can change that fact. Wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate lessons! Boo! I had a really super extremely boring lecture today. Fortunately PY was beside me, unfortunately my talking caught the lecturer's eye and he kept on chiding me. Boo! Your lecture is BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I got to see my beloved classmates, friends and some nice lecturers like Ping-jie and Miss D. Hahaha! We had a gossip session in Ping-jie's and Miss D.'s office. The details are top secret! All that I can reveal is that I must try to create opportunities for Pat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I also had my first SDFTV lesson today at 4! Argh! I was so exhausted by the time it ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found a really cute website from my sis. Check it out &lt;a href="http://flash.cyol.com/product/05121802324416.swf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! You must read the Chinese words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114527597053719276?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114527597053719276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114527597053719276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114527597053719276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114527597053719276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-school-blues.html' title='back to school blues'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114485907760192088</id><published>2006-04-12T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:24:37.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOP!</title><content type='html'>Whew! F.O.P. is finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past three days have definitely been fun! 2006/07 DMC 1A03 rocks! I may be bias because that's the class that I've been facilitating but so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, that class is really fantastic! Did you know they won the SB couple pageant! They went out on Monday to discuss the costumes(the theme for this year is Fantasy) and they came early on Tuesday to dress the couple up. Aww! Aren't they great! I seem to remember DMC03 not even participating last year. Anyways, they are an enthusiastic bunch and are already extremely united. Let's all pray that it will stay this way for the next 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me give you a run-down of the people in there. The first impressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul - pink hair. It's shocking pink man! I think Bryant has some competition here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie - singapore girl-next-door. Really nice and sweet girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selina - sick... Not perverted-sick but sick-sick. I only saw her on the first day because she developed a high fever on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle - bloob-bloob. That's supposed to be the sound of a fish swimming not some censored words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy - quiet boy. Reminds me of Alvin Haw on the first day but not as quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina - crazy skinny girl. I meant it in a nice affectionate way. Reminds me of Michelle Khoo because of her 'skinniness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah - rabbit, because of a game we played on Monday. Really cute bunny ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken - Mr. Late and I-can't-be-bothered. Or maybe he is just shy. I doubt so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zarirn - Mr. SB! Very gentlemanly and sporting. You should have seen him during the pageant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl - Ms. SB! Pretty girl and sporty too. I think she may be joining one of the sports CCAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce - another sporty girl! She and Sheryl looks to become the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph - the gel that bonds the guys. If you hadn't noticed there are 5 guys in this class. He is the gel that bonds the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufian - haha! He can't count. He insisted that he collected 9.39 or something like that today but I counted 2 dollars extra and I had to prove it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jannah - girl who said Elf walked like Charlie Chaplin. Round of applause for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Ling - very, extremely, super-duper quiet girl. I think she only spoke once to me. And it was to tell me that she was in DMC 03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Qian - small money. Haha! That's the translation of her name. It's does not really mean that but it is just pronounced like that. She is another sweet innocent-looking girl, I hope she doesn't turn out to be another Khee Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Ling - quiet girl who looks amazingly alike another Wei Ling I know. I wonder if they are twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wish DMC 1A03 the best of luck and if you people want to buy second-hand textbooks, you know who to come to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Going to K-box on Friday to celebrate Strawberry Dear's birthday and will be going to the Hollerback Crew thing on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMC 2A03, we will survive! See all of you on Monday! School is starting! Whee!&lt;--sarcastic whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114485907760192088?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114485907760192088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114485907760192088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114485907760192088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114485907760192088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/fop.html' title='FOP!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114390267778597740</id><published>2006-04-01T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:44:37.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my 4.6 class reunion. Only a grand total of 11 of us made it. What kind of a class reunion was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we talked about our former form teacher whose name I shall not reveal. It seems like there is a rumour spreading around saying that she may be getting married. Eeps! No offense but I kind of pity the poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Ching Ming, I've got to wake up super early to visit my grandfather's grave. Just thinking about the traffic gives me a headache! Its like an annual appointment you know. Every year we go to Choa Chu Kang, and every year it is the same long queues. I think I recognise the other cars on the road by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end off now. Don't want to bore you all with my complaints about traffic already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valedictions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114390267778597740?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114390267778597740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114390267778597740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114390267778597740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114390267778597740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114371395488359324</id><published>2006-03-30T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:19:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of rest</title><content type='html'>I am taking a Sabbathical today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I., it means that I am having a day of rest today. Why? Because I kind of miss lazing around the house. After all, it's the hols! That is what people do during the hols. And since I am at home, I thought I might as well update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was went to Sentosa on Tuesday to celebrate Rane's birthday. Happy birthday girl! It's the big 2 0! You are old and I am still young! Wonder if that's good or bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics from that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/200/RIMG0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0276.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/200/RIMG0276.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh... the scandals that unfolded throughout the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/200/RIMG0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/200/RIMG0275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/200/RIMG0288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/200/RIMG0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of brokeback mountain, you may want to keep track of these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of decent photos with yours truly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/200/RIMG0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/200/RIMG0281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/200/RIMG0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of us were not 'sun' people, so we stayed in the shade while a couple of bikini or should I say lingerie girls took off their shirts and went sunbathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really admire the Caucasians I saw at the beach. They really aren't self-conscious about their bodies. I personally don't dare to strut around in my swim suit in front of friends because of a few extra pounds of fats but those Caucasians just bare it all! I swear that I saw several nutty professor look-a-likes (no offense!) that day but they just don't care! Say all you want about beauty being skin deep, but I will never step one inch out of the toilet when I'm in my swim suit. At least not until I have dropped 7 kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodle-loo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114371395488359324?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114371395488359324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114371395488359324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114371395488359324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114371395488359324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-of-rest.html' title='Day of rest'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114300363457567161</id><published>2006-03-23T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:00:34.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally back home!</title><content type='html'>After a long six days, I am finally back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did come home on Monday but I didn't stay long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I go into a coma, let me update you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Friday to Monday, I was on the NYAA expedition. I walked all the way from Changi Beach to East Coast Park! I am now tired, sunburnt and injured. Tired because I havn't had more than five hours of sleep each day for the past few days. Sunburnt because of all the trekking under the blazing sun. You might not recognise me in the state that I am in now. And injured because I twisted my ankle while playing captain's ball on the last day of the expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that made the expedition enjoyable was the people. Did I tell you about the Strawberry family? The Daddy is Zheng Long; no mummy; Strawberry Dear - Siang Wee; my three dears, Puishan, Val and Fi; Fit and of course, the cute and adorable moi! Of course we also bonded with the rest. I finally got to hear more from Tinwei, the famous Silent Man, he almost never opens his mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the update, from Monday evening to today, Wednesday, I have been at my class chalet. Not many of us turned up, quite a disappointment, and I didn't do much except play Elf''s x-box. I suck at Street Fighter, but I still managed to win Wantong. I am now addicted to Crazy Taxi! Ahh! I only have a class A license for the West Coast and a class B for Glitter Oasis. I must get the stupid class S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Personal time* I detest the stupid Joker! You suck Joker! I can't believe that I thought that you were a nice person! I have seen your true colours! You are an ambitious bootlicker! You better watch your back from now on you nauseating backstabber!            ---End---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that! I just couldn't help myself. *Smiles innocently* I really usually am a sweet little girl. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mich made us all nervous early this morning by telling us that she had already gotten her exam results. The first thing I did when I reached home was to check mine. Whew! No forward modules! I was really worried that I would have to repeat Web Publishing. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch up on my sleep now before I become a walking zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114300363457567161?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114300363457567161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114300363457567161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114300363457567161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114300363457567161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-back-home.html' title='Finally back home!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114249663535758693</id><published>2006-03-17T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:10:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my Enneagram type is EIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I must be strong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asserters are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to Get Along with Me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand up for yourself... and me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be confident, strong, and direct. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't gossip about me or betray my trust. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me space to be alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don't flatter me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I often speak in an assertive way. Don't automatically assume it's a personal attack. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that's just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I Like About Being a Eight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;being independent and self-reliant &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;being able to take charge and meet challenges head on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;being courageous, straightforward, and honest &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting all the enjoyment I can out of life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;upholding just causes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's Hard About Being a Eight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don't intend to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;being restless and impatient with others' incompetence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;never forgetting injuries or injustices &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;putting too much pressure on myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting high blood pressure when people don't obey the rules or when things don't go right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eights as Children Often &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;are sometimes loners &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;seize control so they won't be controlled &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;figure out others' weaknesses &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;attack verbally or physically when provoked &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eights as Parents &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;are sometimes overprotective &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;can be demanding, controlling, and rigid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Renee Baron &amp; Elizabeth Wagele&lt;br /&gt;The Enneagram Made Easy Discover the 9 Types of People HarperSanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=12721960859055255705"&gt;The Quick and Painless ENNEAGRAM Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going on an expedition tomorrow. It ends on Monday and straight after that I'll be going for my class chalet. I think I'm going to be really pooped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114249663535758693?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114249663535758693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114249663535758693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114249663535758693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114249663535758693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-enneagram-type-is-eight.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114227519781342780</id><published>2006-03-15T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:09:01.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubai part 2!</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! It has sure been an exhausting day! Busy, busy, busy. I have been working my ass off today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0019-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG0019-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the event that many of us slogged so hard for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! I really hope that those secondary school students had a good time. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If they didn't, I'll kill them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha, just kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0017-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG0017-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/RIMG0051-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG0051-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! That's me in the blue sunglasses! My left eye is swollen today, so I wore the glasses the whole entire day! The CHIJ girl in the right picture, told me I am a bimbo. Haha! So what if I'm a bimbo? I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/RIMG0049-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is my little group there which dear dear and I facilitated. Actually a few more members of the group are missing and Tin Wei was suppose to be here too, but he left early. Awww! Too bad, because my group won the first prize for the games! Yay! They must have been influenced by me, that's why they are so smart! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I am suppose to continue with part 2 of my Dubai trip right? I shan't torture you all with anymore details about today anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The secon, third and fourth days were less fun, but it was still interesting nonetheless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;--- This is a ski dome inside a shopping mall! The Mall of Emirates! Doesn't it look like a scene from Finland? It doesn't necessarily have to be from Finland, but it really looks like a real ski slope right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20101.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20101.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20101.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20101.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20101.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of a ferry or aka a 'cruise' on which we had dinner on. It is quite blur due to the fact that both the ferry that I was on and that ferry were moving. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, I still think the picture is pretty, don't you? Well of course, it was taken by me, everything I take is a work of art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20108.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20108.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the people I hung out with in Dubai, that's Rane, Monica, Shen, Me, Victoria and Wei Lin. And in the second picture, the lopne man surrounded by pretty girls is our tour guide, Marshall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got way too many photos to upload, but anyway, we did most of the photo taking on the first two days only. So, here's my last photo I'll upload on Dubai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup! It's their traffic post thingie! Isn't it cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta go watch Army Daze now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114227519781342780?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114227519781342780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114227519781342780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114227519781342780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114227519781342780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/dubai-part-2.html' title='Dubai part 2!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114217697993872376</id><published>2006-03-13T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:22:59.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Dubai</title><content type='html'>Hello ya all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam valekom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss me? I am sure you all did, how can you all not miss the cute and adorable me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am back from Dubai already so you all don't have to pine after me anymore! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you all how cool Dubai is? I don't think so right, so let me tell you, Dubai is really cool! Both literally and metaphorically. Let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the airport, Dubai International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is th famous Burg Al Arab. We only visited it from afar, on the beach in fact, because it costs 80 US dollars just to enter the hotel! I am definitely not going to pay that much just to ogle at the interior of a hotel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20050.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's some of us playing in the Jumeirah beach, the water was really cold! Sahidah and Grace fell into the water while playing and got soaked thoroughly! Brrrr...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20028.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20029.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20029.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20029.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was taken at one of the museums. Yup, I love to pose, so what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wah! I just realised that I have many more photos to post if I want to go through my whole trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20057.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is their desert. So beautiful right! So romantic right? Their sunset is even more lovely, but I didn't get to capture it on film because the stupid jeep was moving !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was my dinner on the first night. We had a BBQ on the desert at a Bedouin camp, the food was so-so, my favourite was the spinach with cheese. I know it sounds gross, but it was really fantastic. After dinner, we watched a belly dance. The funny thing was that the dancer was not an Arab woman but a Russian. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/320/Dubai%202006%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4233/542/1600/Dubai%202006%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;---- Henna! Yup! I did henna on my left leg, the lady who did it was really professional! She finished one pattern in two minutes or less! Anyway, if you all want to inspect it closer, you are welcome to come look at my leg. