<?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-14106990</id><updated>2012-01-28T04:06:58.978+08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='guides'/><category term='treatise'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='photo'/><category term='memories'/><category term='poem'/><category term='football'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='DONi'/><title type='text'>futUre qUeen</title><subtitle type='html'>I learnt my lesson. Let us be strangers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>530</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4983011968221470685</id><published>2012-01-28T04:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T04:06:58.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Cny is not over</title><content type='html'>A couple more days and sch will begin. I have to start doing my homework and read the law textbook. Which is super frustrating when all you read is nail art design and the only thing you do is sleep and eat. &lt;br /&gt;So I need to be hardworking. I pray for me to be more focus. So I need to be hardworking. On second note, remind me to put money in the bank. It's gonna reach the minimum amount soon. Lucky for cny. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cny. The feeling has pass. But it was fun. Preparing and enjoying cny eve and second day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortune cookie is kinda disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;It's just different than last year one. And it just told me the same thing. So I shall captain my own ship and be more independent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you all 新年快乐. May the Dragon year be a good one. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CKNJKSPya58/TyMD37bjDOI/AAAAAAAABcw/Vi0mC-nDEi8/s640/blogger-image-819982863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CKNJKSPya58/TyMD37bjDOI/AAAAAAAABcw/Vi0mC-nDEi8/s640/blogger-image-819982863.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zZvxn-hW-HU/TyMD4eY1gVI/AAAAAAAABc0/oGVgErYURno/s640/blogger-image-203387499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zZvxn-hW-HU/TyMD4eY1gVI/AAAAAAAABc0/oGVgErYURno/s640/blogger-image-203387499.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4983011968221470685?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4983011968221470685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4983011968221470685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4983011968221470685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4983011968221470685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-is-not-over.html' title='Cny is not over'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CKNJKSPya58/TyMD37bjDOI/AAAAAAAABcw/Vi0mC-nDEi8/s72-c/blogger-image-819982863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-3708643649188183714</id><published>2012-01-18T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:32:00.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Pretty Lovely Elegant Dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ssYx7g4NT-c/TxXkhZK488I/AAAAAAAABb8/Hy-cKw3QimQ/s640/blogger-image-410150463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need dresses like this for formal dinner.If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to post some series of pictures of dresses. And I am just too tired to crop them up. So bare with me. But enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;All the screen shot pictures are taken from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.pronovias.mobi/#novia"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xDL1vBbLlrY/TxXkh0NlFoI/AAAAAAAABcE/LekFPK-vX5w/s640/blogger-image-1254805002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find this pretty. Cause its just a simple design like something i could have drawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CDDjGqDhVEE/TxXkeFNmgaI/AAAAAAAABbc/qhbTk03jSKo/s640/blogger-image-1960859233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another simple one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7zv43A4hYho/TxXkjWZmLyI/AAAAAAAABcQ/GcL_Ed6ddrA/s640/blogger-image-1223038710.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elegant one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1fP68YLA89w/TxXkdrFpbUI/AAAAAAAABbU/bVqQCJX0wpw/s1600/blogger-image--1745990183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1fP68YLA89w/TxXkdrFpbUI/AAAAAAAABbU/bVqQCJX0wpw/s640/blogger-image--1745990183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want something like this for my wedding dress. Never really use a one shoulder before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-19YaRNPxktQ/TxXkfbOYQPI/AAAAAAAABbs/KK1DeX0I_Jg/s640/blogger-image-1697121864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-19YaRNPxktQ/TxXkfbOYQPI/AAAAAAAABbs/KK1DeX0I_Jg/s640/blogger-image-1697121864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just for more formal one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now for more normal one. Maybe for the bridesmaid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TQJlukae96k/TxXkgVyhhzI/AAAAAAAABb0/AsNFPTFf5i8/s640/blogger-image--366175278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TQJlukae96k/TxXkgVyhhzI/AAAAAAAABb0/AsNFPTFf5i8/s640/blogger-image--366175278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only im thin and can pull this dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AqTMC1FoBFA/TxXkkGni2sI/AAAAAAAABcc/G87YMfTC2dE/s640/blogger-image-316502239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AqTMC1FoBFA/TxXkkGni2sI/AAAAAAAABcc/G87YMfTC2dE/s640/blogger-image-316502239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this actually. Simple and just simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vyDYqo-dI5Y/TxXkc-0pDyI/AAAAAAAABbQ/fvEb2BUnVsc/s640/blogger-image--400852376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vyDYqo-dI5Y/TxXkc-0pDyI/AAAAAAAABbQ/fvEb2BUnVsc/s640/blogger-image--400852376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-V078dZNL0_I/TxXkilnC0iI/AAAAAAAABcM/NjbO9WhELNA/s640/blogger-image-825764850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-V078dZNL0_I/TxXkilnC0iI/AAAAAAAABcM/NjbO9WhELNA/s640/blogger-image-825764850.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wG9LSIujcpA/TxXke42_0_I/AAAAAAAABbg/ctAsAMwoZzc/s640/blogger-image-1663673516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wG9LSIujcpA/TxXke42_0_I/AAAAAAAABbg/ctAsAMwoZzc/s640/blogger-image-1663673516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this, its just simple and nice. The 2nd pic, the type of dress will make people look tall. So its awesome and really elegant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6BueHfCHJ_s/TxXklfIECtI/AAAAAAAABck/UhDVq0q4wjY/s640/blogger-image-1850866152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6BueHfCHJ_s/TxXklfIECtI/AAAAAAAABck/UhDVq0q4wjY/s640/blogger-image-1850866152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course you need one for Chinese new year. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-3708643649188183714?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3708643649188183714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=3708643649188183714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3708643649188183714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3708643649188183714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2012/01/pretty-lovely-elegant-dresses.html' title='Pretty Lovely Elegant Dresses'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ssYx7g4NT-c/TxXkhZK488I/AAAAAAAABb8/Hy-cKw3QimQ/s72-c/blogger-image-410150463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6508098104906349870</id><published>2012-01-18T04:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:33:28.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elie Saab</title><content type='html'>So while watching way too many fashion tv in hong kong, and trying to find good songs, we actually came across a collection that is so darling. We love them all. &lt;br /&gt;Like finally. &lt;br /&gt;Coz we saw a lot of collections and liked some of them. But Elie Saab 2011 fall/winter collection is just the best. I mean when we watched it, we really think that's the best collection. Coz every piece is just lovely. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's the link. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://m.eliesaab.com/en/NaN/fw-2011-2012"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6508098104906349870?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6508098104906349870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6508098104906349870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6508098104906349870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6508098104906349870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2012/01/elie-saab.html' title='Elie Saab'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-356897759985663925</id><published>2012-01-10T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:38:12.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>Im so bored &lt;br /&gt;In class&lt;br /&gt;Wanna sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-356897759985663925?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/356897759985663925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=356897759985663925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/356897759985663925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/356897759985663925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-1147385826285927881</id><published>2012-01-07T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T02:19:40.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>My HK Haul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok, so I went to HK and spent a lot. And I mean a lot. When looking back at all the things I bought, then I really realized why my money depleted so fast that I have to keep taking money from the ATM. Lucky thing though food are mostly provided, if not I really really be pretty much be eating bread and jam for the rest of the year. And considering this is now only the 4th of Jan, that’s really something huh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bought a few clothing which is not in any picture because I never take photo of them. Plus some are in the washing machine as we speak. I mean as I wrote. So here is a few things that I got.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-CVDwsq-478c/TwNJK09mq1I/AAAAAAAABRY/KMnSHcrbXm0/s1600-h/IMG_2384%25255B17%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2384" border="0" alt="IMG_2384" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hfmfB_txB9g/TwNJL8XQIqI/AAAAAAAABRg/unjd_cgPYJI/IMG_2384_thumb%25255B15%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0Mb6TGj5UsU/TwNJNWqgYqI/AAAAAAAABRo/wAtsTGspTqE/IMG_2393%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2393" border="0" alt="IMG_2393" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-NuhqtOgzNzw/TwNJYZdlbcI/AAAAAAAABRw/YEnRbKVKVv0/IMG_2393_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="229"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hand cream from body shop. Vanilla, cranberry and ginger. Love love love the smell.&lt;br&gt;Went crazy at LUSH. But these are all for birthday present. Huimin, yours is the SNOW FAIRY. The celebrate has color. Both smell really good. And the snow fairy is Christmas edition. It has expiry date, so you bo bian has to use it. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-87nLwo0Z57c/TwNJZv0Hk9I/AAAAAAAABR4/I4hqoIlB30Q/s1600-h/IMG_2381%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2381" border="0" alt="IMG_2381" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-eUWm0ntKSIA/TwNJaVTb5KI/AAAAAAAABSA/H_mWQyFKYoA/IMG_2381_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chocolate. Lip gloss. These are from Rachel. And I’m giving them to the little sisters of friends. They are just so cute. Just feel like eating them up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NK4Dhy18MZQ/TwNJcKn3zdI/AAAAAAAABSI/M4LuTDMFtaI/s1600-h/IMG_2404%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2404" border="0" alt="IMG_2404" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Rjnuv7ALcEg/TwNJdTZ9mmI/AAAAAAAABSQ/k5ewyaG1lwk/IMG_2404_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="224"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BdAdccIPWkw/TwR96T1zsDI/AAAAAAAABSY/JDOk7X6qSMw/s1600-h/IMG_23944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2394" border="0" alt="IMG_2394" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vpcnKBa8GAg/TwR-Ara1sUI/AAAAAAAABSg/lWjmIK7_PFo/IMG_2394_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="223"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Had to go crazy and bought perfumes. I like the new Incanto one. Its white and smell heavenly. For the Bebe, basically bought the wrong one. I wanted the Bebe Sheer, end up bought Bebe Bebe. Oh well, since I forgot to bring perfume to HK, at least I have something to use. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MCHJ3tOXQrg/TwR-CLBua-I/AAAAAAAABSo/cxPygpb2UIA/s1600-h/IMG_23957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2395" border="0" alt="IMG_2395" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pClVO_DVZs8/TwR-C6IHoaI/AAAAAAAABSw/KkLZ58Zsx9c/IMG_2395_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="141" height="151"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-o2jL6TonRSA/TwR-EPkwskI/AAAAAAAABS4/7cI1niU40OI/s1600-h/IMG_23967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2396" border="0" alt="IMG_2396" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-dePNwKqb7pQ/TwR-FJmwb_I/AAAAAAAABTA/eqahfJ_X5j8/IMG_2396_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="157" height="151"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KospX4cnWIU/TwR-GWTE98I/AAAAAAAABTI/4N3ALcCVZlc/s1600-h/IMG_23988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2398" border="0" alt="IMG_2398" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Hc3rtAUl4OY/TwR-HST5dmI/AAAAAAAABTQ/-7vaQbZfXW0/IMG_2398_thumb6.jpg?imgmax=800" width="143" height="151"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-eAqkqFhT_8s/TwR-NNJcRpI/AAAAAAAABTY/lPYRJGbIvo8/s1600-h/IMG_23997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2399" border="0" alt="IMG_2399" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3qURMsihTsw/TwR-OL6ngHI/AAAAAAAABTg/XxXywE6i-Cg/IMG_2399_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="251" height="268"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ROLweLeoX_M/TwR-l23FwaI/AAAAAAAABTo/yvBHHOdbciM/IMG_24289.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2428" border="0" alt="IMG_2428" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UWwedIFSrqA/TwcW6G60XyI/AAAAAAAABTw/fOHVO0mAZbA/IMG_2428_thumb6.jpg?imgmax=800" width="193" height="268"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Got all these wallet and cardholders. Bought a Rilakkuma coin purse and Spongebob contact lenses case too. But its given away before a picture can be taken. Btw, the coin purse are tiny. A bit smaller than the card. Had had had to get the ice shots. Wanted it since forever. It is an ice container that looks like shot glasses. So your shot glass will be made of ice. Just need it. And it only cost $25. And since I'm a cheapo, I went to Muji to get the monthly and weekly diary. &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-seo7uNjG6QM/TwcW7Fn-9mI/AAAAAAAABaw/Ra5Sz6hQvz8/s1600-h/IMG_24261%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2426" border="0" alt="IMG_2426" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-f2Tf9K5ZJC0/TwcW8L3921I/AAAAAAAABa0/S9cmaPy_WZI/IMG_24261_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="114" height="159"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-iAZOqnGZEmU/TwcW9OF_eGI/AAAAAAAABa4/n-34u--jzFM/s1600-h/IMG_2401%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2401" border="0" alt="IMG_2401" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-aaat9haRRpo/TwcW95arL_I/AAAAAAAABa8/Z56MxdI2eH0/IMG_2401_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="112" height="159"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2ZO7QIxyNpg/TwcW-1wCtTI/AAAAAAAABbA/YwAic8Lm6Vs/s1600-h/IMG_2400%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2400" border="0" alt="IMG_2400" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HOVu84_BYPw/TwcXAMBmV1I/AAAAAAAABbE/aAF-eWWr7vQ/IMG_2400_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="116" height="159"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CQJzrSLroV4/TwcXA6L3D5I/AAAAAAAABbI/Iq8vJCv0gHg/s1600-h/IMG_24031%25255B20%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2403" border="0" alt="IMG_2403" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-o5LSgU3uwVI/TwcXCDbS6SI/AAAAAAAABbM/Fx136Y_onnk/IMG_24031_thumb%25255B19%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="120" height="159"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Got this cute little purse. Since I never buy the earrings. The earrings are so cute! But I already bought a few and I shouldn’t be using cute earrings. I should be using mature earrings, at least that’s what I told myself. At 22, I should be using older stuff. But for coins, I guess it is fine. There is a Toy Story alien coin purse, which is cute too. T got it for Hannes. &lt;br&gt;Bought iron-on stuff for gifts. &lt;br&gt;Then, had to get masks. Everyone told me I need to get cosmetics and masks in HK, since the cosmetics I want cost a bomb, so I just bought masks. Cant buy a lot as luggage is too small. *Insert sad face* Had to buy facial towels. End up using 3 different ones. Haha, I am a person that cant make up my mind. It’s a Libra thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YDO2AnTM-Hk/TwhjkUFTf8I/AAAAAAAABWg/M-LhBeP0hiM/s1600-h/IMG_24108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2410" border="0" alt="IMG_2410" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-geFE4Y1qWzE/TwhjlXjXh0I/AAAAAAAABWo/Upv-WWjRKNg/IMG_2410_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;I told myself I need to invest in a good earpiece. So, ta-da.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-G92V6LqKJNQ/TwhjmUalD9I/AAAAAAAABWw/0WvLabORF7Y/s1600-h/IMG_24126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2412" border="0" alt="IMG_2412" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fwL5aeDely8/TwhjnTI7vWI/AAAAAAAABW4/JExcC19tKdQ/IMG_2412_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;T got me this for Christmas. Finally. My other hard disk is full. Now I can dl more movies. Illegal I know, but its so convenient. &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-xRjufnY6HPw/TwhjpJKtV5I/AAAAAAAABXA/DTKpLfM1BIU/s1600-h/IMG_24117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2411" border="0" alt="IMG_2411" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-etxCJEpwLoQ/TwhjprWOPoI/AAAAAAAABXE/lLhT55nHN24/IMG_2411_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="183"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qhcFCpTgxW4/TwhjqyVGFxI/AAAAAAAABXQ/prNa88EK-as/s1600-h/IMG_24067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2406" border="0" alt="IMG_2406" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-RQMlhCghIys/TwhjroxQhHI/AAAAAAAABXY/HKOqJ4slrJg/IMG_2406_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="183"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FtGEVaLKX84/TwhjtGURdNI/AAAAAAAABXg/Me7Ml6tAq9E/s1600-h/IMG_240712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2407" border="0" alt="IMG_2407" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VJZhbhdbb4Y/Twhjt9WkO4I/AAAAAAAABXk/KDMe9la4U2o/IMG_2407_thumb9.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="183"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-74eiMG8LIzM/TwhjvX-WUoI/AAAAAAAABXw/5rfMisiMc0M/s1600-h/IMG_24085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2408" border="0" alt="IMG_2408" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZHYpq3Quf5A/TwhjwUPEuqI/AAAAAAAABX4/2dEGantVkIA/IMG_2408_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="183"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Food food food. Cant leave without them. So, these are a few of the things I bought. Kalai wanted to watch Cars when it was going to be shown in cinema, so I had to get these. It was pretty ex, comparing to kinder surprise. So, even though I wanted to get the pooh and the princess and others, I can only get one. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XYPHQ2jrURE/TwhjxlVBKII/AAAAAAAABYA/hecCXFXhS50/s1600-h/IMG_24054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2405" border="0" alt="IMG_2405" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MYqJswfM6-4/TwhjyRMxcjI/AAAAAAAABYI/ueznFTRgZKc/IMG_2405_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="199"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Got a KAKA slipper. Not the soccer player though, but Kaka the tiger. The mascot of Chimelong zoo. Oh well, its still Kaka. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1g69r0BgbFQ/TwhjzIDgRcI/AAAAAAAABYQ/S1d3TghR8Mk/s1600-h/IMG_20494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2049" border="0" alt="IMG_2049" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HvnCXxJaAFM/Twhjz5uSJ3I/AAAAAAAABYU/yrs5LqgM1Q8/IMG_2049_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="136" height="184"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Ul7y9n0oyec/Twhj0pjXfbI/AAAAAAAABYg/0mhX8sauATc/s1600-h/IMG_20503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2050" border="0" alt="IMG_2050" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ajcSGKZfibw/Twhj1nAYLoI/AAAAAAAABYk/zvy9urbdx_k/IMG_2050_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-f_rkRMwUYjA/Twhj2XXD2DI/AAAAAAAABYs/i92-3sL85Kk/s1600-h/IMG_19995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1999" border="0" alt="IMG_1999" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-a3zZDQsDwg4/Twhj3FELXCI/AAAAAAAABY0/aCb68ZWSuqA/IMG_1999_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="93" height="184"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1L5rIiU-Ifs/Twhj4LHgNuI/AAAAAAAABY8/cGimVclIeoA/s1600-h/IMG_24143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2414" border="0" alt="IMG_2414" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6HzwFotqih0/Twhj44E-EEI/AAAAAAAABZE/01yMqQ_SVos/IMG_2414_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First round of nail polish. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-SiBvG_PaMus/Twhj6Fm9huI/AAAAAAAABZQ/kb8Ci77Raas/s1600-h/IMG_24314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2431" border="0" alt="IMG_2431" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pX_ZMjUms4s/Twhj622zO7I/AAAAAAAABZY/fgwCi6LQb4o/IMG_2431_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="249" height="193"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feel in love with the ring. Kinda. Haha, I don’t use ring, but I find it too cute to resist.&lt;br&gt;Had to get new ipod. Since the old one is just 2GB and the songs have not change in 5-6 years.&lt;br&gt;Charms charms charms. Saw many many charms, but I finally got &lt;strike&gt;one&lt;/strike&gt; two from Accessorize. Saw the teapot, fell in love but I still keep on searching. Kept on until the cousins went out of the store. Haha, but finally decided on these two. Even though I want more. So proud of myself. Lastly bought the 6 hole paper and pens. The white pen is with a pencil, so its two in one. Just wanted to use a pencil, end up also never really use it. &lt;br&gt;The best part was, R got me a white pen too. &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9XKFoFke9cM/Twhj7gAd8nI/AAAAAAAABZg/mfsv0vHpGOo/s1600-h/IMG_24023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2402" border="0" alt="IMG_2402" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gv6pE9UttMU/Twhj8QQROSI/AAAAAAAABZk/zd_MoZYsScc/IMG_2402_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="106"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7UUX0hE_r5M/Twhj9RlCdbI/AAAAAAAABZw/xpJYuSEffbg/s1600-h/IMG_24173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2417" border="0" alt="IMG_2417" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VN2sYG68hB4/Twhj-G6T4cI/AAAAAAAABZ0/BVIHwM65DlQ/IMG_2417_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Got these stuff for used in HK.&lt;br&gt;Hand cream, moisturizer, lip balm and hand sanitizer are a few necessity you need in HK. It can be said it is mandatory. If not your skin will never be the same.