<?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-20292711</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:53:56.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>queenie-shush</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-114759136104616972</id><published>2006-05-12T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:22:41.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched a really interesting documentary late last night at 1am on National Geographic Channel. Think the title was "In the Womb". It showed the whole process from fertilization, to the woman getting pregnant, all the way to the point when she eventually gave birth. The documentary is really different from those showed in schools to educate students, etc. Coz this one REALLY showed the process of giving birth. Man! The woman in the video was standing up during the delivery. Coz the narrator was saying something about standing up, squatting or sitting up is easier to "push" the baby than to lie on your back. And goodness...I could see EVERYTHING that was coming out. All sorts of liquid, then something that looked gross. It was the baby's head, with HAIR! Man! Could see the woman's vagina expanding and widening to make way for the baby's huge head. Jeeeezz it looked darn freaking painful. The woman was screaming, with her left hand clutching onto the bedsheets while the right was grabbing onto her husband's arm. When the baby's head emerged, the nurse "aided" the delivery by pulling the baby out! Oh man! Is that the usual protocol?! Phew~~ Thank god there wasnt any complications coz the baby came out quickly and both mother and child were safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But jeeezz man! I have to watch that show right before i sleep. It's really educational but not before i head for lalaland. Hai..Coz last night, i dreamt that ME, was pregnant. And oh man! Trust me it wasnt at all easy. Belly was so freaking heavy that i couldnt really breathe in my dream (not sure whether i was breathing properly in real life either). Chest felt so congested, like all your lower organs have been pushed upwards to accommodate the ever growing bulk.&lt;br /&gt;I was like "AHHHHHHH Someone help me!!!!!" Then came the delivery. OMG i can even remembered that the amniotic sac burst! Everything was so real! Then the contractions. AHHHH so painful!  But thank god, the "pain" woke me up. Phew~~~ This dream really made me think twice about having a kid. Oh jeeezz, but we cant avoid this. BooHoo~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-114759136104616972?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/114759136104616972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=114759136104616972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/114759136104616972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/114759136104616972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-watched-really-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-114758893066081866</id><published>2006-05-09T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:42:10.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A New Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like falling sick. Then i can have the excuse of going down to the doc's to get a MC. But things changed. Circumstances are different now. After everything that has happened, i HATE falling ill. Besides, i simply cannot afford to do so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last week of hols, the last few days to chill and play, i had to fall sick. I woke up one day, for no particular reason i had a fever. And my whole body felt so weak. Not even an ounce of energy's in my body. Really felt like some corpse. Juz that my heart and organs are still functioning. Felt EXTREMELY dehydrated too. Drank lots of water but was of no use. It only sent me to the toilet countless of times. Whole body ached too. I thought, "oh god. Dont tell me i'm having freaking dengue". Went to the doc. Had blood test plus lotsa medicine. Platelet count was fine so dengue's out. So wad was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the doc's advice to rest lots. Drank some re-hydrating minerals she prescribed. Which resulted me in puking all my food out. That was when the whole vomitting spell started. Everything that i ate or drank came back right up. Top that with my ground-zero appetite, my physical being lost 4kg of precious weight. The dehydrating problem got worse. 3 cups plus one tubberware of water will accommpany me everynight. But darn throat still felt like sandpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the doc. She told mom to get me 100 plus. EEeeeek puke. I hate isotonic drinks! It didnt do me any good either. Spent most of my hours sleeping like Count Dracula. Literally straight and flat. And when i'm awake, i'll be walking around the house like Frankein Stein. Missed the first 2 days of school. Wad a way to start a new semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the vomitting spell subsided. Felt 1 watt of energy ran through my veins. Thought, "hey! i'm better now!" so made my way to school on wednesday, 26th May. And i almost lost my dear life. My legs were so weak that after standing for a few minutes, i felt like collapsing. I had to rush for a seat on the MRT or i wouldnt have even made it to Dover. Plus, my reduced- to- pencil arms had to carry the ever heavy laptop. BooHoo~~~~ Didnt know how i managed to make it back home alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two days were as bad. Not only i had to cope with my sickly self, i felt that i was lagging behind everyone in school. Missed two sessions of practical plus endless lectures. Miss Ong even wanted me to make up for Instrumentation prac! Ahhhhh!!! Things just get worse. When i thought i was getting better, my already dry and raspy throat started to hurt. It felt like that was something poking at the left of my throat. The pain just became from bad to worse. And from worse to the worst! It was soooooooooooooooooo painful that every morsel of food i swallowed or every sip of water i drank, i had to clench my fist and prevent myself from flinking wad's remaining of Ho Shu Swen outta the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for Labour Day. It gave me more time to rest. In the meantime, my fever continued to increase and decrease like some rollercoaster ride. Finally, i dragged myself outta bed to the doc for the 3rd time, on Labour Day. Doc Ho. My pediatrician. He said i had SEPTIC tonsillitis. Really bad. Mom said the ulcer looked like a snow-cap on a red mountain. I had an injection on my ass plus a bunch of medication. Thank god doc prescribed me painkillers which helped to numb the pain so i can eat better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now, yours truly is on the road to recovery. Though stuffy nose and blocked ears are still a pain in the ass. Phew~ Wonder when will i fully recover.