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's all for today! Tune in tomorrow for Dubai, part two!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toodles!&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/8181924-114217697993872376?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114217697993872376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114217697993872376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114217697993872376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114217697993872376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-from-dubai.html' title='Back from Dubai'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114071190303741765</id><published>2006-02-24T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:25:03.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays...... not yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh... sorry... wrong holiday season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you can tell, I am in the holiday mood already. But I should not be! I still have the IPRA exam! I cannot switch off! Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs was *%$@^*. I didn't have enough time to finish it! I'm dead, I'm dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I don't care less about econs now. It is over! Over I say. Hopefully I can build a little bonfire with my econs notes soon. Anyone want to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPRA is dreadfully boring. After spending several hours in the cold, freezing airport, I only went through one lecture. One lecture only! When am I going ever finish going through all 14 lectures? I only have until Monday you know, the IPRA exam is on Tuesday! Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I can't wait for Tuesday! After Tuesday, I'll be done with exams until another six months. Yay! Whoopee! Hurray! Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I have to finish studying for the exam. *sighs wistfully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114071190303741765?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114071190303741765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114071190303741765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114071190303741765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114071190303741765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/holidays-not-yet.html' title='holidays...... not yet'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-114050567512031829</id><published>2006-02-22T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:07:55.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School fees...</title><content type='html'>Anyone knows how to go about paying the school fees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to access the student intranet to perhaps find out more on how to pay the school fees but no! The stupid site cannot be opened! *%#@$@&amp;@% This is not the first time this has happened! SP seriously needs to think about making their webpages accessible from students' homes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I tried to call the Student and Alumni Affairs department, thinking that perhaps they could help the poor lost student here. But no again! They referred me to another department and when I tried to call the number, it was busy! I called from 11 all the way to now, it is 3 for god's sake! &amp;^%$#@*@ Are they really that busy? Can't they just pick up the stupid phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called back the first number to ask again and you know what they said!? They asked me to call the financial department, so they gave me another number! %$#@&amp;^* Can't they make up their minds? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am telling all of you here, Singapore Polytechnic service sucks! SP sucks big time! I am just trying to pay my school fees you know! Don't you want my money!?! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suckers all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-114050567512031829?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114050567512031829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=114050567512031829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114050567512031829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/114050567512031829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/school-fees.html' title='School fees...'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113992444346740992</id><published>2006-02-15T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:40:43.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Awareness Day</title><content type='html'>Busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because of tests and exams! This whole week is reserved for tests and the next two for exams. When can I finally relax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Single Awareness Day everyone! If you havn't guessed Single Awareness Day is Valentine's Day. Yup! This afternnoon as I was on my way home, I felt many accussing stares on me. Why? Because I am single! Imagine this scenario, I was in school happily going around running my errands, as I walked along the corridors, couples armed with bouquets and stuffed toys stared daggers at me. Then, I was at the Dover MRT station, again happily minding my own business, but no, couples have this burning urge to ogle at me as if I was an exhibit at the zoo. Then again, as I sat in the MRT, couples left and right had to gawk at me. I really wish that they would do that. It is really not my fault that I had to coincidentally board the same train as them or breath the same air as them. Singlehood is not contagious. I repeat, not contagious! So don't stare at me! I won't spread the singlenomia germ to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is to all you fellow singles out there, Happy Single Awareness Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113992444346740992?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113992444346740992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113992444346740992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113992444346740992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113992444346740992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/single-awareness-day.html' title='Single Awareness Day'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113921257997799333</id><published>2006-02-07T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:56:20.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>projects schuamuz</title><content type='html'>Ideas, ipra and dvpa are due this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hate the IDEAS module! Did you know that this module was started only recently? And what's more, we are the second batch to take it! Rats! If only I was born 3 years earlier! Then I wouldn't have to go through this torture! Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It seems that every statement has ended with an exclaimation mark! It is probably because I have been under tons of stress!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love I Not Stupid Too! Everybody must, I repeat, must go and watch this fantastic movie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must must must pester my mum to take me to see this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have finally finished shooting our 2 minute clip for dvpa. Yay! *pops some champage* *throws confetti* *does a victory dance* My crew is undoubtedly made up of the most idiotic people in class. We are without question the most BHB people! Our NG (&lt;-- for people who don't know, NG is Not Good) shots are really stupid! Most of them show Wantong doing obscene acts with our equipment, our spastic actor, Wilson, looking spastic, Poh Ying, trying to make it big, Michelle doing miraculous acts; washing plates, serving drinks; Alvin trying to look cool, and the rest of us acting just plain stupid! Our NG clips are way longer than our good shots! OMG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an early celebration. *LOL* We bought a box of yu sheng and went to WT's place and celebrated on Saturday! *ROFL* We even shot the entire thing! I will never ever show anyone that particular footage so don't ask me for it.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Must get back to my numerous projects now, especially IDEAS, which is due tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113921257997799333?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113921257997799333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113921257997799333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113921257997799333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113921257997799333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/projects-schuamuz.html' title='projects schuamuz'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113889538412580641</id><published>2006-02-03T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:49:44.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just worn out</title><content type='html'>Hell and damnation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I don't usually swear but I am just so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of everything that is... CAs due, exams looming around the corner, politics left right and centre, there is just so much to deal with! I am drained physically, emotionally and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I see others. Others who have worst problems than me, and I feel guilty. Guilty for being so insensitive to their emotions, guilty for being so smiley everyday. (I laugh and smile quite a lot on a daily basis. Not surprising, considering that Poh Ying and Khee Hoon are my classmates.) Well, I just want this to say to the people who are troubled, don't hesitate to come to me if you need help, whether it is just a listening ear, a shoulder to lean on or any kind of help that I can give. (I am a very nice girl! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be tired, but I think I will hang on. I am strong! (&lt;-- learnt that from PY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113889538412580641?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113889538412580641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113889538412580641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113889538412580641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113889538412580641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-worn-out.html' title='Just worn out'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113833467583002942</id><published>2006-01-27T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:04:35.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY here I come!</title><content type='html'>Gong Xi Fa Cai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Shi Ru Yi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the part I like best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Bao Na Lai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I don't really say the last line, my mother will kill me and my grandma will faint in shock if I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for CNY! Yay! Whoopee! Hurray! I'll get to wear new clothes, get hong baos and eat cookies. Just a note beforehand, I probably won't be blogging these three days, so you don't need to check my blog for new entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to get back to baking the new year cookies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Lunar New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113833467583002942?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113833467583002942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113833467583002942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113833467583002942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113833467583002942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-here-i-come.html' title='CNY here I come!