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-O83BV2PXLRM/Twhj-_7i5KI/AAAAAAAABZ8/4oS9KaoMbDc/s1600-h/IMG_19435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1943" border="0" alt="IMG_1943" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gyTh9pvsjcs/Twhj_7HOlvI/AAAAAAAABaI/dXxZgZZyeic/IMG_1943_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="225" height="173"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-TSEhnj2qA_8/TwhkAzPKlNI/AAAAAAAABaQ/pJ933zocm2Y/s1600-h/IMG_24303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2430" border="0" alt="IMG_2430" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2DiD3EAqZsY/TwhkB9oZ-7I/AAAAAAAABaY/1893WdhFVBk/IMG_2430_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My crazy buy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Most of the money go to these. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I am so in love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ok, I think I love them all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hehe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lastly, my personal favorite. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vM3omuv1fBE/TwhkDOJvEbI/AAAAAAAABag/Aq6juJgEJMU/s1600-h/IMG_24293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2429" border="0" alt="IMG_2429" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BZrpUPR9lYE/TwhkD85RP_I/AAAAAAAABak/Z8i-a3vNiVI/IMG_2429_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="183"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nails oh nails. Haha, this is the amount of nail stuff I got. Too little actually, when I consider how little nail polish color I got. Sad. But yah, got all this. So I can keep myself busy or distress myself from school or just have fun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So that’s about it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-1147385826285927881?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1147385826285927881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=1147385826285927881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1147385826285927881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1147385826285927881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-hk-haul.html' title='My HK Haul'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hfmfB_txB9g/TwNJL8XQIqI/AAAAAAAABRg/unjd_cgPYJI/s72-c/IMG_2384_thumb%25255B15%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4425863623563019585</id><published>2012-01-04T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:10:58.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that I'm back in sg I kinda miss hk. Miss having holiday. Miss shopping. Miss the sauna and steaming and even gym. Miss LKF. Miss the fair fair cool guys. Miss the weather. Miss mango. Miss the bathtub. &lt;br /&gt;What I don't miss is the no alone time. Share bed. Spending money. &lt;br /&gt;You can never be truly happy can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4425863623563019585?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4425863623563019585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4425863623563019585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4425863623563019585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4425863623563019585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2012/01/now-that-im-back-in-sg-i-kinda-miss-hk.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6317915058783076269</id><published>2012-01-01T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T02:59:37.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Tiramisu mcflurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fRSYYltVCss/Tv9blTSbYaI/AAAAAAAABRQ/LiAMKEjG6iw/s640/blogger-image-1708057456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fRSYYltVCss/Tv9blTSbYaI/AAAAAAAABRQ/LiAMKEjG6iw/s640/blogger-image-1708057456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6317915058783076269?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6317915058783076269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6317915058783076269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6317915058783076269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6317915058783076269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2012/01/tiramisu-mcflurry.html' title='Tiramisu mcflurry'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fRSYYltVCss/Tv9blTSbYaI/AAAAAAAABRQ/LiAMKEjG6iw/s72-c/blogger-image-1708057456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-5332861536810483325</id><published>2011-12-23T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T01:26:11.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Went shopping again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gosh I love to shop.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its all I just wanna do. Shop + eat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just need money though.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-5332861536810483325?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5332861536810483325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=5332861536810483325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5332861536810483325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5332861536810483325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/12/went-shopping-again.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6785243471327557000</id><published>2011-12-19T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T03:18:27.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Life in HK</title><content type='html'>It has been a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop&lt;br /&gt;Eat - mostly home cook. &lt;br /&gt;- salad &lt;br /&gt;Cheese for supper&lt;br /&gt;White wine&lt;br /&gt;Sauna&lt;br /&gt;Go back room watch movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to find this crispy baked char shu bao in Sg. I'm so in love. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-w4gYZn7EB8o/Tu48gsVsF4I/AAAAAAAABRI/9BDXzTjEUF0/s640/blogger-image-1218834821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-w4gYZn7EB8o/Tu48gsVsF4I/AAAAAAAABRI/9BDXzTjEUF0/s640/blogger-image-1218834821.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6785243471327557000?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6785243471327557000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6785243471327557000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6785243471327557000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6785243471327557000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-in-hk.html' title='Life in HK'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-w4gYZn7EB8o/Tu48gsVsF4I/AAAAAAAABRI/9BDXzTjEUF0/s72-c/blogger-image-1218834821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-2204268412997820620</id><published>2011-12-17T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T02:23:51.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-2204268412997820620?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2204268412997820620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=2204268412997820620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2204268412997820620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2204268412997820620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-need-life.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-357859581087708442</id><published>2011-12-13T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T17:05:59.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remind me to do a haul for whatever stuff I bought back home. :) I wanna see how much I buy. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong kong is making me broke. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-357859581087708442?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/357859581087708442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=357859581087708442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/357859581087708442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/357859581087708442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/12/remind-me-to-do-haul-for-whatever-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-2208144820565066841</id><published>2011-12-02T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:28:36.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never feel so much as a failure before. If I can die peacefully it will be super great. &lt;br /&gt;Save money. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-2208144820565066841?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2208144820565066841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=2208144820565066841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2208144820565066841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2208144820565066841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-feel-so-much-as-failure-before.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4835035572847456000</id><published>2011-11-22T02:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T02:37:11.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>20 11 2011 plus a day</title><content type='html'>Made a tumblr for my nails. R suggested it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw made this super bling and colorful nail. Looks like anyhow work. Which I guess it is, but this just represent us. &lt;br /&gt;Lots of gems with only 3 real one. The rest are not. One black one that should be focus but you can't tell unless you really observed. Three stars just like what everything should be. Messy and chaotic what relationship is. Colorful and bright, in the end it's beautiful like that. Many differences yet all compliment each other. Just like us. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Gtawpbok1NM/TsqaVXHs47I/AAAAAAAABQ4/v7XQXJnZyzk/s640/blogger-image-1164304706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Gtawpbok1NM/TsqaVXHs47I/AAAAAAAABQ4/v7XQXJnZyzk/s640/blogger-image-1164304706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4835035572847456000?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4835035572847456000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4835035572847456000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4835035572847456000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4835035572847456000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/11/made-tumblr-for-my-nails.html' title='20 11 2011 plus a day'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Gtawpbok1NM/TsqaVXHs47I/AAAAAAAABQ4/v7XQXJnZyzk/s72-c/blogger-image-1164304706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4775286980744990451</id><published>2011-11-17T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T02:50:46.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why in Singapore, it is a crime to commit suicide?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4775286980744990451?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4775286980744990451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4775286980744990451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4775286980744990451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4775286980744990451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-in-singapore-it-is-crime-to-commit.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-5697253549383865429</id><published>2011-11-15T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T01:28:47.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know those days when you think of dying because you suddenly realize you have no purpose in life. Those days are now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-5697253549383865429?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5697253549383865429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=5697253549383865429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5697253549383865429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5697253549383865429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-know-those-days-when-you-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-1164546097438863921</id><published>2011-11-15T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T01:24:15.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>My dear elephant</title><content type='html'>Thought of huimin then I know I must make elephant&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hA_pcXs6uvI/TsFOvogSvOI/AAAAAAAABOw/trJxxH_CYMk/s640/blogger-image--1811716336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hA_pcXs6uvI/TsFOvogSvOI/AAAAAAAABOw/trJxxH_CYMk/s640/blogger-image--1811716336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-1164546097438863921?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1164546097438863921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=1164546097438863921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1164546097438863921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1164546097438863921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-dear-elephant.html' title='My dear elephant'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hA_pcXs6uvI/TsFOvogSvOI/AAAAAAAABOw/trJxxH_CYMk/s72-c/blogger-image--1811716336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-791357112607422568</id><published>2011-11-14T02:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T02:38:02.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow when this is on my own nails, it just wouldn't turn out right. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X2uufQ8eA3U/TsAOiOn_hZI/AAAAAAAABOo/G3212vR35iA/s640/blogger-image--1149925346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X2uufQ8eA3U/TsAOiOn_hZI/AAAAAAAABOo/G3212vR35iA/s640/blogger-image--1149925346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-791357112607422568?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/791357112607422568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=791357112607422568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/791357112607422568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/791357112607422568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/11/somehow-when-this-is-on-my-own-nails-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X2uufQ8eA3U/TsAOiOn_hZI/AAAAAAAABOo/G3212vR35iA/s72-c/blogger-image--1149925346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-3237498216302028895</id><published>2011-11-09T03:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T03:52:59.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is a jerk if he is</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9b00d3"&gt;Taken from cosmo, Deborah Tan:&lt;br&gt;To me, and I'm sure a lot of women will agree, for a man to be classfied as a jerk, he'd probably have to be one or all of these things:&lt;br&gt;1. Emotionally manipulative&lt;br&gt;2. Emotionally abusive&lt;br&gt;3. Physically and verbally abusive&lt;br&gt;4. Indulge in passive-aggressive behaviour&lt;br&gt;5. Says a lot of things that are aimed at chopping up your self-esteem&lt;br&gt;6. &lt;font style="background-color: #ffff00"&gt;Unsupportive of your goals and dreams&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Is uninterested in your friends and family&lt;br&gt;8. Monopolises your time so you can't spend it with the other people who matter to you&lt;br&gt;9. Totally treating you as an afterthought to everything else in his life (like seriously, if he ever blew you off for like Warcraft Version 623, drop him like a hot potato!)&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;Hehe, see. Now you know why people are pissed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-3237498216302028895?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3237498216302028895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=3237498216302028895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3237498216302028895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3237498216302028895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/11/he-is-jerk-if-he-is.html' title='He is a jerk if he is'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-5536497473198763497</id><published>2011-11-03T06:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T06:26:32.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>A house</title><content type='html'>Oh when can I ever have a house on my own?&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a dream house. I just want my own kitchen. Complete with all those fabulous stuff. Pantry, ovens, microwave, toaster, fryer, griller, waffles maker, coffer maker, water dispenser, popcorn maker?, ice cream maker?, cotton candy too? Juicer, mixer, wine cooler, food dispenser, tools, pans, knives, pots, kettle, steamers, all those things. Tins and jars an containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my dream goes a little like this. In a beautiful place lays a house. House is furnished beautifully. With some very classic for guests, adult guests, some very modern for comfort. But it's a very nice place. Where windows are filled with sunlight, even though the weather is a nice 16°C. &lt;br /&gt;My 2 kids are sitting on the bench under the sunlight buzzing through the window reading story books. While my other kid is somewhere with the nanny playing with toy cars or trains. Btw my 2 kids are mix, angmoh race. I have pretty children. And they were complaining how daddy work too much and they did not see him enough. &lt;br /&gt;Daddy is always oversea. Working really hard to provide his wife the dream home. Well he probably is one super successful man with a mistress on the side. Or in every country h suppose to be. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, My home. The main door is facing South. On the left you can see the sea. There is a port thingy where our yacht is parked. And the beautiful blue ocean water. With sands where the kids can build sandcastle. But the dream never show much bout the sea. Coz I was more focus on the back, right side of the house. Where I was standing on a big patch of grass surrounded by trees aka forest. But only at one side. The other side is as I pointed to my faceless husband, I want a lake. And my dream magically give me a lake. So a lake with a forest and a house in a distance. Sounds lovely and creepy. Depending on the soundtrack. &lt;br /&gt;Then I pointed to that husband I want a swimming pool with chairs and a place where we can eat breakfast outdoor. And a place for BBQ. Tada. Magically appear. Wonderful dream that I got. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was just the perfect house. With a great husband and lovely children. A nice wonderful place to throw parties. &lt;br /&gt;Now if only it was real. &lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna come true. &lt;br /&gt;But I saw what my imagination want. And I seriously don't think I want to settle for less. But I know I have to. If only it was so not impossible. &lt;br /&gt;Dreams may come true but how much are you willing to bet not this one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-5536497473198763497?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5536497473198763497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=5536497473198763497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5536497473198763497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5536497473198763497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/11/house.html' title='A house'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-763796436406377837</id><published>2011-10-31T06:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T06:26:45.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I officially hate the taste of alcohol</title><content type='html'>I seriously can't cope. It's pretty bad. I got no self control at all. I'm pretty much failing. Wasted 1.5 on a module that I'm gonna fail. I can't take this anymore. After 1st nov, I will have to do something with my life. Get a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Yogi in his uniform walking to burger king alone for lunch. Is just a sight I wish I didn't see. That isn't him. He don't look that old. He's with a girl we all don't really like. But apparently she makes him happy. Like me he's losing friends. But he has NS. And he will make new one. Plus guys don't bitch about one another. When they do, they don't choose friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkong is probably out right now. Just when I finally accept it and actually looking forward to go and isolate myself. I need that break. Last year HK change me, I hope it can bring a part of me back. I miss that. It's Halloween and I'm not doing anything. True I have exam, but when since I ever not do something. Or even plan an idea to do something. I don't need to do something, but at least I will usually have ideas in my head. This time nothing. So not like me at all. I really lose myself completely. At least the really personal me. The me towards me part. &lt;br /&gt;I am still the me with my cousins. With people I say hi. But other than that, I don't know what I've become. Being strong suck. I stand up for myself and up losing people who are not worth my time. I am suppose to lose those fake people. I am already fake without them, but with them I'm a greater monster. So I'm a better person now, no? But it just sux. Those fake people make life non lonely. Tiring but no lonely. Coz you can just be fake together, it's a thing you can do. Now, nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new beginning. Somewhere fresh. Somewhere people don't know me. I need to run. I need to hide. I need a new life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand to see what is happening in my life anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad there people I cannot leave behind. But in order to find happiness, is it worth leaving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-763796436406377837?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/763796436406377837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=763796436406377837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/763796436406377837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/763796436406377837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-officially-hate-taste-of-alcohol.html' title='I officially hate the taste of alcohol'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-5345524276556169501</id><published>2011-10-29T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T19:16:37.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The three musketeer</title><content type='html'>I wanted to watch it for some reason. And I did. Guess what? Orlando played as a bad guy. Like wah, seriously just so.. Cool. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-5345524276556169501?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5345524276556169501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=5345524276556169501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5345524276556169501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5345524276556169501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-musketeer.html' title='The three musketeer'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-363156762746243637</id><published>2011-10-22T03:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T03:04:23.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flu then stomach ache. This is my body telling me that it doesn't want to study. My mind is already blank. So good job guys. Now what, just wait till I fail?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fail. First is expensive. Second I don't want that lecturer again to teach me. Very sian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tummy pain. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-363156762746243637?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/363156762746243637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=363156762746243637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/363156762746243637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/363156762746243637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/flu-then-stomach-ache.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-3993908308193911379</id><published>2011-10-19T04:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T04:12:36.