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113806642764073538</id><published>2006-01-25T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:33:47.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>Having News Writing now, supposed to be doing some student feedback but I've already finished it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a terrible, horrible, horrrible day. I had two tests, WP and Econs. I didn't even study for WP! All I did was to bring the stack of notes which he gave me but it was useless. I did not understand a single thing on the notes. So I just clicked everything there. I tried every possible means and way to get the thing to do what I wanted it to do and I think I managed a pass. But, for all my hard work, the school computers failed me. Many of my classmates were unable to save their work or their work disappeared after they saved it. So, unfortunately, there will be a make-up test! Urgh! I don't ever want to touch Macromedia ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the economics CA. I think I will do very badly. Wah! *sob sob* *wails* My brain was already over stressed from the WP test and I had to squeeze some more out of my poor little grey anatomy. I think it was all just grey juice by 6.15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, my other CAs will not be due so soon. So I'll still have time to mull over my imminent death. (My mum is going to kill me when she sees this sem's results)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113806642764073538?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113806642764073538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113806642764073538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113806642764073538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113806642764073538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113781475604889889</id><published>2006-01-21T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:39:16.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me... producer... its a lie.</title><content type='html'>That mean bitch! Who? Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that is probably what almost everyone of you are thinking right? Don't deny it. After all, who was the one who made Michelle cry twice? Me right... Who is the one getting angry for no reason? Me again... Who is the one kicking up such a big fuss over a little matter? Guess? Bingo! You are right! It's me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead! Call me a mean bitch. Say what? I am a fucking mean bitch? Yeah. Alright. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh? It's not that you are casting the blame on me? Miscommunication? Okay. Alright, I am just basically the meanest, nastiest, fugliest person deep down inside. It's not your fault. That is just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113781475604889889?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113781475604889889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113781475604889889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113781475604889889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113781475604889889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/me-producer-its-lie.html' title='Me... producer... its a lie.'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113733518757146241</id><published>2006-01-15T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:26:27.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh! Stress piling up!</title><content type='html'>Stressed! I am super duper stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because of the amount of work piling up on me! I have my News Writing Assignment to edit, the Econs discussion to manage (but nobody has really completed our question yet), minutes for a meeting I have yet to type out, and an article for the SPAC2GO newsletter I have not completed. I also have a CA on Tuesday and on top of it all, the labtop at home is spoilt! How could it die on me at this critical period! Ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need a holiday! Can I fall ill to get a day off please? Can I? Or can someone please clone me, I'll get my clone to do share half my workload. That will be good right? But then again, there will be people who already cannot stand one of me, let alone two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have ran out of steam and I must get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valedictions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113733518757146241?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113733518757146241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113733518757146241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113733518757146241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113733518757146241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/urgh-stress-piling-up.html' title='Urgh! Stress piling up!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113722142913731536</id><published>2006-01-15T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:50:29.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CA on Saturday</title><content type='html'>Sad, sad, sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday, but I am not out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaolin is taller than Yijin. Wantong says that she is cuter than Yijin and Xiaolin... &lt;--- That was written on request of Wantong, Yijin and Xiaolin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, where was I before I was interrupted? Oh yes, its Saturday and I am in school. Ain't that sad? My class has predicted that this scenario will repeat in the next two years. Why? Because our DMC seniors are also in school! Therefore we concluded that that will be us too. Wah! *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have finished my DVPA CA! Whoo hoo! A load off my mind. I hope that I did okay. Okay is good enough for me. I was really relaxed today. Maybe it's due to the pizza that I had just now! ( refer to yesterday's first entry. ) Well, for those who did not read it, I'll tell you. The pizzas were compliments from Miss Kwa. Arigato gosaimas Miss Kwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where I spent my night yesterday! I was at camp! Yup, I was at a camp in Changi with my sis and mum. Boy was it cold. Our room had a view of the sea and it sure was beautiful this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Poh Ying is up next as the director so I've got to go and be her floor manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113722142913731536?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113722142913731536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113722142913731536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113722142913731536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113722142913731536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/ca-on-saturday.html' title='CA on Saturday'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113713956668758983</id><published>2006-01-13T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:06:06.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>I just did a quiz  because I was bored. It was actually quite fun, you people who have nothing to do as well can try it &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/color/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess what, my true colour is black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black.&lt;/span&gt; The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won't kill you. Overall, though, black is the color of professionalism and achievement, which means it's clearly the color for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that intimidating? Well, if I am don't be scared okay! I am actually a nice and sweet person. My bark is worse than my bite. Don't be frightened. :) *blink blink* *smiles sweetly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am off to do somemore quizzes to relieve my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113713956668758983?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113713956668758983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113713956668758983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113713956668758983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113713956668758983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113713782840915161</id><published>2006-01-13T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:37:08.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday at last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay! It is Friday at last! Whoo hoo! Whoppee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have bogged under this whole week. So many things to do, so many people to meet. In fact, I still have to attend a meeting later at five. Isn't that sad? I really want to go home and sleep. I've got a CA tomorrow, I want to be well rested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a happier note, Miss Kwa is treating us to pizza tomorrow! Yay! Isn't that cool? She is such a sweet teacher. :)  But, she is not the only nice teacher we have. Our class is lucky to meet many other great tutors and lecturers. Or maybe they are nice to us because we are a sweet and lovely class. ;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I really enjoyed SB day yesterday. It was really fun! The first thing Min, Joannah and I did was to run down and quite for the chocolate fondue. Yummy! It was not as nice as the one from the fair before, but it was still sinfully delicious. I also bought a ice-cream soda to support my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I went to stall that my class was running and played a few games. It was super duper fun. I never imagined that I would be addicted to playing a shooting game. The game, called Cross Fire,  involved a handmade ice cream stick gun and many rubber bands. I played against Yijin and won! The prize was a DSL filter. Yuck! But somebody, I am sorry I can't remember who, gave me their prize coupon and I got a bear! Quite an ugly bear but still a bear nonetheless. Thanks to the somebody! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that, a few of us went up to level three where we went to visit two 'haunted rooms'. It was a really hilarious experience. I paired up with Shi Qi and we went in warning the 'ghosts' not to grab my leg because I would step on them. I was wearing my 3-inch heels. The pain would have been unbearable. After us were Fitree and Michelle. Michelle actually screamed three times! We knew that because the rest of us were pressing our ears to the door of the room. It was quite a sight to see six people leaning against one door. I think the operator must have felt a certain amount of irritation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The lucky draw concluded the end of SB day. I was disappointed that I didn't win any prizes even though so many people had already went home. I feel particularly envious of the two people who won the levi's vouchers. I want a new pair of jeans and 50 dollars could really help me. Oh well, I'll just blame it on my luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toddles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113713782840915161?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113713782840915161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113713782840915161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113713782840915161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113713782840915161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-at-last.html' title='Friday at last!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113679431352317924</id><published>2006-01-09T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:11:55.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Extremely, supremely, absolutely confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Web Publishing that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! Why? Why! Why must we learn WP? Why must the lecturers torture us like that? *sob sob* (&lt;-- Learnt that from Wan Tong ) Anyone proficient at WP? Can you teach me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry about the lack of updates recently. Let me tell you why I havn't been updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: I have been busy! Super busy! Up to my eyebrows in assignments, projects and proposal plans. I have finished most of these, but unfortunately, there will be CAs to study for now! Wah! So sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: My computer at home is now in the hospital. The hospital for computers. So I am surviving on a labtop which intially could access the internet, but has died on me recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: I have kind of lost interest in blogging. Whether it is blogging on my own or reading other people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are the reasons. Not happy? I don't care. But, I will still continue to blog though, I need an outlet for my urge to narrate. *Note: It is narrate ok Poh Ying! Don't twist my words and change it to something... erm... something lewd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let me give you the mundane details of how I spent my holidays. Firstly, I did all my e-learning assignments. Whew! That was a monster load of work. It's like more work than what the lecturers would usually give in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Christmas! I had a whale of s time at my Granny's place. It was fun to play with my little cousin. He is absolutely adorable and so intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, there was the Spac2go 10th anniversary dinner. I was the MCee. With Mike. Eww... MCeeing is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, there was New Year's Eve. I went out with some of my classmates to the Esplanade to count down. Boy was it crowded. There was a mountain of people there. It was kind of upsetting at first because quite a few of us were moody. Pat was angry and sullen, Michelle was emotional and teary, and I was really furious. But things cleared up after the fireworks, in the new year. Wan Tong and I went crazy. Screaming Happy New Year to everyone there. And quite a few strangers actually greeted us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Very big news! I lost my thumbdrive! Wah! *sob sob* *wails* I am so sad that I lost it. Everything piece of work I have done, all the projects and assignments, and all my pictures are gone with my thumbdrive. *cries* So sad. I want my thumbdrive back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! But I know I won't be able to get it back, so I bought a new one. It costs $39.90. Wah! $40 just blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of the depressing stuff. I fear that I will cry just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the next few weeks will be very busy again. This week, I have to attend many meetings, CCF briefing, the spac2go newsletter thingie meeting, PC meeting, SB day thingie. Then I have a CA on Saturday! On top of it all, I have to come to school at eight every morning this week. I think I will look haggard by Sunday, dark eyebags and small eyes. Hideous!&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think that should be all. I should try to concentrate on my WP. It is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valedictions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113679431352317924?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113679431352317924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113679431352317924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113679431352317924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113679431352317924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113507159085126349</id><published>2005-12-20T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:39:50.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for update's sake</title><content type='html'>This is just for update's sake.&lt;br /&gt;I havn't had the mood to blog these few days. Probably because I am in a holiday mood. I have been thinking about Christmas, I am so looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the pictures at the side, I copied them from Michelle. And I have not changed them. First of all, I am not really too sure how to go about doing it so I will ask Mr Wong next year. Wow, next year sounds really far off, when in actual fact it is just two weeks away. I am going off topic... So about the pictures again, second of all, I don't feel like tinkering around with html, it is too stressful for me. So don't get the impression that I am secretly hankering for Michelle, ok Khee Hoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Kong is so very extremely fantastically good. It is funny, action-packed and touching at the same time. Those who have not watched it must watch! You will never regret it! Now, I want to watch Perhaps Love and The Chronicles of Narnia. Perhaps Love for Takeshi and Narnia because I am so excited about it. Every time I take the MRT or the bus, I will see the trailer. Ahh! I really want to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am going to have dimsum at Miramar Hotel tomorrow with the girls. Yay! Before you get the impression that I am very rich, you must know that it is Miss Claire's treat. So cool right! She is treating us because we won the game during her News Writing class. Alright! Go Joanne! Go Joanne! (&lt;-- I am just going crazy for a while.) So after that, Devon and I are going to shop for a beret. We will be on a look out for 'value-for-money' ones. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have covered past, present and future, so that will be all. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113507159085126349?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113507159085126349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113507159085126349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113507159085126349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113507159085126349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-for-updates-sake.html' title='Just for update&apos;s sake'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113376838644034519</id><published>2005-12-05T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:39:46.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh!</title><content type='html'>Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired, so sad, so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want holidays! I want Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! Can I be a child? Can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Enough of this self pity, I apoplogise for the lack of updates last week. I am sorry! Whew! Last week was really hectic. Busy, busy, busy. I did not go home early for a single day. Sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you didn't know, it was my birthday on the 23rd! Hahaha! I am finally 17! I have waited for this day for such a long time, but I especially look forward to the next one. My 18th birthday! Woohoo! I just can't wait! Oh, I guess you will want to know the reason. That is because when I am 18, I will get to learn driving. And boy do I want to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is really sucky. Why? Because I have a CA later. Economics to be specific. Its not that I don't like economics, its just that I abhore tests and examinations of any sort. I know it is good, without it there will be no meritocracy, but, I still don't like them! Who likes them? Only those really nerdy people or those very egoistic people will like them. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnation! There is this person I really don't like. IT is such a freak! IT is the name I will use for the sake of privacy. I cannot just very well use IT's real name on my blog because my blog is public. I learnt that the hard way. So anyway, IT has such a disgusting attitude! IT is so egoistic! Urgh! I cannot stand it! Ghastly! Its so terrible to have to live life with such a thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaolin says hi! &lt;she&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't joking when I said that I wanted Christmas to come. I especially cannot wait to eat the Christmas buffet that my uncle will cook. Ooo! Did you see the new Christmas pizza that Pizzahut is promoting now? It looks absolutely scrumptious! So mouth-watering! All that cheese oozing out, mamamia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know today's update seems a bit disjointed. But I really can't help it. I am blogging during my WP lesson, so I keep getting interrupted and I lose my train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a sign of bimbotism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113376838644034519?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113376838644034519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113376838644034519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113376838644034519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113376838644034519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/sigh.html' title='Sigh!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113256123759522128</id><published>2005-11-22T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:20:37.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP sucks big time. I think I am going to fail the test. *Sniffs* So devastating! I don't want to repeat this module!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! On a happier note, kayaking on Saturday was very fun. I kayaked with the most adorable little boy ever. His name is Matthew. He is very, extremely, devastating, charmingly cute! Kawaii! He is Eurasian, mother is a Chinese, father, a Caucasian. I did most of the paddling actually. He was distracted by the fishes in the water and he kept pointing out driftwood and plastic bottles to me. Oh, did I mention that he is seven years old? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! WP is ending early, surprisingly. So I cannot finish this. I will continue this another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I get to go home early to do my ontography. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113256123759522128?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113256123759522128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113256123759522128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113256123759522128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113256123759522128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh!!!!!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113212254508506374</id><published>2005-11-17T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:29:05.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I laughing? I am laughing from boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I bored? Because I have nothing to do from 12 to 3.30 today.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to stay until 3.30? Because I have to attend a University talk every Wednesday of this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me? Why this month? Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people, I am feeling a bout of overwhelming self-pity at this point in time. It happens when I have too much free time on my hands, leaving me to think about my life's pitiful existence, questioning the reason for the existence of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! Since I have nothing in particular to write about, I shall just write about anything that comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DVPA. That is one fun module. The module is fun, the teacher is fun, everything about it is fun! We get to work with cameras and do videos. But, the catch is that we have to act the parts ourselves, because we have small budgets we cannot afford to hire professionals. So sorry people, you will not get to see Brad Pitt or Jessica Alba in our videos. But you might see me! That's better isn't it? &lt;em&gt;(Smiles sweetly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo. That's the nickname I am stuck with. Why me? Do I look like a bimbo? No! Of course not! You know what is so ironic? In my secondary school, I was the... THE nerd. &lt;em&gt;*gasp* Oh my! Is that true? It can't be!