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Skyscraper by Demi Lovato</title><content type='html'>Skies are crying, I am watching&lt;br /&gt;Catching teardrops in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Only silence, as it's ending, like we never had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take everything I have&lt;br /&gt;You can break everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm made of glass&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm made of paper&lt;br /&gt;Go on and try to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;I will be rising from the ground&lt;br /&gt;Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the smoke clears&lt;br /&gt;I awaken and untangle you from me&lt;br /&gt;Would it make you feel better to watch me while I bleed&lt;br /&gt;All my windows still are broken but I'm standing on my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take everything I have&lt;br /&gt;You can break everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm made of glass&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm made of paper&lt;br /&gt;Go on and try to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;I will be rising from the ground&lt;br /&gt;Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go run run run I'm gonna stay right here&lt;br /&gt;Watch you disappear yeah&lt;br /&gt;Go run run run yeah it's a long way down&lt;br /&gt;But I'm closer to the clouds up here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take everything I have&lt;br /&gt;You can break everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm made of glass&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm made of paper&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;Go on and try to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;I will be rising from the ground&lt;br /&gt;Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper&lt;br /&gt;Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper&lt;br /&gt;Like a skyscraper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the music video, and was wondering who sing this song as she looked so like someone I dont know. But her voice is vaguely familiar. the song heard it a few times before. &lt;br /&gt;Then at the end it finally show it was by Demi. Well seriously she look so different. Better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway why I was so paying attention to this song is cause it is a very sad song. But it has a very strong lyrics. Bout the end but she's going to be alright and be even better than before. And I want that. &lt;br /&gt;I want to rise from the ground. Like a skyscraper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is painful to watch the person you loved with someone else. You no longer want to think about it, but somehow you can't. They are always on your mind. Happy and mocking you. You want to curse. You want to cry. You want the relationship back. But there is a reason why you break up in the first place. And I always have to remember that. No good to ever go back. Need to move on. &lt;br /&gt;So I say farewell I guess. No more ties if possible. I am happy you found her. Not found, more like rekindle with her. So I wish you all the best in life. Without asking jokingly who will you choose, you choose her. So I will back away. Stay happy. The two of you. You guys deserve each other. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-3993908308193911379?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3993908308193911379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=3993908308193911379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3993908308193911379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3993908308193911379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/skyscraper-by-demi-lovato.html' title='Skyscraper by Demi Lovato'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4875023750080968927</id><published>2011-10-18T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:59:23.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mischa outbreak</title><content type='html'>Kelly said, "shit". Eneng is like don't say that word. Mischa is like yah don't say that word. We are like what word cha. And she say that word. Mischa is like "that word, she say one." Then like ok. Eneng went out. &lt;br /&gt;Then we continue to play. Then Kelly said it again. Mischa is like you cannot say that word. And we all say what word. She say, "the word she say just now." We ask again what word. She blurt it out, "shit". Haha. Then her eyes are starting to get wet. Then her mom came in and went to the toilet. Mischa started to cry. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, so cute. &lt;br /&gt;I forgot how cute small kid is. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4875023750080968927?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4875023750080968927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4875023750080968927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4875023750080968927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4875023750080968927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/mischa-outbreak.html' title='Mischa outbreak'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-7957922158700284474</id><published>2011-10-18T03:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T03:09:55.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>If it has not been you, everything will be fine. I wouldn't produce this much tears. I wouldn't have to feel so guilty all the time. it just hurts so much. &lt;br /&gt;If it has not been you, I wouldn't have seen the light. I wouldn't know the truth. I would have been so blind. &lt;br /&gt;If it has not been you, I would have just given up. I wouldn't have the strength. I would have fallen. &lt;br /&gt;If it has not been you, I don't know what. &lt;br /&gt;You are the only thing that is making this really hard. &lt;br /&gt;Many choices before, but it wasn't a big deal. The other option was not even a choice. They don't matter as much as they should. I still think about them, but they don't matter. &lt;br /&gt;But now, I got no choice. I am just afraid of tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;Too dependent. &lt;br /&gt;Finally got my wish come true, I don't want it to just end yet. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-7957922158700284474?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7957922158700284474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=7957922158700284474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/7957922158700284474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/7957922158700284474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-1400138677941490834</id><published>2011-10-13T03:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T03:12:10.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>This is Halloween, this is ..</title><content type='html'>So finally know how to start with the Halloween idea. Using the recycled black tips, tried out a few design. All idea from the nightmare before christmas. But the only one done, by done I mean I don't want to touch them anymore are the mummies, blood splatter and spider web. All are very easy to do. And for some reason all are pretty bad. I suck at doing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I was happy today. Doubt it's because of the nails. Been pretty upset these few days, courtesy of pms. So Im not sure why today it's different. Went to keep the nails and let the half done dry before I can do step 2, then I just remember I have something to look forward tomorrow. I have a date. Just a simple one. But I'm happy nonetheless. Like there is something to do tomorrow. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, good luck to Huimin for choosing the right comfortable path. And happy birthday Sabrina. Hope you'll get a boyfriend soon. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hgIhduVcjwg/TpXmibozpAI/AAAAAAAABOg/55ujHGZLVTc/s640/blogger-image--1399286030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hgIhduVcjwg/TpXmibozpAI/AAAAAAAABOg/55ujHGZLVTc/s640/blogger-image--1399286030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-1400138677941490834?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1400138677941490834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=1400138677941490834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1400138677941490834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1400138677941490834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-halloween-this-is.html' title='This is Halloween, this is ..'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hgIhduVcjwg/TpXmibozpAI/AAAAAAAABOg/55ujHGZLVTc/s72-c/blogger-image--1399286030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-1307577527547594006</id><published>2011-10-12T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T03:16:50.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>I Dont Wanna Study for the 100th Time</title><content type='html'>I think I am slowly killing Kelly with nail polish fumes. When you use nail polish in an enclose place, you won't realize how strong the smell is. Leave your room for awhile, come back, then you'll know. &lt;br /&gt;I can only paint at night. When everyone asleep. Only then it feels right. Even though it's just on nails. &lt;br /&gt;I am so lazy to take out paints and water and the brushes to do some actual painting. My football memorial shall just be half done. &lt;br /&gt;For now though, I shall play with nails. Huimin got me the rhinestones for my birthday. She sure can read mind. As that is what I wanted to get. Plus hers has this black rhinestones. Super cool. I've seen many colors but this is a first for black. So pretty and rocking. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2nd day of break. Been doing nothing cept paint the nail tips. Below is a picture of my 2nd batch. It seems that I paint on forever. But it only that little. Next up. Design. Have no idea what to do. I know I wanna do Halloween. Follow by thanksgiving. But I just don't know how to start. I guess I just have to copy other people design. &lt;br /&gt;Plus I need to get the mood changing nail polish and glow in the dark one. Yes it's a need not a want. Stop nagging already. I know I owe lots of money. Lots and lots. &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna sleep now. Night love. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h2x3g-CcA7I/TpSVkkguPMI/AAAAAAAABOY/VFijPi_f4m4/s640/blogger-image-1470800351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h2x3g-CcA7I/TpSVkkguPMI/AAAAAAAABOY/VFijPi_f4m4/s640/blogger-image-1470800351.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-1307577527547594006?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1307577527547594006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=1307577527547594006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1307577527547594006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1307577527547594006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-don-wanna-study-for-100th-time.html' title='I Dont Wanna Study for the 100th Time'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h2x3g-CcA7I/TpSVkkguPMI/AAAAAAAABOY/VFijPi_f4m4/s72-c/blogger-image-1470800351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-200818957914216822</id><published>2011-10-11T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:23:36.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>It is Broken</title><content type='html'>And now my laptop scroll up and down thingy is spoilt. It's hard being old. Poor laptop. Seriously need a new one. Oh well. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-94jmYlGoL0w/TpMcB6oxyvI/AAAAAAAABOU/1kViVj6295g/s640/blogger-image-1108873509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-94jmYlGoL0w/TpMcB6oxyvI/AAAAAAAABOU/1kViVj6295g/s640/blogger-image-1108873509.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-200818957914216822?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/200818957914216822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=200818957914216822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/200818957914216822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/200818957914216822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-is-broken.html' title='It is Broken'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-94jmYlGoL0w/TpMcB6oxyvI/AAAAAAAABOU/1kViVj6295g/s72-c/blogger-image-1108873509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-9136787187963504756</id><published>2011-10-10T02:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T02:48:15.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>History is repeating itself. Now I gotta start all over again. Screw you. &lt;br /&gt;Don't let the new year come. &lt;br /&gt;Quit school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-9136787187963504756?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/9136787187963504756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=9136787187963504756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/9136787187963504756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/9136787187963504756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/history-is-repeating-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6642289513194329011</id><published>2011-10-09T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:46:50.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramp</title><content type='html'>I'm having the worst cramp ever. Maybe not the worst. There must be other time, but ya. I'm feeling it now. So it's freaking pain. The whole day. It's really a pain being a girl. You always have to suffer. But usually is not this bad. Sometimes it's just a mere 5 minute. I rather have my legs feeling super hot and under fire kind of feeling which I survived through last night. It's not as bad as cramp. &lt;br /&gt;Try putting the muscle rub thing. The hot feeling liquid thingy to relieve stiff shoulder or muscle ache. And put a lot on your lower leg. The calf area. Wait. Feel the burn. &lt;br /&gt;And I will tell you it's not as bad as cramp. &lt;br /&gt;All you feel is sick and unwell. And sick and moody. And sick and sick. You want to be pissed off also cannot. you just don't have the mood to be. It's really a very sian feeling. I'm just gonna rot at home and do nothing once the sun is up. Probably sleep till dinner time. And hopefully the cramp will go away. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6642289513194329011?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6642289513194329011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6642289513194329011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6642289513194329011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6642289513194329011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/cramp.html' title='Cramp'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-8057274912996434212</id><published>2011-10-07T02:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T02:39:15.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Am I bad to wish that 2012 will be the end?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do wish that. I want that. 2012, I will be in school. If it end, I will not have to worry about the future. It wont be so scary going for interview again. Writing a good resume. Waiting and hoping that you’ll get the job. Going for first day of work. Eating alone? I do not want to go through that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Which remind me, there was once a question if you rather be alone, or be with people who backstab you in the back. I can easily choose alone. Cause I was so much stronger then. Now, I rather get backstab. Cause now, I am weak. Going to college make me realize how pathetic my life is. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was so strong because everything was right. I have everything that I want. I was happy. I no longer felt jealous. No longer care about appearances. Contented with life, it was perfect. I was just &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I will do anything to be that happy again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I rather wish the world will end sooner than later, at least it will be end of all things suffering. I did my best. Well, not my best, but close to it. But I cannot determine people’s life. So even if I choose a path to go to, the people in it are going to destroy it. Because they can. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do not wish to be implicated with this bullshit, but I am stuck. I still have 2 years plus to go through with school. Then I'm free. But it will be a new life. A life that I do not want to go into.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hais hais hais.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am sad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am weak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I am thankful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do not have a wish this year. Blow a few candles and I got no wish. Every year wish for the same old thing. This year, it will be weird to wish for that as I already have it. So I just blow the candles without any wish. I will save it for a rainy day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do need to do one thing though. That is to grow thin. I need to be able to look good in my clothes thus look good, feel good and act good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-8057274912996434212?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8057274912996434212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=8057274912996434212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8057274912996434212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8057274912996434212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-wish.html' title='My Wish'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-1327637571473474554</id><published>2011-10-05T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T02:08:47.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On That Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've gotten &lt;br&gt;a little &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;yellow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;something &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;red&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;a pair of &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;blue&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;comfortable &lt;font color="#c0504d"&gt;brown&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;a &lt;font color="#666666"&gt;c&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#9b00d3"&gt;o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;l&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffc000"&gt;o&lt;/font&gt;r&lt;font color="#646b86"&gt;f&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;u&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;l &lt;/font&gt;suit&lt;br&gt;some gold&lt;br&gt;many nail polish colors: &lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;pink&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="#1fa725"&gt;green&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="#9b00d3"&gt;purple&lt;/font&gt;, ..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8+1&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;many many food.&lt;br&gt;yummy yummy dessert.&lt;br&gt;delicious fattening cakes/tarts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the best of company.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;a glance into the future.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;a person who tolerate me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;magic numbers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;a step of exercise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;incredible view.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;awesome play.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;quality time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-1327637571473474554?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1327637571473474554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=1327637571473474554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1327637571473474554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1327637571473474554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-that-day.html' title='On That Day'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-2083766143850533685</id><published>2011-10-04T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:55:29.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>From Kelly</title><content type='html'>Haha, she got me this. She said it's a little present. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7mvcU6-JBrM/TosscIfYPgI/AAAAAAAABOQ/dghjHuDf7r0/s640/blogger-image--136095969.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7mvcU6-JBrM/TosscIfYPgI/AAAAAAAABOQ/dghjHuDf7r0/s640/blogger-image--136095969.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-2083766143850533685?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2083766143850533685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=2083766143850533685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2083766143850533685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2083766143850533685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-kelly.html' title='From Kelly'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7mvcU6-JBrM/TosscIfYPgI/AAAAAAAABOQ/dghjHuDf7r0/s72-c/blogger-image--136095969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-753606046558024300</id><published>2011-10-04T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T02:15:00.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Lecture Hall?</title><content type='html'>There are just some rooms which are more ‘nicer’ than others. &lt;br /&gt;I was searching for lecture 2.37. I don’t know why. But I do love that lecture room. Suddenly it was so crowded, and so many people are around. It’s like, I doubt I've seen these people before, but they are suppose to be my classmates. So what, they never come to school? Or are we so busy focusing on familiar faces?&lt;br /&gt;Then I came cross this: "I don't really comprehend why I like that Lecture Hall 4.37, but it's an awesome place to be in, somehow!" - Jolene Ruth Tan, 20, Marketing Year 2 &lt;a href="http://www.funkygrad.com/campus/displayarticle.php?artID=1315&amp;amp;subcat=rave" title="http://www.funkygrad.com/campus/displayarticle.php?artID=1315&amp;amp;subcat=rave"&gt;http://www.funkygrad.com/campus/displayarticle.php?artID=1315&amp;amp;subcat=rave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-753606046558024300?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/753606046558024300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=753606046558024300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/753606046558024300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/753606046558024300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/special-lecture-hall.html' title='Special Lecture Hall?'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6787067892327862497</id><published>2011-10-04T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T01:58:42.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Ningning Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-olm4YNEtyMA/Ton30CqpOyI/AAAAAAAABOI/azOMXQgnkXo/s1600-h/316664_2495574676893_1478612645_3709234_1041104691_n%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="316664_2495574676893_1478612645_3709234_1041104691_n" border="0" alt="316664_2495574676893_1478612645_3709234_1041104691_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MmdUhtpIRFA/Ton30WlUkNI/AAAAAAAABOM/h3Bs2XqnYL0/316664_2495574676893_1478612645_3709234_1041104691_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;So this is the yatc minus Sab.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Went to bought her present. I don’t know if she will like it. I don’t think she does. But all we could think about is, the fact all 21 years old do not want to be reminded how old we all are. And whenever you feel upset or what, we just want comfort. What better comfort than food? What better way to eat than to eat with your own favourite plate/bowl. I don’t know, but I do like to eat with Kelly’s Barbie plate. Makes me feel young and safe. But I guess that’s just me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spent most of the time taking picture with Pam and Fiqa. Birthday girl was too busy being host. The party was mostly Connie’s friends, I guess they are the biggest part of a group, that’s why they look the biggest. But ya, safety by numbers. So the more people you group have, the more it seems like its your party. Everyone was having fun though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Had to leave early to go for Haohao’s party. Pity. If not Maomao Ho can actually come and surprise Ningning. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Haohao party, not many people come. Pretty boring. End up watching Manu match. I guess that’s about it. Nothing much to say.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6787067892327862497?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6787067892327862497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6787067892327862497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6787067892327862497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6787067892327862497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/ningning-bday.html' title='Ningning Bday'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MmdUhtpIRFA/Ton30WlUkNI/AAAAAAAABOM/h3Bs2XqnYL0/s72-c/316664_2495574676893_1478612645_3709234_1041104691_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-5250140701471211639</id><published>2011-10-03T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:56:12.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Photos from IPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7S4_yDZAtTc/TonakHjGg9I/AAAAAAAABNI/cpoDVBhoc7g/s1600-h/IMG_1211%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1211" border="0" alt="IMG_1211" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2eXzd-GA2sI/TonakoT-18I/AAAAAAAABNM/jjSpSPN0MTg/IMG_1211_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="183"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Look,my broken laptop. Anyone wanna get me a new one?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-J6KYz2e5VKo/TonalCMhSoI/AAAAAAAABNQ/cdL2MMkXrfg/s1600-h/IMG_1204%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1204" border="0" alt="IMG_1204" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1nzNOLYvNZo/TonalZx4nUI/AAAAAAAABNU/Hg2l6-PrR_I/IMG_1204_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Facebook was awesome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-AmuRhX4ch2E/TonamMe35pI/AAAAAAAABNY/qTdIscFyEio/s1600-h/IMG_1152%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1152" border="0" alt="IMG_1152" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-tfWj86zHfjY/Tonamm7xE2I/AAAAAAAABNc/S6raRqqrQjQ/IMG_1152_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, black is not a good colour. Kinda.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-tO_vWUVX6rg/Tonan4ZqiZI/AAAAAAAABNg/5YvV9-AATQY/s1600-h/IMG_0964%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0964" border="0" alt="IMG_0964" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-59C5Gd_M8qg/TonaoVtauOI/AAAAAAAABNk/et4JJ32hozc/IMG_0964_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="183"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reading this kid book, makes me understand Phantom of Opera way more. Kiddie stuff rules!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-80kzNifeInc/TonapLSb7QI/AAAAAAAABNo/XeQTz54qYDk/s1600-h/IMG_1195%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1195" border="0" alt="IMG_1195" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-iLYr3GQFsQ0/TonapvI0t4I/AAAAAAAABNs/IhUYaDjAdyc/IMG_1195_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-789x6QhtwT8/TonaqW0aHVI/AAAAAAAABNw/mnmY03mtGaI/s1600-h/IMG_1194%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1194" border="0" alt="IMG_1194" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MsTQCoapp9o/Tonaq153qDI/AAAAAAAABN0/J7RZisFrT4I/IMG_1194_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Was one day stalking this guy in the mrt, if anyone know who he is, please contact me. Haha, poor guy doesn’t know. Was planning this for Michelle, but oh well. At least now I know how well iphone can take picture. Im sorry for stalking. No, really.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-CqjPE2K47NM/TonbE2kCHkI/AAAAAAAABN4/icDX7r1f4AY/s1600-h/IMG_1143%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1143" border="0" alt="IMG_1143" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-otdtx6ctnws/TonbFjBLdoI/AAAAAAAABN8/O8WIMr9yVTA/IMG_1143_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5iflZU2qIAs/TonbGdGqKgI/AAAAAAAABOA/kyat7fAKhes/s1600-h/IMG_1144%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1144" border="0" alt="IMG_1144" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-GlhdDr5s1t4/TonbG3p1ztI/AAAAAAAABOE/bOihp3XD-5M/IMG_1144_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="183"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Was deciding between the pearl or sapphire. The blue gem won. :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-5250140701471211639?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5250140701471211639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=5250140701471211639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5250140701471211639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5250140701471211639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/photos-from-iphone.html' title='Photos from IPhone'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2eXzd-GA2sI/TonakoT-18I/AAAAAAAABNM/jjSpSPN0MTg/s72-c/IMG_1211_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-1033561975711611663</id><published>2011-09-29T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T02:14:23.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Urge to Cheat</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I feel like I need to. I want to. But it's wrong. If I want something, I should achieve it. I shouldn't cheat. But the temptation is too great. There is just too much delicious food around. How to grow thin like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-1033561975711611663?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1033561975711611663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=1033561975711611663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1033561975711611663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1033561975711611663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/09/urge-to-cheat.html' title='The Urge to Cheat'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6887300047260484549</id><published>2011-09-28T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T02:25:53.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repudiate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has been way too long. it is time to come back. I’ve been hurt way too many times, at least football will not do that to me. 11 people in a team, there will at least be one who wont disappoint. If have, then jump to the opponent. Soccer will not let me down. I‘m going back. I’m going to continue following it again. Whenever I can that is. But I will.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t want to waste my time on things that hurts. That is uncertain. With football, they hurt me, they betray me, but I don’t know them personally. So it doesn’t affect me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Ricardo Gabriel Álvarez looks like Kaka’ on the field.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;I miss my life. My sec 3 life. Let me be thin again please.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6887300047260484549?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6887300047260484549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6887300047260484549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6887300047260484549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6887300047260484549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/09/repudiate.html' title='Repudiate'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-2413524695986106814</id><published>2011-09-27T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:48:53.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Found this on msn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Found this on msn.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;Entitled: Dating rules you must break&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="http://lifestyle.xin.msn.com/en/sex-relationships/article.aspx?cp-documentid=5049938&amp;amp;page=5" href="http://lifestyle.xin.msn.com/en/sex-relationships/article.aspx?cp-documentid=5049938&amp;amp;page=5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://lifestyle.xin.msn.com/en/sex-relationships/article.aspx?cp-documentid=5049938&amp;amp;page=5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can't check out other hotties&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Let's be honest -- it's our guilty pleasure. When someone gorgeous crosses our path, we can't help but ogle them. It's not cheating. It's just in our genetic makeup. If that bothers your significant other, be a little bit more ingenious while checking them out. You don't want to drool over other hunks or babes blatantly while your partner is with you. But if you catch your partner in the act, your berating will never change him; it'll only show that you feel insecure. &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;See. Go ogle guys, people!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A woman should never ask a man out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you're one who shies away from being the initiator, you leave it to the man to do the job. But if you aren't, don't worry about the traditional dating rule which says it's always the man's responsibility to do the asking. If he freaks out when you do, it just shows that he's probably not for you. While they love the thrill of chasing, guys would actually appreciate that they don't have to take the plunge all the time. &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Haha, go chase. Gogogo.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid talking about your ex on a date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you wish to start over with a clean slate, you should never treat your past relationships as a taboo subject. Talk about it when your date initiates the topic (if he ever does) but never get emotional or start trashing your old flame. He'll think that he's just your rebound guy. If you avoid it, he'd probably think that you're still hung up on your ex.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Haha, you do need to talk about ur ex sometimes. Nothing wrong with it. It is just a past. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-2413524695986106814?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2413524695986106814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=2413524695986106814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2413524695986106814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2413524695986106814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/09/found-this-on-msn.html' title='Found this on msn'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4745178973431009864</id><published>2011-09-27T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T01:39:45.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 More to Go! –Semester 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Done with Marketing project. Left with accounting assignment. Which I am going to do tomorrow. I am sure of it. I will do it! Promise myself. Pinky promise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then I can focus on my birthday. Yay!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4745178973431009864?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4745178973431009864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4745178973431009864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4745178973431009864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4745178973431009864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/09/1-more-to-go-semester-1.html' title='1 More to Go! –Semester 1'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-566962664672005171</id><published>2011-09-24T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T01:47:28.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Sad Chapter That Girl Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We came across this blog post during pw today. The link can be found on my twitter favorites. Her life come crashing down, when this guy she spend hanging out with for 2 months, officially for 2 weeks leave her. She was really really in love with him. He was her whole world during that period of her life. 3 days of her being super happy, he broke it off. The sad part is, he was chasing her and make her believe in love again. He makes her trust him, and he did that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She’s like so poor thing having to go through those things in her life. Reading her blog, is just so familiar. The things she wrote about, like what he said. It’s like I heard it before. The only thing is, I was afraid, I feel like running. For her, she felt happy she can trust again. But in the end, it is not a happy ending for her. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My case; everything is still alright. Great on most days. Disappointing on some hours. But whatever is being said to me, it wasn’t said in vain. So I count my blessing. I guess I am just lucky. For now. Will it last?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She was so in love, and it only lasted for 2 weeks. How long will mine last?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But she get to get on with her life. She blog about it most days. Frequently I guess. I want that too. She can always look back at her life, re read her blog, no matter how depress the post is, it is still memories. I want that. I read through my post, and it is just here and there. Many posts are missing. Many days unwritten. With such a bad memory on my part, I really need to rely on my blog to keep track of my life. So, in a year time or two, I will still be able to look back and laugh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9b00d3"&gt;School: busy with project. I need to start on accounting assignment. Plus I finally make a friend in class. I mean I make friends with Winnie and Michelle and Amanda. Shilei and Geannie too. But more of someone who is a total stranger. Finally got to know his name - Chron. Like so cool his name. Sounds like prawn or Tron.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-566962664672005171?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/566962664672005171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=566962664672005171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/566962664672005171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/566962664672005171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/09/pretty-sad-chapter-that-girl-have.html' title='Pretty Sad Chapter That Girl Have'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-3854167530523765882</id><published>2011-09-20T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T02:08:59.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Found blogger app</title><content type='html'>Hehe. Finally can properly blog from phone. Much love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are busy with marketing project. And I guess I have to start on my accounting assignment. What else. Oh go on a diet. Find d2. Do Halloween nail art collection. Plus find presents. &lt;br /&gt;I also need to sleep earlier. Everyday sleep so late. It's very bad for health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huimin baked me macarons and cookies. So yummy. Ok, I have no idea how the picture placement will be like. So yah. But yummy macarons. No picture of nutella one. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VOyGxDH5Jsg/TneFOnS6yrI/AAAAAAAABNE/l3HZioe6cGg/s640/blogger-image-153772057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VOyGxDH5Jsg/TneFOnS6yrI/AAAAAAAABNE/l3HZioe6cGg/s640/blogger-image-153772057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-3854167530523765882?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3854167530523765882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=3854167530523765882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3854167530523765882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3854167530523765882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/09/found-blogger-app.html' title='Found blogger app'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VOyGxDH5Jsg/TneFOnS6yrI/AAAAAAAABNE/l3HZioe6cGg/s72-c/blogger-image-153772057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-1055958853894877923</id><published>2011-09-13T09:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:29:53.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounting</title><content type='html'>There is one thing about accounting that teach me, is that I have no common sense. &lt;br /&gt;My lecturer keep saying "let's think" , "it's all common sense" and "normal people will know". He keep saying that he teach us base on real stuff and make things easy for us. But I really feel that it's getting more confusing. Sometimes I get it, but the next day totally forget about it. &lt;br /&gt;He really do know how to make me feel stupid. And then really no motivation to study le. Plus my brain will shut down whenever he self praise himself. I guess that's the way he teach, but I just can't really absorb. Hais. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own way of learning. I guess you can say he's a good lecturer, for those ppl who can study his method. For me, I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test was last Friday. Totally fail. Not enough time to finish. 50 min for 4 questions. And nada. &lt;br /&gt;No feel also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. Sitting in lecture room all side by side and suddenly test. Really can't look elsewhere else, lest they call us cheating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should be paying attention in class now. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;Now talking about what operating activities, investing activities and financing activities. And all the numbers are on b/s and p&amp;l. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;I suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I see you in 2 weeks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-1055958853894877923?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1055958853894877923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=1055958853894877923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1055958853894877923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1055958853894877923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/09/accounting.html' title='Accounting'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6805233173241736660</id><published>2011-09-09T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T00:38:32.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous of A class bond</title><content type='html'>I am truly jealous of the bond the A class people have. After 4 years, they still hang out. Now that they are in uni, NS and working. But they still went out and have fun. &lt;br /&gt;I want that. &lt;br /&gt;I want that back with my dear guys. &lt;br /&gt;Saw William in school today. It is his last semester in school. I don't know why I was shaking when I talk to him. I was nervous? I'm not sure. But I try so hard to keep myself grounded. Lest not to fall. &lt;br /&gt;But seriously, growing up sucks. &lt;br /&gt;I'm depress. &lt;br /&gt;There's an accounting test tomorrow. A few hours later. And I'm not done studying. In fact I have not study a single thing. Did some work on Thursday. But on the train ride home, I cannot even remember what is what. Cant tell Pam anything. Just goes to show nothing gets in my head. Tomorrow have to do project too. Brain haven't even start. Already start to overload. Hais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so hungry today. Go to class steal Geanie food. Animal zoo. Hehe. Finished my water too. Hais. Seriously go school to study or what. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6805233173241736660?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6805233173241736660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6805233173241736660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6805233173241736660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6805233173241736660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/09/jealous-of-class-bond.html' title='Jealous of A class bond'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-5999216015069436595</id><published>2011-09-05T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:36:36.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>My Charms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zP7L15q5lBY/TmTqJBCCgjI/AAAAAAAABMs/ba5SpGeQfeg/s1600-h/photo%2525281%252529%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="photo(1)" border="0" alt="photo(1)" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mZE6gPqT9i0/TmTqJtAsKaI/AAAAAAAABMw/UzWLrYhWtsw/photo%2525281%252529_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="249"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Too much charms.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bracelet too full. &lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-aTilUXnsmaY/TmTqKAMDelI/AAAAAAAABM0/dNf4hvmT7Zk/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZPY1PkjRGb8/TmTqLOQiQsI/AAAAAAAABM4/0Le40gFSEUs/s1600-h/photo%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="photo" border="0" alt="photo" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zg7xxfbU1hw/TmTqL0lMdJI/AAAAAAAABM8/IRyZNRJ83ZM/photo_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="327" height="252"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-5999216015069436595?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5999216015069436595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=5999216015069436595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5999216015069436595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5999216015069436595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-charms.html' title='My Charms'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mZE6gPqT9i0/TmTqJtAsKaI/AAAAAAAABMw/UzWLrYhWtsw/s72-c/photo%2525281%252529_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6407411988128126304</id><published>2011-09-04T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T00:23:50.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DONi'/><title type='text'>A Typical Saturday</title><content type='html'>I just give the poor boy more stress in his life. As always, I was still asleep when he came over. Then idiot, bought Macs. Already said how many times not to eat Mac. Then, as always watch movie on laptop. Life is seriously boring. But we just watch movie after movie. &lt;br /&gt;Winnie the pooh. &lt;br /&gt;Takers. &lt;br /&gt;Pursuit of happyness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the topic of school came up. And I stress him about taking a part time. Don't get how he say he can't cope with both work and school. When he is like one of those person who actually can. He is hardworking in his own way. He always put those important stuff first. Unlike me. Sleep early and responsible in his own way. Forever checking his email. Always stay in. Hardly go out when it's unneeded. &lt;br /&gt;That seeing him with friends make me really happy. Knowing he is out having fun. Coz I hardly see him do that. &lt;br /&gt;Recently had to hang out for company dinner and stuff. Told him not many people actually had the chance to dine with boss and client. Especially someone "new" in the company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to pp to eat. But it was so crowded. Brought up the topic bout guys. What if there is a guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stress. What if I'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people always get into a relationship and think of the future. At this age, shouldn't it just be having fun. Seeing how everything will go and if everything will work out. Wouldn't it be bad counting on the fact that we will be forever together. But somehow in the near future something goes wrong and relationship has to end. It just break people heart. So at this age. Wouldn't it better to just take it one step at a time. Wishing for the best. But not really counting for the ring moment. Coz when it happens it happen. When we all are older and when we all are ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it just happen with another guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite answer: no comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surely if the time comes for it. Then there will be a lot on his mind. Or maybe nothing at all. Maybe he'll fight for me. Maybe he'll just let go. &lt;br /&gt;Because in life you do not want to regret. Coz that feeling suck the most. Then you will be thinking of what-if. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask myself. &lt;br /&gt;Am I faithful?&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky not to have to prove that. Coz I don't know if I am. And I don't want to promise anything I can't keep. &lt;br /&gt;Will I run off?&lt;br /&gt;Idk. &lt;br /&gt;Do I love him?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;So will I cheat?&lt;br /&gt;I said no. I will not. &lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if I am faithful sih. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, I am contradicting myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the future. But I do know I will not do something that will spoil us. And I do know that I am happy with the way things are now. I doubt that will change soon. But I am an easily bored person. So I guess I just have be caution.&lt;br /&gt;Jut hope we will never find out huh.  &lt;br /&gt;Poor guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Time to study. Since there is no soccer. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6407411988128126304?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6407411988128126304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6407411988128126304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6407411988128126304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6407411988128126304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/09/typical-saturday.html' title='A Typical Saturday'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6276314765036534973</id><published>2011-09-02T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T01:11:40.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should</title><content type='html'>I should be more focus in school. I should pay more attention in class. I should listen in lecture. I should take down notes! That's what i should have been doing. Instead i am thinking about vacation. Help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6276314765036534973?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6276314765036534973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6276314765036534973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6276314765036534973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6276314765036534973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-should.html' title='I should'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4087204770486644492</id><published>2011-08-25T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:30:29.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>I Got Nth Better To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sandy-thinks.blogspot.com/2011/05/entry-numero-tres.html" title="http://sandy-thinks.blogspot.com/2011/05/entry-numero-tres.html"&gt;http://sandy-thinks.blogspot.com/2011/05/entry-numero-tres.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this blog. Basically Fifi and Yolanda is mention. Cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The other night Carla, Fifi, Yolanda, and I stayed up late in the night and talked for the first time in years. Although when Carla and Yolanda started getting irritated, I noticed Fifi panic which is unusual for her.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kinda weird reading it. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a book. &lt;br /&gt;How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents by &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/julia-alvarez/883061"&gt;Julia Alvarez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about a family who move to New York. Parents plus 4 girls. Clara, Sandra, Yolanda and Sofia(nickname) Fifi. So ya. Oh well. Never read the book, so I don’t know how was it. &lt;br /&gt;But I think now im going to name my kids if I have e.g. 2 girls, one Christina the other Aguilera. Something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hayden and Christensen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matt and Damon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oliver and James&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thomas and Edison&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bob and Dylan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael and Jackson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris and Evan(s)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miles and Davis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angelina and Jolie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halle and Berry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grace and Kelly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julia and Robert(s)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julie and Andrew(s)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Princess and Diana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amy and Adam(s)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But all such a common name. Hmmm. Need to think better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4087204770486644492?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4087204770486644492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4087204770486644492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4087204770486644492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4087204770486644492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-got-nth-better-to-do.html' title='I Got Nth Better To Do'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-7321448134210342303</id><published>2011-08-22T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:35:29.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Precious Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Was trying to search for this earring (pearl with diamonds) that I saw at 313. I searched the 313 directory and it show me Aurora jewelry. Went to the website, but I cant find any pearl. So hopeless. So just keep searching and tried to see what my birthstone is. And found this.  &lt;p&gt;Btw, im born on Monday in the month of October.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gemstones for Each Day of the Week&lt;/b&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Sunday: Topaz  &lt;li&gt;Monday: Pearl  &lt;li&gt;Tuesday: Ruby  &lt;li&gt;Wednesday: Amethyst  &lt;li&gt;Thursday: Sapphire  &lt;li&gt;Friday: Carnelian  &lt;li&gt;Saturday: Turquoise &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h4&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;h4&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/birthstone-list.html"&gt;Birthstone List&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/januarybirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="january birthstone" align="left" src="http://www.about-birthstones.com/images/birthstones/january-birthstone.jpg" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/januarybirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;January Birthstone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;January Gemstone: Garnet &lt;br&gt;January Birthstone Color: Deep Red  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/februarybirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="february birthstone" align="left" src="http://www.about-birthstones.com/images/birthstones/february-birthstone.jpg" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/februarybirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February Birthstone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;February Gemstone: Amethyst &lt;br&gt;February Birthstone Color: Purple  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/marchbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="march birthstone" align="left" src="http://www.about-birthstones.com/images/birthstones/march-birthstone.jpg" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/marchbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March Birthstone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;March Gemstone: Aquamarine, Bloodstone &lt;br&gt;March Birthstone Color: Pale Blue  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/aprilbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="april birthstone" align="left" src="http://www.about-birthstones.com/images/birthstones/april-birthstone.jpg" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/aprilbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;April Birthstone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;April Gemstone: Diamond &lt;br&gt;April Birthstone Color: White, Clear  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/maybirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="may birthstone" align="left" src="http://www.about-birthstones.com/images/birthstones/may-birthstone.jpg" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/maybirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May Birthstone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;May Gemstone: Emerald &lt;br&gt;May Birthstone Color: Green  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/junebirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="june birthstone" align="left" src="http://www.about-birthstones.com/images/birthstones/june-birthstone.jpg" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/junebirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;June Birthstone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;June Gemstone: Pearl, Moonstone, Alexandrite &lt;br&gt;June Birthstone Color: White or Purple  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/julybirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="july birthstone" align="left" src="http://www.about-birthstones.com/images/birthstones/july-birthstone.jpg" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/julybirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;July Birthstone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;July Gemstone: Ruby &lt;br&gt;July Birthstone Color: Red  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/augustbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="august birthstone" align="left" src="http://www.about-birthstones.com/images/birthstones/august-birthstone.jpg" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/augustbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August Birthstone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;August Gemstone: Peridot, Sardonyx &lt;br&gt;August Birthstone Color: Pale Green  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/septemberbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="september birthstone" align="left" src="http://www.about-birthstones.com/images/birthstones/september-birthstone.jpg" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/septemberbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;September Birthstone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;September Gemstone: Sapphire &lt;br&gt;September Birthstone Color: Deep Blue  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/octoberbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="october birthstone" align="left" src="http://www.about-birthstones.com/images/birthstones/october-birthstone.jpg" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/octoberbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October Birthstone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;October Gemstone: Opal, Pink Tourmaline &lt;br&gt;October Birthstone Color: Multi-color, Pink  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/novemberbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="november birthstone" align="left" src="http://www.about-birthstones.com/images/birthstones/november-birthstone.jpg" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/novemberbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November Birthstone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;November Gemstone: Citrine, Yellow Topaz &lt;br&gt;November Birthstone Color: Yellow  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/decemberbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="december birthstone" align="left" src="http://www.about-birthstones.com/images/birthstones/december-birthstone.jpg" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/decemberbirthstone.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December Birthstone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;December Gemstone: Blue Topaz, Turquoise &lt;br&gt;December Birthstone Color: Blue  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-birthstones.com/anniversary_stones.html"&gt;Anniversary Stones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;List of gemstones associated with each wedding anniversary year. &lt;br&gt;This is the list of generally accepted gemstones and precious metals associated with each wedding anniversary. &lt;br&gt;1st Anniversary: Gold Jewelry &lt;br&gt;2nd Anniversary: Garnet (all colors) &lt;br&gt;3rd Anniversary: Pearls &lt;br&gt;4th Anniversary: Blue Topaz &lt;br&gt;5th Anniversary: Sapphire (all colors) &lt;br&gt;6th Anniversary: Amethyst &lt;br&gt;7th Anniversary: Onyx &lt;br&gt;8th Anniversary: Tourmaline (all colors) &lt;br&gt;9th Anniversary: Lapis Lazuli &lt;br&gt;10th Anniversary: Diamond Jewelry &lt;br&gt;11th Anniversary: Turquoise &lt;br&gt;12th Anniversary: Jade or Agate &lt;br&gt;13th Anniversary: Citrine or Moonstone &lt;br&gt;14th Anniversary: Opal or Moss Agate &lt;br&gt;15th Anniversary: Ruby &lt;br&gt;16th Anniversary: Peridot or Topaz (all colors) &lt;br&gt;17th Anniversary: Amethyst &lt;br&gt;18th Anniversary: Garnet &lt;br&gt;19th Anniversary: Aquamarine &lt;br&gt;20th Anniversary: Emerald &lt;br&gt;21st Anniversary: Iolite &lt;br&gt;22nd Anniversary: Spinel (all colors) &lt;br&gt;23rd Anniversary: Sapphire &lt;br&gt;24th Anniversary: Tanzanite &lt;br&gt;25th Anniversary: Silver Jubilee &lt;br&gt;26th Anniversary: Star Sapphire &lt;br&gt;30th Anniversary: Pearl Jubilee &lt;br&gt;35th Anniversary: Emerald or Coral &lt;br&gt;39th Anniversary: Cat's Eye &lt;br&gt;40th Anniversary: Ruby &lt;br&gt;45th Anniversary: Sapphire or Alexandrite &lt;br&gt;50th Anniversary: Golden Jubilee &lt;br&gt;52nd Anniversary: Star Ruby &lt;br&gt;55th Anniversary: Alexandrite or Emerald &lt;br&gt;60th Anniversary: Diamond Jubilee &lt;br&gt;65th Anniversary: Star Sapphire &lt;br&gt;75th Anniversary: Diamond  &lt;p&gt;Impressive can last till 75th. Oh well, from 1st to 26th is a must to get anniversary present. The next will be on the 30th. Can it be like month anniversary instead? That way, surely have a chance to get it till the 75th anni. &lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-k20VJWApRxM/TlE_Bw2sG0I/AAAAAAAABMo/e8tIOjOTSVQ/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-7321448134210342303?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7321448134210342303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=7321448134210342303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/7321448134210342303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/7321448134210342303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/08/precious-stone.html' title='Precious Stone'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-k20VJWApRxM/TlE_Bw2sG0I/AAAAAAAABMo/e8tIOjOTSVQ/s72-c/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-695166554551725762</id><published>2011-08-16T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:32:47.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>I want this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3fdl1yKqB1qbgiflo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://glamgoons.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/sparitual-body-matte-nail-polish.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bodyshopping-4you.bloggertreff.com/gallery/214/Suede-Header.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://ilovetospree.webs.com/opi%20suede%20collection.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pretty please.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-695166554551725762?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/695166554551725762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=695166554551725762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/695166554551725762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/695166554551725762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-want-this.html' title='I want this.'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-2156517344876116921</id><published>2011-08-16T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T18:06:31.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating no.1</title><content type='html'>I am so great at procrastinating. :)&lt;br /&gt;Done with all the 3 modules lectures. So, tomorrow onward will be seeing the local lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to read through notes, but i cant. Tried to sleep early, but i cant. Tried to go on a diet, but its really hard. Been watching movies a lot. As there is nothing better to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-2156517344876116921?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2156517344876116921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=2156517344876116921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2156517344876116921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2156517344876116921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/08/procrastinating-no1.html' title='Procrastinating no.1'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-7052723092331138660</id><published>2011-08-12T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T01:37:25.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No expectations</title><content type='html'>I guess in life, a person should not expect. Should not plan. Should not look forward to things. &lt;br /&gt;Something will eventually happen, and it will just ruin the idea that you have in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School so far has been tiring. It's really hard to wake up early when you just have at most a couple of hours of sleep. It's hard to focus in class when all you feel like doing is closing your eyes. Was hoping the lecturers to be fun just like the accounting one. But it wasn't. It is not that bad, I guess I am just tired. And after this week i do not have to see them again. &lt;br /&gt;We still have to see about the local lecturers. The verdict is still not out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R grandma pass away this evening. 2 funerals in a year. It's really sad. And I just don't know what to do. Or what am I suppose to behave or say. Really don't like anything family based situation. &lt;br /&gt;Only when just same generation together gathering then it's ok I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless RIP. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-7052723092331138660?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7052723092331138660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=7052723092331138660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/7052723092331138660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/7052723092331138660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-expectations.html' title='No expectations'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-7346997988737933965</id><published>2011-08-05T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T02:20:35.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Aug 11</title><content type='html'>This is it. Judgement day. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess coming over today. Finally get to see her. But at the same time YATC meeting in school. Why things always clash. If Huimin and Kalai plan an outing, it will be friday also. So 5th is friday. Means meeting today too. But they didnt. So just 2 things clash. But oh well, its harder to see Jess than yatc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-7346997988737933965?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7346997988737933965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=7346997988737933965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/7346997988737933965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/7346997988737933965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/08/5th-aug-11.html' title='5th Aug 11'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-502405678571204227</id><published>2011-08-03T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:30:02.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Hypophrenia</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hypophrenia&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;a feeling of sadness seemingly without a cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So suffering from it. No idea why, but just so ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-502405678571204227?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/502405678571204227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=502405678571204227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/502405678571204227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/502405678571204227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/08/hypophrenia.html' title='Hypophrenia'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6290316259363184172</id><published>2011-08-02T23:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:36:07.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Left Leg Hurts</title><content type='html'>School has been an introductory alright. 3 hours of lecture, so far, we get to go home early. So, it was fine. Finally bought books, and had to print out lecture notes. So far, only have for Accounting. 2 more modules to print and suffer. Next week, 2 lectures at one go. Seriously, can pretty much die. Sit dao numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the lecturer son is pretty cute. You know, normal angmoh. But they are just so young. Not legal young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey to school is a drag. It's so far. Especially in the morning. So crowded. Had to skip 2 trains. Finally get in the 3rd with the help of people behind pushing in.&lt;br /&gt;Some aunties scold me.&lt;br /&gt;People drag me.&lt;br /&gt;Push me.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a&amp;nbsp;war-zone&amp;nbsp;between you and people. Just like in movie you see where the character turn here and there and around, coz people are forever going against her. Cept, i didnt spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang my left toe on Kelly's bed. Hurt like hell. And again. I bang a table back in Jakarta. Now again. And i tore my skin on my left inner heel. My right ring finger is also suffering from the pressure of the pen.&lt;br /&gt;Suffering. In pain.&lt;br /&gt;No longer a baby, no one taking care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6290316259363184172?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6290316259363184172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6290316259363184172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6290316259363184172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6290316259363184172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-left-leg-hurts.html' title='My Left Leg Hurts'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-3243033722454146462</id><published>2011-07-30T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T02:19:07.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost ring</title><content type='html'>I lost the ring that my mom gave me on my 17th birthday. While most Indonesian girls get a car for their sweet 17, I get a ring. So did Jeanne and Tiany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think the ring is at nassim. I use to put it in the ribbon holder with silver necklace, Milan keychain and a bunch of useless stuff. While I found the useless stuff in the coin purse, the ring was no where to be found. &lt;br /&gt;The ring may not contain 2 carat diamond but it consist of lots of broken tiny pieces of diamond. And I lost it. How can I lost it?