&lt;/em&gt; Well, it is a hundred per cent true. How did a nerd become a bimbo? I cannopt comprehend why my class insists on sticking this title to my back. I really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy. That's how the sky looks today and that is the nickname of one of the girls in my class. I want to laugh hysterically every time I think of Cloudy. But often, I am not alone, so I try hard not to laugh and just smile serenely. Unfortunately, most of the time I fail. So if you see me smiling a little crazily, you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per cent. Why did I break it up? Ha! It was deliberate, not a typo error. So why did I do it? Because a Business Times journalist, Daniel Buenos... Buenas... Daniel B something said that some editor in the newspaper will always break the word up because that is the proper way to write it in Queen's English, which is the English that we, Singaporeans, are supposed to follow. Hmm... I didn't know that, did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all folks. I can't think of anything else to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113212254508506374?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113212254508506374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113212254508506374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113212254508506374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113212254508506374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113195506912035012</id><published>2005-11-15T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:59:47.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey I'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Firstly, I would like to apologise to any faithful blog readers who have been opening my blog and finding nothing updated for the last week. I know that I said that my blog is now officially opened for viewing, but please understand that my internet is busted. (Does anybody know how to fix this problem?) I will try to update my blog at least once a week though. Once again, I am sorry for any inconvenience caused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Secondly, I would like to address those blog readers who have been reading my blog. Please drop any constructive ( or non-constructive) comments for me to improve my blog. For example, like I need to use more humour, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or I am very cute and beautiful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or I need to change my font size because it is too small etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, down to business. Today, I would like to address the issue of boobs and bras. This topic is for the ladies so gentlemen, you may like to stop reading and proceed to something else. Unless, you are perverted or gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, why this issue you might ask. Its because my classmates (the ladies) and my IVP tutor was talking about it in class. Did you know that some people say that men like big breasts because the first thing they did after being born into this world is to suckle on their mothers' breasts. They like big breasts because it reminds them of their mothers' love. Or something like that. I am not really too sure. Guys who are still reading, what do you think? Is it true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, why do we want big boobs? Ladies, why? I have been told that we want big boobs because men like them. I feel insulted. I feel like we are being manipulated by men! Like we do things purely for men's pleasure! Don't we have our own minds? Aren't we able to do anything for ourselves and ourselves only? This is a highly sensitive issue that I will not talk about further for fear that it will invoke the anger of men and some women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, ladies did you know that you can but a truimph bra in Thailand for about 15 Sing dollars! My friend went to Thailand recently and bought five truimph bras for about 60 Sing dollars! That is such a good buy! Furthermore the designs are very new! Anyone going to Thailand? Remember to tell me before you go, I will pass you a shopping list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Got to go now. Actually I am having my web publishing lesson now. I have been going back and forth from blogging and doing some html thingie. I really need to concentrate now because I am lost. I don't understand what is going on in dreamweaver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113195506912035012?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113195506912035012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113195506912035012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113195506912035012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113195506912035012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113134660822577629</id><published>2005-11-08T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:58:52.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I spent the entire weekend deciding over what to do with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an incredibly long struggle, I have decided (cue drumroll) to continue with my blog. (cue catcalls and loud applause) I announce this blog is officially open for viewing. (cue red carpet roll out, I cut the red ribbon)(more catcalls and louder applause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, I know that I am being melodramatic again, but I can't help it. Bear with me. By the way people, I am not angry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the main reason why I am continuing with my blog is to allow me to practise my English. As a poly student, I don't get to write many essays, so this is one way to practise writing. I am a DMC student after all, I should get used to this sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the topic for today is... (cue drumroll) the difference between nice and good. So why this topic? Well, I always thought that I was a good girl, but someone made me think otherwise. I know that I am a nice person, I am kind (cue applause) and caring (cue catcalls) but... I am not good. *gasp* Shocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a dark interrogation room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Policeman: Do you confess to robbing Madam Jane Tan on the 19th March 2005 at 4.36 pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Policeman: Do you confess to kidnapping Jonathon Lam on the 20th April 2005 at 10.21 am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Policeman: Do you confess to the first degree murder of Miss Lim Fang Mei on the 21st May 2005 at 11.58pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: No! No! I did not do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All characters in this dialogue are purely fictional, any similarities to real persons is purely coincidental.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, of course I did not commit this heinous crimes. I am not that evil! I mean that I am not good as in religiously, I am not religious. You get the drift? No, of course you don't, because I don't even understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came to the conclusion that I am not a good person simply because someone made me feel guilty. No, no, I did not offend or hurt anyone. If you want to know, Tina was the one who made me realise that I am not a good person. Her msn nickname was so religious and godly that I realised I don't think of God often enough. I only think and call upon God when I need help. I don't thank God for every meal, I don't pray very often. I know that I am not Christian but still, I should pray as often as a good Taoist should, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, ther is no point lamenting over my lack of godliness. I will just admit that I am not a good person. At least I don't pretend to be "a good boy" like a certain someone does. (Hint: The person's initials are FC and he claims that he doesn't use vulgarities.) &lt;em&gt;Haha, got you again FC, just admit that you are not good. That is seriously self-delusional.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113134660822577629?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113134660822577629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113134660822577629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113134660822577629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113134660822577629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-spent-entire-weekend-deciding-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113108355924843918</id><published>2005-11-05T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:52:39.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't probed, I wouldn't have known that some people went to look for my blog and have read it. Invasion of privacy! Hmph! People nowadays, what are they coming to? Respect! Respect my choice people! I did not invite you to read my thoughts. I feel naked, stripped bare mentally, my innermost thoughts and feelings have been exposed, probing eyes and greedy fingers reaching towards me, the details of how I spend my time and my life have been dissected... Well you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first found out, I was shocked. Then I was embarrassed, but the more I think about it the angrier I get. From mere irritation to full blown anger. Okay, not that bad but still a substantial amount of anger. Regarding what I will do with my blog now, I have ten ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can delete my blog and never blog again.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can quit SPAC2Go and never acknowledge that any of this has happened.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can quit school and never acknowledge anyone from SP.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can continue with my blog but fill it up with mundane details of my boring life.&lt;br /&gt;5. I can continue with my blog and write generally, perhaps write about news, politics and current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;6. I can continue with my blog and write entertaining stories, write typical blog articles.&lt;br /&gt;7. I can let this blog fall into disrepair.&lt;br /&gt;8. I can delete this blog and use someone else's name to create another one and not write about people I know.&lt;br /&gt;9. I can use alphabets and numbers to replace people's names.&lt;br /&gt;10. I can fill this blog with misleading articles to confuse you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! So many choices. I don't know which to choose or perhaps I will use a combination. Suddenly I think of maths, you know, permutation and combination. (I am not sure about the spelling.) I found that topic relatively easy and I really enjoyed it. Anyway, I am straying off the main topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for people who don't know, I am totally over that person. I am a touch and go person, in other words, a flirt. If you want me to describe my school girls in one word, I would say that we are flirts. We have short attention spans, come to think of it, I seriously don't know any SAC girls who have maintained relationships for more than three months. I was with my ex for only two and a half months only, actually, I got bored with him within two weeks. What to do? I am a thrill seeker, I cannot keep still or remained focused for too long. Don't get me wrong, I am not a scatterbrain, I am just... just more unemotional when it comes to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my anger has subsided after writing all this. And I have deleted all previous indiscreet entries already. So go ahead. You can read my blog all you want and I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113108355924843918?