&lt;br /&gt;Crap. &lt;br /&gt;So careless. &lt;br /&gt;Thousand of dollars just gone like that. &lt;br /&gt;Not careless, it's stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;Why am I so stupid. &lt;br /&gt;And I don't even remember the ring until I saw the engagement ring. Crap. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-3243033722454146462?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3243033722454146462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=3243033722454146462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3243033722454146462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3243033722454146462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/07/lost-ring.html' title='Lost ring'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-1755400961820235182</id><published>2011-07-25T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T03:46:36.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad i have you as my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-1755400961820235182?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1755400961820235182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=1755400961820235182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1755400961820235182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1755400961820235182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-glad-i-have-you-as-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-8592632651646108965</id><published>2011-07-23T03:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T03:53:48.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frowns</title><content type='html'>Kelly has been saying that I frown a lot lately. She also has been saying lots of things that people didn't say. She mastered the art of putting words into people mouth. Mostly mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Jodi Picoult's House Rules. About an autistic boy who live solving crime scene being suspected of murder. Not really autistic it's another word. The story just make you hang on to every word. Towards the middle it is kind of frustrating as the story just go on. From my iBook it's 3200+ pages. So just imagine me wanting to know how the girl died. But there is clue in the middle. But the sadist me just want the girl boyfriend to be the one who did it. I don't like that abusive guy. But ya, the end is just hanging, you have to interpret it yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was so engross in it, Kelly kept saying that I should stop frowning. She say my eyebrows are frowning. &lt;br /&gt;So I guess now I know if I'm totally engross with something, I will look that way. So for future reference you can check if I am paying attention to my studies or what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is still the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Things change, I wanna change my mind about school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my friends. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-8592632651646108965?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8592632651646108965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=8592632651646108965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8592632651646108965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8592632651646108965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/07/frowns.html' title='Frowns'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4383611139941674707</id><published>2011-07-19T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:48:49.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I am pretty confuse right about now.&lt;br /&gt;You pull the same stunt on me that you did to this girl we know.&lt;br /&gt;I did something to test out to see if my doubts are right.&lt;br /&gt;It is proven to be true and being called a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't play the same shit twice.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the first time i was there with you.&lt;br /&gt;So i know your game.&lt;br /&gt;Plus i was that evil ages ago, so i know the game.&lt;br /&gt;And being played by my own game, different rules, that just suck.&lt;br /&gt;I am just going to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that nothing happen.&lt;br /&gt;But i am not going to care.&lt;br /&gt;After all, now i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4383611139941674707?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4383611139941674707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4383611139941674707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4383611139941674707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4383611139941674707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-pretty-confuse-right-about-now.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4286860505900587192</id><published>2011-07-17T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T01:29:45.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing Joy</title><content type='html'>I finally understand why in arcade, there are a&amp;nbsp;tremendous&amp;nbsp;amount of adult sitting down around a digital screen. I guess i can understand its like playing jackpot, cept you&amp;nbsp;determine&amp;nbsp;your own "probability". And playing the iphone game, does not earn them any money. I heard they can sell away the coins they win. But, at iphone you wont lose any money either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me, i find the game pretty boring, but, i kept playing them. I guess you can call it addiction. But i am not addicted to the game. In a&amp;nbsp;sadist&amp;nbsp;way, i love to see the fish die. When you capture them in the net, they just twitch a little and&amp;nbsp;disappear. Especially love the clown fish.&lt;br /&gt;I think there is something wrong with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4286860505900587192?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4286860505900587192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4286860505900587192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4286860505900587192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4286860505900587192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/07/fishing-joy.html' title='Fishing Joy'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-3618797962879046348</id><published>2011-07-14T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:00:49.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GG Vanessa inspired post</title><content type='html'>Call me crazy, but ever since I read gossip girl back in primary five and knowing about Vanessa quirky art ways, I always wanted to know how a used condom look like. Little did I know while walking home, I saw one. One on the floor, under the void deck. Like gross. How could anyone just dump it like that. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Jess finally using twitter. Learning to. So ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Kalai and Huimin. &lt;br /&gt;Love them lots. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-3618797962879046348?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3618797962879046348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=3618797962879046348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3618797962879046348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3618797962879046348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/07/gg-vanessa-inspired-post.html' title='GG Vanessa inspired post'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-3449185830021340710</id><published>2011-07-10T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T02:17:45.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Harris Resort</title><content type='html'>I guess i was suppose to like write a pretty detail account on the trip. The nice thing about it is that the hotel room is bigger. Well, i mean in Indo land are vast, so we can afford to have big room. With king size bed, which is super comfy and soft. I just think the bathroom need to be bigger thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the shopping&amp;nbsp;center&amp;nbsp;is really tiring, i guess really serve me right for not sleeping at all. Journey by the bus took half an hour. There was nothing much cept the supermarket which we walk around and grab &amp;nbsp;everything. The only thing that we scared we do not have enough money to pay. But end up we only buy that cheap stuff. I really want more cheese food stuff thingy. And my chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tip was too much i feel, coz like i know i gave R25000 for my driving&amp;nbsp;instructor, and the people in Indo was like what why so much one. That is like $4. So ya, dont really understand bout tipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming was very relaxing. It was time for a swim. But there is one thing bout the water that make me more distance than ever. I dont know why but i love being in water. By water, i mean clear water. And after a while, my mind will be just somewhere. But it is very relaxing to be away.&lt;br /&gt;And the swim so called get&amp;nbsp;interrupted&amp;nbsp;by the camp people. They build a raft and they just move from one side to other side of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent $6 for taxi to and fro the place we eat dinner, forgot whats its call. They should make the place nicer and serve fresh fruit juice. But they&amp;nbsp;didn't, instead only have can drinks and coconut which taste really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, was bored and end up watching movie on tv. Keep switching channel. Then hungry, eat donut. Finally saw &lt;i&gt;curse of the golden flower&lt;/i&gt; on RCTI. They dubbed the language into Indo, so was watching and trying to see if i actually understand it. I did. Munch on Huimin's cookie and other snacks. Before i know it, it was finished and i guess i should be sleeping. The aircon was not really working. So, it was pretty hot, but my room mate is just a piglet. Tried to watch some more tv, but i guess i cant really take it and end up falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not go for the complimentary bowling game. Come breakfast, i saw porridge with peanuts. Haha, my indo porridge. My bowl is like filled with nuts, but still it was not enough. Need more. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing i dont like is waiting to go home. The ferry is like at 2. By 1 we already reach there, so like have to wait. I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, it was a super relaxing weekend, but i was tired too. So mixed feeling. But being overseas, is like very nice feeling i guess. Considering you only stay for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-3449185830021340710?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3449185830021340710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=3449185830021340710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3449185830021340710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3449185830021340710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/07/harris-resort.html' title='Harris Resort'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-5862294602013955128</id><published>2011-07-09T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:28:12.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>A Batam Trip</title><content type='html'>Mood: mad tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Batam with Huimin, Jason and R. It was tiring and fun. Never slept the whole day, so reached there, was very very very tired. Once reached, the mini van took us to Harris. Took only 5 minute. Went to the Nagoya mall, swallowed down A&amp;amp;W, walked around and went to supermarket. Bought donuts for later, eat yogurt. Cant survive without something sweet and cold.&amp;nbsp;Went for spa, a swim/not drowning session, took cab and eat dinner, go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Tada, the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was overall pretty fun. The place is filled with Singaporeans. The staff is like super friendly. Super fake. There is no way people are that friendly. But i finally get to go holiday with Huimin. Haha, after so long. And we always bumped into the same people. And that guy seriously look damn familiar, just cant remember where i have seen him before. Where arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Tired. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-5862294602013955128?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5862294602013955128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=5862294602013955128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5862294602013955128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5862294602013955128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/07/batam-trip.html' title='A Batam Trip'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-3306849621210471280</id><published>2011-07-02T23:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T01:30:10.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Another dream</title><content type='html'>So i dream that we were at this fun fair. Kelly was about 4 years old. But the timing was now. Then she wanted to take the mini roller coaster. At first she was ok, then when it was her turn, she got scared. I basically make sure the seat safety is very&amp;nbsp;tight&amp;nbsp;on her and told her to hold on the bar. Then when the ride end, her face was filled with tears. Took out tissue and wipe her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Must be when i went out Huimin, told her, when have kids must bring lots of tissue, coz we saw a kid cry and the grandma had to wipe it off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then saw the flying fox. Someone wanted to pay for me, but i say no. Coz it is not scary enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This happen in Bandung.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then night time. Saw ningning. Saw Sophie. Then somewhat told ningning that i was going clubbing with this girl which is her friend. No idea who, cant remember the name also. But ya it was her friend. The person who came out was somewhat blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But ya it was weird, to dream of going clubbing until Connie created the event gathering on facebook. Oh well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-3306849621210471280?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3306849621210471280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=3306849621210471280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3306849621210471280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3306849621210471280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-dream.html' title='Another dream'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-8550316684884277188</id><published>2011-06-28T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T00:02:51.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one, Stare back</title><content type='html'>The other day i was at PP. Then i happen to pass by a mother carrying a baby girl. Fair with pretty chubby cheeks. I was so close to pinching her, but i didn't. I just look at her, ok, maybe stare at her. Then walked passed, i turned around. The girl was also peeping over the mom's shoulder. Turned out she has been staring at me all the time. Haha, so cute. Remind me of the baby from expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just look at me. Like she know i wanted to pinch her, but i didn't. And its like we have&amp;nbsp;unfinished&amp;nbsp;business. Ah, babies are so cute. Why none of my friends are having one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-8550316684884277188?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8550316684884277188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=8550316684884277188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8550316684884277188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8550316684884277188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-one-stare-back.html' title='Another one, Stare back'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-8761334065140296263</id><published>2011-06-27T05:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T05:38:41.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something was Wrong</title><content type='html'>But i cannot understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in Sg for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to blog about Indo soon. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: 1) Stock water &amp;amp; food in room.&lt;br /&gt;2) Blog about Indo with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;3) Stop buying charms.&lt;br /&gt;4) Diet!! Starts now!&lt;br /&gt;5) Oh, stop spending money. You already has none. The last of it spent on trips oversea. So nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-8761334065140296263?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8761334065140296263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=8761334065140296263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8761334065140296263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8761334065140296263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-was-wrong.html' title='Something was Wrong'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-5704739451441007446</id><published>2011-06-18T05:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T05:30:17.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DONi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 5:49 am and it started drizzling. &lt;br /&gt;How I wish you were here with me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-5704739451441007446?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5704739451441007446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=5704739451441007446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5704739451441007446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5704739451441007446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-549-am-and-it-started-drizzling.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-8648598780217220433</id><published>2011-06-18T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T02:30:25.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something is seriously wrong with me. I feel really really sad losing my iPhone sim card pointy thingy. :( just feel like breaking down and cry. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up?&lt;br /&gt;Hais. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blame everything on pms. Curse you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-8648598780217220433?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8648598780217220433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=8648598780217220433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8648598780217220433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8648598780217220433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-is-seriously-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-229530461871343718</id><published>2011-06-17T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T05:30:17.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DONi'/><title type='text'>No BFHNS</title><content type='html'>Boyfriend having NS syndrome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I see on twitter and Facebook are people going for NS. I guess I should be lucky that I am not suffering from the loneliness. But before these people bf went NS, mine went for business trips. A few to be exact. At first it was suppose to be the 3 weeks, end up it was only just a week. Then the few trip here and there. After all not such a big deal. But, we were just starting a relationship, it was hard. The honeymoon period was suppose to be the constant seeing each other non stop, but we got separated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a few months before. Now, it was kind of alright being separated. I mean, even if he is in Singapore, I hardly get to see him. So, no different. But when he is oversea, we will feel the distance between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going Jakarta in a day time. So the distance is there again. What's more, I am not sure what to expect. If I will be able to get Internet connection. Then, by the time I come back, he probably have to go to KL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, when I come back, Pam will go Sydney. When she come back, I'm going for my grad trip. &lt;br /&gt;Ningning will only be free on the days I'm not around. What a tough time yatc going to experience. Oh well, have fun without me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case, happy 4th mth. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-229530461871343718?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/229530461871343718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=229530461871343718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/229530461871343718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/229530461871343718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-bfhns.html' title='No BFHNS'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4792117673778723894</id><published>2011-06-12T04:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T04:15:49.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for the Next Half of 2011</title><content type='html'>I almost type 2010. Still have not register that it's 2011 I guess. Anyway, there will be a few things I need to do. A few goals I have to achieve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up, once the alarm ring. If need to snooze, snooze only once for an extra 5 minute rest. &lt;br /&gt;2. Always put on daily skin care. Don't skip step. Morning and night. &lt;br /&gt;3. Do NOT be late. &lt;br /&gt;4. Diet!&lt;br /&gt;5. Lose weight. &lt;br /&gt;6. Be happy. &lt;br /&gt;7. Save money. &lt;br /&gt;8. Find a job. &lt;br /&gt;9. Have nice nails at all time. At least most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;10. Meet up with friends regularly. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4792117673778723894?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4792117673778723894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4792117673778723894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4792117673778723894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4792117673778723894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/06/goals-for-next-half-of-2011.html' title='Goals for the Next Half of 2011'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4541626607204677794</id><published>2011-06-10T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T02:31:28.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>I really do not like being alone. Especially at night when I can't sleep. A lot of things will go through my mind. I will start thinking of weird things. By weird I mean life. My life and what-if. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think, the more it got worse. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4541626607204677794?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4541626607204677794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4541626607204677794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4541626607204677794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4541626607204677794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/06/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-1182606195250383082</id><published>2011-06-05T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:18:21.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Days So Far</title><content type='html'>Almost half a year had pass, and always i'll be saying that a lot of things had happened. Especially these few days. Make two weeks. Not only i had graduated, work for Robinsons expo, accepted to SIM RMIT business marketing, i managed to see my friends. Well, there is still Arina, Imee and the guys and the whole of BRD people, but i managed to see my YATC, Kalai, Hm, Sop and Mich, i am happy. Oh oh oh, saw Tegoeh during Hannes birthday. He finally joined us to watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, went clubbing on Friday with Sharon, Connie and Den. Plus Sophie. Then went shopping with mami on Saturday. Then went for Rachel's birthday. Went back RP, met my yinyang at Orchard, met Mich to watch Kungfu panda at imax. $22 per ticket, but the screen is huge. Friday, went back to Orchard for Hannes birthday. Saturday same, for flea and dinner. 4 days straight went to Orchard. Sian or sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate fy, im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mich went around Sg putting her number at apple shop for her order of ipad, in the end the one at PP call her.&lt;br /&gt;- Got food&amp;nbsp;poisoning&amp;nbsp;and become sick. :(&lt;br /&gt;- Lost my taste bud for spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;- Gain back my 4.5kg. Thx arh boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;- Had fun working in expo as cashier. Just dont like the break. No one to eat with, lucky managed to drag people to expo pei me.&lt;br /&gt;- My group; counter 19-22. Everyone is so nice. :) We have a runner, cashier and packer for most of it.&lt;br /&gt;- Being front and center most of the time, always be the last person to close. Then, float out with all $50 note, coz no more small change. Poor people the next day have to change.&lt;br /&gt;- Going crazy after make up.&lt;br /&gt;- Got new charms. My charm bracelet is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. need new phone.&lt;br /&gt;P.S NEED MONEY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-1182606195250383082?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1182606195250383082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=1182606195250383082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1182606195250383082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1182606195250383082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-days-so-far.html' title='My Days So Far'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-2460865830853777692</id><published>2011-06-05T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:36:25.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Mind of an Innocent 9yo</title><content type='html'>So, i was watching a movie with Kelly. Well, her exam was the next day, but she cant sleep. Plus it was only 9pm at the time. I decided to watch a movie and Kelly watched with me. We watched my big fat greek wedding.&lt;br /&gt;When she dating the guy, all she did was kiss him. So basically, for that few minutes, different days pass by but the scene shows them kissing as he drop her home.&lt;br /&gt;So Kelly ask me why they keep kissing, i told her coz he is the boyfriend. Then shoot me asking why R never kiss me. Then she say, "so poorthing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she was 5yo, she asked her friend Jenna in the bus, (they were sitting side by side, while the moms sit behind) "Do you know why i have a brother and sister?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because my mami have money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reason is she always heard adults talking how it is expensive to raise a kid. That you need money to have a kid. So for Kelly, her parents have 3, so that's mean they have more money than Jenna who is the only child.&lt;br /&gt;:) Kids say the darnest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-2460865830853777692?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2460865830853777692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=2460865830853777692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2460865830853777692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2460865830853777692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-mind-of-innocent-9yo.html' title='In the Mind of an Innocent 9yo'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6555806896001196949</id><published>2011-05-18T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T02:11:22.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy should be dead</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;But being jealous is useless i guess.&lt;br /&gt;You just have to look at all the things you have and be thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;Count yourself lucky, cause not everyone is like you.&lt;br /&gt;So be grateful, joyful and smile.&lt;br /&gt;Take one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life like there is no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Stop comparing yourself to others.&lt;br /&gt;And be happy, healthy and everything will be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6555806896001196949?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6555806896001196949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6555806896001196949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6555806896001196949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6555806896001196949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/05/jealousy-should-be-dead.html' title='Jealousy should be dead'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-8809087201610204147</id><published>2011-05-11T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T02:21:19.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>A Preview of Grad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/Tcl_GcwMwNI/AAAAAAAABL0/5anU9B7chAc/s1600-h/223360_10150174607937632_670292631_6866223_6973920_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/Tcl_HRssNsI/AAAAAAAABL4/KLKDhOvF7jE/s1600-h/221717_10150184609643555_696543554_6757903_443364_n%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="221717_10150184609643555_696543554_6757903_443364_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="183" alt="221717_10150184609643555_696543554_6757903_443364_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/Tcl_IV-Au4I/AAAAAAAABL8/x09zy90qgyI/221717_10150184609643555_696543554_6757903_443364_n_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, started with us gathering around in this room, where there is line and numbers for us to queue. We are all sited according to our ‘registered number’. Hehe, i got 197, Sharon’s 198. One after another.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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://lh3.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/Tcl_GcwMwNI/AAAAAAAABL0/5anU9B7chAc/s1600-h/223360_10150174607937632_670292631_6866223_6973920_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="243941_184748388242735_100001227251994_525955_5459419_o" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="183" alt="243941_184748388242735_100001227251994_525955_5459419_o" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/Tcl_JFC10aI/AAAAAAAABMA/J2frAkwX5Xg/243941_184748388242735_100001227251994_525955_5459419_o%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we walked into the theatre room.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/TcmCGXXDAjI/AAAAAAAABMU/51qN0Uim1h0/s1600-h/230430_10150188828093164_624503163_7011059_5463557_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="230430_10150188828093164_624503163_7011059_5463557_n" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="230430_10150188828093164_624503163_7011059_5463557_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/TcmCHot7PlI/AAAAAAAABMY/04Z063mXmbU/230430_10150188828093164_624503163_7011059_5463557_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The stage to receive our diploma.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/Tcl_K9ERj7I/AAAAAAAABME/1RWJuhkOdD4/s1600-h/244059_10150184614033555_696543554_6757990_7255006_o%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="244059_10150184614033555_696543554_6757990_7255006_o" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="183" alt="244059_10150184614033555_696543554_6757990_7255006_o" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/Tcl_LyoY-QI/AAAAAAAABMI/UdOYtOq0CZk/244059_10150184614033555_696543554_6757990_7255006_o_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After we took our cert. Liping gave us our cert of appreciation for fyp. Hehe. Appreciated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/Tcl_MyH6pTI/AAAAAAAABMM/NmpN8tG7p1E/s1600-h/222925_10150188828738164_624503163_7011068_4122678_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="222925_10150188828738164_624503163_7011068_4122678_n" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="224" alt="222925_10150188828738164_624503163_7011068_4122678_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/Tcl_Nr7pKsI/AAAAAAAABMQ/AV7FM1JiUdQ/222925_10150188828738164_624503163_7011068_4122678_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="298" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We got our diploma. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;YATC.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-8809087201610204147?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8809087201610204147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=8809087201610204147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8809087201610204147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8809087201610204147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/05/preview-of-grad.html' title='A Preview of Grad'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/Tcl_IV-Au4I/AAAAAAAABL8/x09zy90qgyI/s72-c/221717_10150184609643555_696543554_6757903_443364_n_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-908895134574245142</id><published>2011-05-10T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:29:32.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Graduated</title><content type='html'>And i feel sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-908895134574245142?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/908895134574245142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=908895134574245142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/908895134574245142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/908895134574245142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-graduated.html' title='I&apos;ve Graduated'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6937937879144024526</id><published>2011-05-09T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:59:47.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Before We Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5cc8a642571ebed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05cc8a642571ebed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329920895%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D277FBB10C48A5CCC0BFBC86A3B363AFF12035DD2.CA0A484248DB23A5970A71FC257E376C18C941A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5cc8a642571ebed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWvMIbtzUA1fTet0qXALLcVRdxgM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05cc8a642571ebed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329920895%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D277FBB10C48A5CCC0BFBC86A3B363AFF12035DD2.CA0A484248DB23A5970A71FC257E376C18C941A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5cc8a642571ebed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWvMIbtzUA1fTet0qXALLcVRdxgM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is filled with the last memories of school. If only i have more pictures and photos of more people.&amp;nbsp;Must watch with sound.&amp;nbsp;Oh well, YATC, enjoy. The rest of you, just skip it.&lt;br /&gt;P.s. beware of 2:41.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6937937879144024526?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6937937879144024526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6937937879144024526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6937937879144024526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6937937879144024526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/04/before-we-graduate.html' title='Before We Graduate'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-382175566075143569</id><published>2011-05-04T04:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T04:33:25.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Sushi Tei</title><content type='html'>Argh! Must resist temptation to eat cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with Huimin and Terence today. It was fun. Ate a lot a lot of food at Sushi Tei. Then walk around and talk. Drank gongcha. Yay to passion fruit greentea. It is much cheaper than the one from koi. Then, again, gongcha has pudding, but it doesn't taste nice with passion fruit. Saw Kris and Suet. Then Angeline was there too with Lance. Kris look nice with her straight hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i guess that's about today. But it was fun. It has been forever. Oh ya, went shopping, somehow without buying anything. Yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-382175566075143569?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/382175566075143569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=382175566075143569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/382175566075143569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/382175566075143569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-of-sushi-tei.html' title='A Day of Sushi Tei'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-1587653808038745240</id><published>2011-05-03T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T00:05:45.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter is Depressing</title><content type='html'>Life is sad.&lt;br /&gt;Hais, still in transaction. I mean, still lost.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired today. So, it is good. no energy to think of much things.&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;But if everyday is like this.&lt;br /&gt;Fun as it may be, i think i will die.&lt;br /&gt;Great but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like eating energy bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-1587653808038745240?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1587653808038745240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=1587653808038745240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1587653808038745240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/1587653808038745240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/05/twitter-is-depressing.html' title='Twitter is Depressing'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-3802452067236277454</id><published>2011-04-29T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:07:25.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joke is on Me</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. I'm just suppose to laugh i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in transaction at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-3802452067236277454?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3802452067236277454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=3802452067236277454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3802452067236277454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/3802452067236277454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/04/joke-is-on-me.html' title='The Joke is on Me'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-2576851033917469613</id><published>2011-04-26T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T03:28:54.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Another the End of the World</title><content type='html'>This is the 3rd time i dreamed about the end of the world. For these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1st was about asteroids&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2nd about zombies.&lt;br /&gt;3rd about tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;Many people die, but no one specific. So i guess it was just a&amp;nbsp;generalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;To dream that it is the end of the world, suggests that you are under a tremendous level of stress. You may be feeling vulnerable or helpless in some situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;To dream that you are saving the world, signifies confidence in your abilities and belief in yourself. You have a positive perspective on life and in where you are headed. Don't let someone or something prevent you from progressing forward or question your abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, but in all dreams, it was a deja vu feeling. Like i had dream of it before, and now it happen again. And in all dreams, i will be going back to the danger to safe someone. I am not that noble, but somehow i will follow someone who will want to safe that someone. Like last night, it was a woman who wanted to save this orphan boy, so after being&amp;nbsp;safely away on the highway, we had to u-turn so we could pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;The worse after that, we took a hijack a car, and stuck in the jam. Doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had 2 dreams about cheating. Seriously, what is my&amp;nbsp;subconscious&amp;nbsp;trying to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more stupid dreams please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-2576851033917469613?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2576851033917469613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=2576851033917469613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2576851033917469613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2576851033917469613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-end-of-world.html' title='Another the End of the World'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-7029871791782519628</id><published>2011-04-21T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:03:03.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DONi'/><title type='text'>1 carat</title><content type='html'>I dream of you. I think i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-7029871791782519628?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7029871791782519628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=7029871791782519628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/7029871791782519628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/7029871791782519628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/04/1-carat.html' title='1 carat'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-5733939754693464333</id><published>2011-04-16T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T01:16:50.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Fine</title><content type='html'>The other day while i was writing about Santa, Vicky skyped&amp;nbsp;me. We finally got to talk. Meet her boyfriend, and i got nothing to say. Then halfway Michelle tweeted about&amp;nbsp;insomnia. So i asked her to skype and hey 3 of 3 finally skype together. It has been long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day my baby Jess talked to me. And she is just so different. So grown up. No more a baby. So Jess is finally grown up. She accepted life and she is fine with life. She said she reach&amp;nbsp;enlightening. Oh well, Jess, as long as you are happy and remember to blow off steam once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it makes me&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;how long it has been since i actually tell people that everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am fine", "Everything's ok", "Good", are just words we say whenever people ask us. The thing is, it is just words with no meaning. So what is the point? That is why when people ask me stuff, i always complain. Coz i do not want to lie to them. They say treat others as how you want to be treated. So, i say i am not fine, because i dont want them to lie and say everything is good. And i hope that they did the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say good to&amp;nbsp;hi-bye&amp;nbsp;friends, not proper friends. But, it seems like everyone says "good". Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;of this, i remembered how last time there was a period of time when i am actually happy. I finally accepted me. And the people around at those time is Vicky and Michelle. So, talking to Vicky make me&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;i was positive once. I was happy and accept life the way it is. And i told Vicky that i am not going to be like that (-ve) anymore, that i want to be the happy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i forgot, until a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much things has happened. So much has changed. I have changed. The family broken apart. We are all adult now. We all have move on. Busy with life, with school, with work. Busy being the person you are suppose to be. And everything in the past is just in the past. You can miss it, but it is all memories now. Good memories. Happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is all for the best. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cept Kelvin kept asking me if i want to order mac or if i want tau hui on Tuesday night when they came over to watch champion league. Nostalgic. I still exist then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-5733939754693464333?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5733939754693464333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=5733939754693464333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5733939754693464333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5733939754693464333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-fine.html' title='I am Fine'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-5356978393172708757</id><published>2011-04-10T05:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:08:56.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treatise'/><title type='text'>The Truth About Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As everyone know Santa Claus &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;a plump, jolly, white-bearded man wearing a red coat with white collar and cuffs, white-cuffed red trousers, and black leather belt and boots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;He lives at the&amp;nbsp;North Pole, with a large number of&amp;nbsp;magical elves, and at least eight or nine&amp;nbsp;flying reindeer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He is also said to make a list of children throughout the world, categorizing them according to their behavior ("naughty" or "nice") and that he delivers presents, including&amp;nbsp;toys,&amp;nbsp;candy, and other gifts to all of the good boys and girls in the world, and sometimes&amp;nbsp;coal&amp;nbsp;to the naughty children, on the single night of Christmas Eve. He accomplishes this feat with the aid of the elves who make the toys in the&amp;nbsp;workshop&amp;nbsp;and the reindeer who pull his sleigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; -wiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;But i bet you don't know, he has a degree in supply chain management. I mean how else can he be in control of a bunch of elves,&amp;nbsp;supervising them into making toys to a bunch of kids all around the world. He has to make a lists of naughty and nice children. He has to deliver them on&amp;nbsp;Christmas and not be late on it. So basically he has to have delivery on-time and send out&amp;nbsp;accuracy of 100%.&amp;nbsp;How many company can do that? Most also have a picking&amp;nbsp;efficiency&amp;nbsp;of 98%. Santa can't afford to make a mistake. Let's take a look to its system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Supply chain&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a system of organizations, people, technology, activities, information and resources involved in moving a product or service from&amp;nbsp;supplier&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;customer.&lt;/i&gt; How does it all apply to Santa, you ask? It does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Santa and elves are the organizations. You may not know it, but North Pole is really high on technology, if not how can they grant 12 years old boys their x-box 360. The North Pole is buzzed with activities, making of toys, creating Christmas. Don't believe? Just watch any Santa movie that show you the different version of what is going on in the North Pole. Information flow in and out with lists and lists of names and&amp;nbsp;addresses. And all in all, it is just to get product (present) from supplier (Santa) to customer (children).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;So basically, there is a few process that need to be address. Let's take a look at it shall we.