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113108355924843918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=113108355924843918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113108355924843918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113108355924843918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-113033074202954052</id><published>2005-10-27T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:31:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahahahaha!</title><content type='html'>Waah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are almost over! I have to go back to school next week, that is so depressing! I don't want to go back to school! I don't want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I sound like a spoilt brat, don't I? But sadly, those are my true feelings. So everyone knows that I am actually a spoilt little kid deep down inside, the mature adult is actually a facade, a mask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! That was partly false. The part of the feelings is true but the part of the mask was me in one of my melodramatic moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of playing around. The reason why I havn't blogged for such a long time is because my home internet is down. I can only access the msn, I can't even open my hotmail account to check my mail! Urgh! It is so frustrating! Oh, I am using my auntie's computer by the way, so I think that after this entry, I might not be able to blog for a long time again. I have to wait till my mother or father or anyone fixes the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since I havn't blogged for almost a month, let me give you a brief description of how I spent my holidays so far. Week one, I didn't do much then. I mostly lazed about the house watching vcds and just being a couch potato. Week two, my schedule picked up. I went out almost daily. I spent a day shopping with Mart, we had a great time! I bought a jacket that day. Then I spent a day with my mum. Again at Orchard, at Far East. I bought a very nice black blouse that can be worn two ways. I havn't worn it yet, I think I want to save it up to my birthday. My mum spent over three hundred dollars that day. Phew! We watched Tim Burton's Corpse Bride, it is a touching and sweet show. Then I spent a day shopping with my sister. We went to Suntec. The main purpose of going there was actually to meet Xiaolin, I borrowed Naruto from her, but I did manage to do quite a lot of shopping on that day. I bought three shirts, a bra, two erm... panties. Week three, I had camp. It was fun. Can't describe it in detail though, because my mum is waiting downstairs for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I will try to blog in school, which I have to admit sadly, is starting next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-113033074202954052?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113033074202954052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/113033074202954052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/muahahahaha.html' title='Muahahahaha!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-112601547304489484</id><published>2005-09-07T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:04:33.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling energized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling... Urgh! I don't know how I feel anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it has been hectic these few days. My uncle is getting married and my exams are coming. Yada yada... I am one of the 'bridesmaids' you know. My grandma wants me to be there early on the 18th and on the 21st I have an exam! Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so unsure of everything now. So unsure of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Doubtful of my capability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-112601547304489484?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112601547304489484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=112601547304489484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/112601547304489484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/112601547304489484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/09/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-112558462641984929</id><published>2005-09-02T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:23:46.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wenda sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wenda sucks! Wenda sucks! Wenda sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that if I were to start a riot with that as the erm... theme (Is that what it is called?), my entire class would immediately leap up and join me. Yup, everyone hates; despises; detests that creature. Why? I'll tell you why, its because she is such a bloody bitch. Hear that &lt;strong&gt;BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B - I - T - C - H&lt;/strong&gt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt; made Joannah (I don't know if she cried because of Wenda) and Michelle (She definitely cried because of Wenda) cry today. She also made Poh Ying and Khee Hoon feel bad. She is so, so mean. Phbbt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough of that despicable creature! My mood is turning foul and my blood boils just thinking about her! Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did not sleep well last night. That's because I was at Aloha Loyang chalet freezing my small arse off. It was so cold! Brr... But the good thing was that I missed my ITB lesson. Yay! I detest ITB! It is just so, so, so boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would like to go for plastic surgery. I would get liposuction on my tummy, arms and thighs, then get double eyelids, get a nose job, raise my eyebrows, get the laser face treatment and lastly, do lasic on my eyes. I think I would probably get lasic first when I have saved up enough. But then again if I had money, I would rather go shopping. Shopping is theraputic (Is that how you spell that? Forgive me if I spelt it wrongly.) and it helps to destress. I need that. The shopping and destressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I have got to go now. Got tons of work to do. First up, DTP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-112558462641984929?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112558462641984929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=112558462641984929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/112558462641984929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/112558462641984929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/09/wenda-sucks.html' title='Wenda sucks!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-112540986515054387</id><published>2005-08-31T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:51:05.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th of August</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's  a Tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so tired and wreary. I havn't done anything, accomplished anything, yet I feel this exhaustion. I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just the thought of my exams coming soon makes me anxious. I feel the pressure mounting up. Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was just watching Naruto. I know I should be studying for my exams now but I just cannot resist Naruto. Its addictive. Ah! I cannot resist it. Its getting exciting you know. Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura are taking their second Chuunin test. There is this evil snake guy and major battles. Wow! It is absolutely thrilling! Its so cool! I recommend it to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough about Naruto. Today I went to school all prepared for a presentation. When I got to the class, the tutor said that the presentation is next week. Geez! We did abolutely nothing for that class! Poh Ying came back though. She was absent the last two weeks because of chicken pox. Missed her loads. She came back and the temperature in the class dropped back to the way it was before. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, it is Lydia's birthday today too! The class gave her a thumb drive which was paid with the class fund.I know it was a nice gesture but I thought it was rather unfair. I am not begrudging Lydia her present but the class did not buy the other people presents before. We all bought presents with our own money. If we want to buy one person a present with the class fund, we should buy presents for everyone right? I mean it would only be fair like that. Its an equal society right? We cannot afford to be bias if we want to avoid conflict. Look at the Singapore government, when an Australian (or American, I cannot remember) youth vandalised a car in Singapore, the government meted out the appropriate punishment regardless of his nationality because he committed the crime in Singapore. The government did not let him off lightly because he was a citizen of our ally country. I seriously doubt that any of my class members would be able to think like this and give out fair judgements. They are all people ruled by their hearts, not by their heads. They don't practise impartiality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I cannot just keep ranting. I had better start to hit the books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-112540986515054387?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112540986515054387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=112540986515054387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/112540986515054387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/112540986515054387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/30th-of-august.html' title='30th of August'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-112512592519579702</id><published>2005-08-27T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T14:58:45.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's finally Saturday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can finally take a breather and rest a while. I slept to about 12 noon today. I feel very rested and energized. I know I am supposed to feel happier after being rested, but somehow I feel even more &lt;strong&gt;stressed&lt;/strong&gt;. I think it is because of the oncoming exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My exams are coming! Ahh! I don't know how I will do... I want to make it to the honours roll in the school, but somehow I don't see that happening. Why? Well, because I have not had good grades for my CAs. I know I am averaging a B for all my modules but I don't know how to improve. I can slog my guts out, but I think I will lack the discipline to maintain it. Looking at how well Lydia is doing makes me even more &lt;strong&gt;frustrated&lt;/strong&gt;. I envy her and I want to do as well as her. I know she does it by working very very hard. She studies every Saturday you know. Every spare moment she has, she studies. Damn! I don't know how she does that! Sometimes just looking at my books makes me feel sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will never have the discipline like Lydia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like a failure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What am I going to do with my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ciao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-112512592519579702?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112512592519579702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=112512592519579702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/112512592519579702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/112512592519579702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-112488112708352207</id><published>2005-08-25T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:58:47.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot believe it! Because that idiot poh ying went to tell elf that I was angry with him, he actually went to the extent of writing a bloody poem asking for my forgiveness... I don't know whether to be touched or just plain tickled. I know it is sweet and all, but I cannot help it. His poem is so funny, not hilariously funny, but rather there is a funny tone. Like he really commited an unforgivable act. I would have forgiven him in time you know. I may hold grudges but I am also very soft-hearted, I cannot remain angry long. Well, I can certainly say that he is a good poet. I don't think I would be able to write a poem for any cause. (If anyone is reading, don't tell elf, I don't want to hurt his feelings k?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so hooked onto Naruto. I mean like really really hooked. Naruto is so funny. I like Takashi and Sasuke. I especially like Takashi, he is ultra cool. If anime charaters can be handsome, I would say that he is extremely handsome. But one cannot possibly fall in love with cartoon characters. I think I will stick to humans. Kevin Peake rocks! Rain rocks! Rain as in the Korean singer Rain, Bi. Not the raindrops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope Eleine will pass me the third volume soon. I cannot wait to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-112488112708352207?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112488112708352207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=112488112708352207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/112488112708352207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/112488112708352207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-my.html' title='Oh my!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-112456483983057130</id><published>2005-08-21T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T03:07:19.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally got into my account again!!! I actually forgot my username and my password you know... hehe^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then fortunately blogspot allowed me to retrieve it through the email account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually the real reason why I have not been blogging is because I have been too lazy. ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll admit that much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you cannot expect &lt;em&gt;moi &lt;/em&gt;to be so free to blog consistently. After all, I am a very busy person you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, now that I have retrieved this blog, I have updated it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I rather like the music, it has been one of my favourite songs even since I heard it years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to serious matters, I have been under a great deal of stress lately. I have had many projects due and still have many presentations that I have to prepare for school. I don't really like public speaking you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that I am quite a talkative person by nature, but somehow, speaking in public has never been one of my strong points. Eversince I was young, I have always pushed aside my school presentaions to my group members. I reason with them that since I did all the preparation, they should do the presentation. It is only fair like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How I regret not brushing up my public speaking skills then. In poly, or perhaps particularly in my course, public speaking is very important. We even have a module called Oral Communication. My grades for this particular module is an average C. Urgh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking of OC, I think my tutor for this module doesn't really like me. In fact, I have had this feeling since the first day I stepped into her class. I don't know whether I am being overly sensitive. On the other hand, my classmates have said that they too felt that the tutor does not like our class. Is it because we are too outspoken? Or perhaps it is because our class has particularly many female students, she may feel inferior in comparison to our erm... youth and erm... physical looks. I really don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, my mother is upset that I am blogging so late. She says that I am not doing anything constructive and in fact, I am wasting electricity. So, that will be all for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-112456483983057130?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112456483983057130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=112456483983057130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/112456483983057130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/112456483983057130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-109522008878716332</id><published>2004-09-15T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T11:48:40.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead</title><content type='html'>I am so dead!!! I did not have enough time to finish my geography paper!!! Shit! I did not do 3 questions worth 19 marks! I am so dead! I think I spent far too much time on the physical geography questions. Damn! I hope I don't fail. Please please don't let me fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to make up for my mistake. I have to score really well for my MCQ geography. Hopefully I can breeze through this section. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-109522008878716332?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/109522008878716332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=109522008878716332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/109522008878716332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/109522008878716332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2004/09/dead.html' title='Dead'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-109521976026521363</id><published>2004-09-14T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T11:42:40.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Woes</title><content type='html'>Finished my history exam! My mugging paid off! I actually remembered some facts! I did not have to crap entirely! I feel good. Now however is time for Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography is a great subject! But it is so terribly difficult to do well! There are so many facts, so many explainations. I must go get all these facts in my head now. I think I will burn midnight oil tonight. Farewell my comrades! Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-109521976026521363?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/109521976026521363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=109521976026521363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/109521976026521363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/109521976026521363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2004/09/geography-woes.html' title='Geography Woes'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-109521937192399632</id><published>2004-09-13T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T11:36:11.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugging</title><content type='html'>Prelims are so stressing!!! I must study like hell. It is History tomorrow! I hate history! I never do well in history, always failed it until Mid-Yr. I actually passed! On the dot. I hate Russia, Germany and China now! Why must I Learn their history? I never understood why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go now! Start my mugging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-109521937192399632?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/109521937192399632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=109521937192399632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/109521937192399632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/109521937192399632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2004/09/mugging.html' title='Mugging'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-109446078813060874</id><published>2004-09-07T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T16:53:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>Testing the stupid settings. Doesn't seem to be working! How do i lodge a complaint? Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-109446078813060874?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/109446078813060874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=109446078813060874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/109446078813060874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/109446078813060874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2004/09/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-109445827574051045</id><published>2004-09-07T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T16:45:27.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do</title><content type='html'>I'm BORED. B-O-R-E-D. So bored. Got nothing to do today. My mum seems to bepiling me with mundane chores only. I've cleaned my rabbit's hutch, taken in the clothes and now i've got nothing to do. I want to go out and watch a movie! My sister asked her just now but she did not want to watch a movie!!! Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a change of plans today. We were supposed to go to the hairdressers today, but it was postponed to Wednesday, now we have a facial and a hairdresser's appointment on Wednesday. We are going to have to rush here and there then. I think i'll go and read a book now. So BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-109445827574051045?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/109445827574051045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=109445827574051045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/109445827574051045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/109445827574051045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2004/09/nothing-to-do.html' title='Nothing to do'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181924.post-109418761014040082</id><published>2004-09-03T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T13:00:10.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSED!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Damn stressed you know! Prelims! 'O' Levels! Who the hell invented exams! Stupid person! Why must they do this to stress us, poor students? I need to go shopping! Cooking does not work, tried already. I ended up cooking enough food for a banquet. And guess what,  I am the only person going to eat all the food i cooked. I am going to be fatter than i already am. But you got to admit, cooking gives you a sense of achievement. I feel so proud of myself. And the food actually tastes quite good you know. Actually, i think the food tastes fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh!!! I've got a splitting headache now. After this i think i'll go for a nap. Sleeping is the best cure for almost every sickness in the world. I can't sleep yet! My stupid sister is not back yet! Man! Never mind, i think i'll just go catch forty winks. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181924-109418761014040082?l=queenjoanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/feeds/109418761014040082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181924&amp;postID=109418761014040082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/109418761014040082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181924/posts/default/109418761014040082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenjoanne.blogspot.com/2004/09/stressed.html' title='STRESSED!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Queen Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794306512523478666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