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="line-height: 1.5em; list-style-image: none; list-style-type: lower-alpha; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 3.2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Customer&amp;nbsp;service management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Procurement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Product development and commercialization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Manufacturing flow management/support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Physical distribution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Outsourcing/partnerships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Performance measurement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Customer&amp;nbsp;service management&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;Which children ever say they hate Santa? You rarely hear a kid who hate Santa. In fact, if Santa really do exist, parents will love Santa even more. So, Santa has no problem with customer service as they are excellent! As&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;Customer Relationship Management concerns the relationship between the organization and its customers. Santa has great relationship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Procurement&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;From the 15 weeks of boring procurement lesson in school, you can be sure Santa has everything under control. Now i wonder how he managed to get degree. Anyway, usually great communication need to be made, so, while company uses EDI, Santa has better communication system. The elves are small and pretty fast. They remember everything. So basically no data will be lost, so it will be a better system than EDI, as technology can be faulty, but with elves, they wont be. They are also not human, so there wont be human error.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Activities such as negotiation, order placement, inbound transportation, storage, handling and&amp;nbsp;quality assurance, the responsibility to coordinate with suppliers on matters of scheduling. None of these will matter. North Pole has the best storage room. As money is not an issue, thus the storage room is huge. Handling, quality assurance and scheduling will be a sure thing. Schedule products delivery is only once a year. All the handling and QC (quality control) will be done by the best. Nothing will go&amp;nbsp;amiss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Product development and commercialization&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Well, new toys are&amp;nbsp;invented all the time, and thanks to&amp;nbsp;TV&amp;nbsp;ads and magazines, newspaper, anything, it will be commercialize. So, in the case of North Pole, every design is planned carefully and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;they will go through all the steps&amp;nbsp;necessary&amp;nbsp;to make a product happen.Well, you know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manufacturing flow management/support&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Just like in any factory, a toy factory will go through all the steps needed to make a full proper toy. So, this process is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical distribution&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Reindeer does not stuck in traffic. They have excellent navigating system imprinted in them. The sleigh has a top notch GPS system that can track Santa anywhere around the world. So, if Santa make a detour, the elf in charge will know of Santa whereabout. Plus Mrs Claus will know too, so he cant cheat on his wife. For an old dude Santa is pretty fit. With a little bit of magic, he can go through those tiny dirty chimney. So, no problem on this process. Next.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outsourcing/partnerships&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;This is where, all the Toys'r'us and all the other toys store came in. This is a secret that not many know. Santa uses 3PL. And we all know, using 3PL has its advantages and&amp;nbsp;disadvantages. Santa has to share some information with these companies. So bo bian, they took advantage and open the store for 365 days yearly. But ya, parents act as partner. As often, it is impossible to travel to all the part of the world, visiting houses that do not have chimney. So, parents will be doing their job too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Performance measurement&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;It is said that &lt;i&gt;e&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;xperts found a strong relationship from the largest arcs of supplier and customer integration to market share and profitability&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;. So, if Santa has a market share, it will be doing fairly fine. Is Santa making lots of profit? Well, i guess you can say so. Even without any sort of payment, North Pole still can function. The toys production is working 24/7. The elves (workers) are happy. Information of naughty and nice kids are delivered accurately. So for internal measure, everything is good. For external measure, you can always benchmark. And sure enough Santa will be the at the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;In term of&amp;nbsp;monetary&amp;nbsp;value, North Pole worth a lot. Till now, no company can take over Santa's. Plus they have been in business since 1820, so that makes them one of the oldest most successful company in the world today. They would not have trouble with green peace as they are not doing anything to harm the&amp;nbsp;environment. Santa do not use petrol to fly around. Toys are made in North Pole which function in their own little world which will do not use up the world's natural resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I guess the only thing you can accuse Santa of is&amp;nbsp;corruption. He ate the cookies and milk left at the fireplace. Now, that is what some people call bribing. But, there is no lawsuit against it, so there is nothing else to say on that topic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess the other thing you can say in short is using the &lt;b&gt;SCOR model&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plan:&lt;/b&gt; All the plan is made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Source:&lt;/b&gt; North Pole is very resourceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make:&lt;/b&gt; What else can the elves do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deliver:&lt;/b&gt; It is after all is Santa job to deliver. Plus Santa practices JIT (just in time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Return:&lt;/b&gt; So far no one return their goods. The only return he ever gotten are letters saying thanks for the lovely gifts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bullwhip effect? Not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inventory management? No problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No such thing as picking error. Well, not many. Elves are fantastic. During delivery, Santa has magic thus he will not make any mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Forecasting? Not a problem. Santa has a list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reverse logistic is kept to a minimal, almost zero. Naughty kids, will just throw away their coal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Order fulfillment. Children will send in their order through letters (PO, purchasing order) written to Santa with specific details on what they want. In the olden days, it is mostly MTS (make-to-stock) but now, it will be BTO (build-to-order) as children now have so many ideas on their mind. Then there will be those special kids who want ETO (engineer-to-order) but these orders are only made specially for those super nice children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, i guess that's about it. Do i miss anything else?&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/14106990-5356978393172708757?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5356978393172708757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=5356978393172708757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5356978393172708757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/5356978393172708757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/04/truth-about-santa.html' title='The Truth About Santa'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-2746879382414665349</id><published>2011-04-09T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T00:33:13.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-2746879382414665349?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2746879382414665349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=2746879382414665349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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we&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;that we have grown up after graduation, that we do not anyhow spend money. cept on sharetea. but yah, like we want something, then we like must consider 10 thousand years. and of coz coz like we no money also. lol. need a job!!&lt;br /&gt;we also dont want a new phone. we want our phone and hope that it did not get spoil. so, finger cross. but mine already did, so no choice. but i dont want a new phone. i want my iphone.&lt;br /&gt;and do you know last time people cross their fingers because they want to make cross, but cant so have to do it in secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that brit charm bracelet from accessorize.&lt;br /&gt;and that heart shape all over pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i find out me and huimin have something in common. we both want huge kitchen in our future home. hehe. and the reasons are the same. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-8269406333481053296</id><published>2011-03-30T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T03:41:21.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DONi'/><title type='text'>About Graduation</title><content type='html'>So, that day, i was not so sure if i wanted to go for graduation. I mean i wanted to go to take pictures. I wanna go as it will be the last day i will probably go to RP. It will be the last time i really see everyone. But it wont be the same. Not everyone will be there and i really want to put that RP life behind. It seems that everyone did.&lt;br /&gt;So, i asked R if i should go. He just said yes. Then i asked him if he want to come to my graduation, he said yes. So sweet right? He wants to go to mine, but he doesn't want to go to his as he has work that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then talked to Huimin bout it. She was kind of mad that Jason did not want to go to her graduation. Even though &amp;nbsp;Huimin is going to his. And hers is just like a few hours before ours. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation. 10 May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-8269406333481053296?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8269406333481053296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=8269406333481053296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8269406333481053296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/8269406333481053296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/03/about-graduation.html' title='About Graduation'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-219655149692244789</id><published>2011-03-28T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T03:41:21.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DONi'/><title type='text'>1st Time We Talked</title><content type='html'>I only remember Michelle is the 2nd person i talk to in Fowlie.&lt;br /&gt;Sophie's first convo with me is in the music room and she ask why i am sitting near the boys. Told her i dont care what people think of me. And she loves my answer and we become friend.&lt;br /&gt;With Jessica (brd moment) why you go this school.&lt;br /&gt;With Roxann, "want to eat lunch with us?"&lt;br /&gt;1st thing i talk to Huimin is to ask her where she is from.&lt;br /&gt;With Kalai is i ask her if i can use her friend ppt for&amp;nbsp;reference.&lt;br /&gt;Shawn ask me "so how you and your boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;With Narfia, you are MK friend right.&lt;br /&gt;Pam asked me why am i so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, basically many people ask me that.&lt;br /&gt;With Sharon she ask what is my chinese name.&amp;nbsp;Lol, she is the only one who ever ask me that. So special, no one ever bothered before.&lt;br /&gt;To Danson hi, and was given the most charming smile ever. Faint.&lt;br /&gt;Bc, so u r yogi friend, how old are you.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan started with telling Pam to ask Ryan what he wants since he is just there.&lt;br /&gt;Casey: where you going. go orchard for.&lt;br /&gt;Smiley guy, you not going for break?&lt;br /&gt;With Ronald, i msn, Pam say u are shy to take ppt from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-219655149692244789?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/219655149692244789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=219655149692244789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/219655149692244789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/219655149692244789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/03/1st-time-we-talked.html' title='1st Time We Talked'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4159675538157558345</id><published>2011-03-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:58:46.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Has Gone By</title><content type='html'>I cant believe that i wasted a week. This morning, was quite surprise to find that its already Friday. Like wow, i wasted a week just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Sent in more resume, check the web for kindergarten teaching. See computer until wanna die. And nth. So, you can say i am hopeless in getting a job. Hannes just went for interview this afternoon, and he got a job in the evening. How nice right.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, i need more opportunity and luck. Yup, i need luck.&lt;br /&gt;Lai give me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4159675538157558345?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4159675538157558345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4159675538157558345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4159675538157558345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4159675538157558345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/03/week-has-gone-by.html' title='A Week Has Gone By'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6948501917328089165</id><published>2011-03-21T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:57:58.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/15/760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/15/s_760.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/15/761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/15/s_761.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6948501917328089165?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6948501917328089165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6948501917328089165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6948501917328089165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6948501917328089165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-2719449569360328469</id><published>2011-03-20T06:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:22:48.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>My new bff</title><content type='html'>Hehe so dettol is my new bff. It has helped me so much in life. Well ever since I'm like a girl. It is just a simple soap but it does do lots of powerful things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/19/2762.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/19/s_2762.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you dettol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-2719449569360328469?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2719449569360328469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=2719449569360328469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2719449569360328469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2719449569360328469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-bff.html' title='My new bff'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6146507086431744953</id><published>2011-03-17T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:23:37.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DONi'/><title type='text'>17222</title><content type='html'>I need my dose of 17222.&lt;br /&gt;Headache, pf.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i don't know how to say this without hurting anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Hais, but walking along Orchard road to Cityhall was pretty much impossible without looking at all the&amp;nbsp;possibilities&amp;nbsp;that could happen. SMU, NUS, NTU and even Lasalle. It was all there but i cant get it.&lt;br /&gt;I think i need 17222, or something new.&lt;br /&gt;After i fell, it was funny for awhile, but now what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6146507086431744953?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6146507086431744953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6146507086431744953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6146507086431744953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6146507086431744953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/03/17222.html' title='17222'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-6823293188882026575</id><published>2011-03-15T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:22:42.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Pancake day</title><content type='html'>I feel like eating pancake again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/15/776.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/15/s_776.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Michelle the other day to buy Vicky present. Then when to eat pancake and watch movie. Even managed to walk around for a while. First time managed to do everything that is needed to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Sop too. And pohleong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/15/777.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/15/s_777.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with jinghao too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so far an ok holiday. Just the stress of getting a job is killing me. Help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-6823293188882026575?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6823293188882026575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=6823293188882026575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6823293188882026575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/6823293188882026575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/03/pancake-day.html' title='Pancake day'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-321245783696459387</id><published>2011-03-12T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:23:21.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Look, My FF</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/TXuH-z2sw7I/AAAAAAAABLo/5MmdcmVxJ9s/s1600-h/189952_1930109292879_1246622561_32333297_2453207_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="189952_1930109292879_1246622561_32333297_2453207_n" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="365" alt="189952_1930109292879_1246622561_32333297_2453207_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/TXuH_pX2EXI/AAAAAAAABLs/xjcht7dLCD4/189952_1930109292879_1246622561_32333297_2453207_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="275" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/14106990-321245783696459387?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/321245783696459387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=321245783696459387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/321245783696459387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/321245783696459387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-my-ff.html' title='Look, My FF'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IyhdO8aWH_Q/TXuH_pX2EXI/AAAAAAAABLs/xjcht7dLCD4/s72-c/189952_1930109292879_1246622561_32333297_2453207_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-396799707537293424</id><published>2011-03-09T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:51:28.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just kill me now. No, i mean later, after i have my pancake with Michelle, then im willing to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-396799707537293424?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/396799707537293424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=396799707537293424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/396799707537293424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/396799707537293424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-kill-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-2217366221950717947</id><published>2011-03-08T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:47:00.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last time my idea of a job is random hours. Not a boring office hours of 9 to 5. The job will be random and hectic. It will be stressful but rewarding. The kind of job I want. &lt;br /&gt;Now all the interview I went for is giving me 6 days work, rotating shifts. And suddenly I'm asking for office hours. Cause when I start working suddenly I think about my friends and family. Ive been staying in nassim for the past 2 years. That life thought me how important it is to treasure your time with people you love. And I don't want if it means not hanging out with people. Freedom is so hard to get. If I work this job, then I lose my freedom again just when I just got it back. Life. &lt;br /&gt;Already now everyone has their own life. And I know I won't see everyone often but I would like the choice of whether I can meet them or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, time really change me. Really change the things I want. Really change my thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-2217366221950717947?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2217366221950717947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=2217366221950717947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2217366221950717947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/2217366221950717947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-time-my-idea-of-job-is-random.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4112855914316352452</id><published>2011-03-08T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:39:03.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i could just die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4112855914316352452?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4112855914316352452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4112855914316352452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4112855914316352452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4112855914316352452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-i-could-just-die.html' title=''/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14106990.post-4775044815292155883</id><published>2011-03-07T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:11:20.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>For the Friendship. It has been&amp;nbsp;adventurous. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14106990-4775044815292155883?l=future-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4775044815292155883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14106990&amp;postID=4775044815292155883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4775044815292155883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14106990/posts/default/4775044815292155883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://future-queen.blogspot.com/2011/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>lov3less</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