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-114758893066081866?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/114758893066081866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=114758893066081866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/114758893066081866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/114758893066081866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-soul-i-used-to-like-falling-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-114459779267611979</id><published>2006-04-09T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T08:49:52.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lying on the bed&lt;br /&gt;am staring at the rusty fan&lt;br /&gt;buzzing away in symphony with the voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;weighed down by fatigue and worries&lt;br /&gt;the poor old soul's exhausted&lt;br /&gt;the brain's engaged in strategies&lt;br /&gt;the brain's filled with ideas&lt;br /&gt;minute by minute the brain's dreaming&lt;br /&gt;the heart has been been disappointed&lt;br /&gt;the heart lost hope&lt;br /&gt;the heart is tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-114459779267611979?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/114459779267611979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=114459779267611979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/114459779267611979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/114459779267611979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/04/lying-on-bed-am-staring-at-rusty-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-114243890233346079</id><published>2006-03-15T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:22:09.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zoo~ Zooling~ Hahaha Went to the zoo and night safari yesterday with hazel and faezah. This is my first visit to the zoo in YEARS! Think the last time i got accquainted with the animals was in primary school! Besides, this is my very first visit to the Night Safari! Was so very excited like a small kid! Hahaha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to the zoo in the morning. We combed the whole entire zoo, visiting the camels, the white tigers, lions, reptiles, white rhino, otter, and the list goes on. We walked and walked, back and forth, to see the feeding of polar bears, etc. We even had to run to catch the designated time slots of the various feeding of animals. Under the merciless sun, we felt so sticky and sleepy. We had our MacDonald's breakfast as our lunch and i had two orange popsicles. Man! Each popsicle is S$2.50! That's daylight robbery! And a bottle of ice mountain water costs freaking S$2.00. When we can easily get it from school at 70 cents! Jeeezz...the zoo's open to suck the blood outta tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had dinner at KFC. Had been eating fast food for the whole entire day. Absolutely unhealthy! Then we entered the Night Safari~~~ Our night journey started with a "Creatures of the Night" show. Was quite entertaining until one crazy guy shouted that he lost his pet, maggie. We were all wondering who or what the hell was maggie, comtemplating whether it was real or part of the performance. Thank god that it was part of the performance as maggie was a PYTHON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we continued our journey with the Forest Giants trail and the Leopard trail. Another blood sucking moment came. We had to fork out another 8 bucks to take the tram as without taking the tram, we cant view many of the night creatures such as Water Buffalo, Samba Deer, Indian Wolf, Giant Anteater, etc. But it was all worth it. Pweety cool expeience. We skipped the Fishing Cat trail as Faezah's bro was already at the entrance to pick us up. Itz alright! As what hazel says, we will visit the zoo again, with our barangs barangs~~ Cheers~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7136/2029/1600/Shushguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7136/2029/320/Shushguin.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7136/2029/1600/presentingRHINO!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7136/2029/320/presentingRHINO%21.0.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7136/2029/1600/presentingthe...0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7136/2029/320/presentingthe...0.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7136/2029/1600/Zelswenzah.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7136/2029/320/Zelswenzah.0.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-114243890233346079?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/114243890233346079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=114243890233346079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/114243890233346079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/114243890233346079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/03/zoo-zooling-hahaha-went-to-zoo-and.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-114206399572927800</id><published>2006-03-11T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:08:27.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been sooooo busy these few weeks. Immediately after exams, came class gathering, job searching and the amb retreat camp. Class gathering at Seoul's Garden was totally fun and madness! Had little beef and LOTSA chicken! Coffee chicken, curry chicken, sze chuan chicken, terriyaki chicken, you name it, we ate it~~In midst of the jokes and laughter lingered a bittersweet sadness. The class will be separated next sem when the peeps leave for BLT. Besides, who knows whether the remaining people in M05 may be further separated? Hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do I, say goodbye, to what we had?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The good times that made us laugh, always come back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought we'd get, to see forever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But forever's gone away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so hard, to say goodbye, to yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know, where the road, is going to lead,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I know, is where we've been, and what we been through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we get to see tomorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope it's worth all the wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so hard, to say goodbye, to yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll take, with me the memories,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be my sunshine after the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so hard, to say goodbye, to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sings to Boyz II Men)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next came the job searching. At first, we thought we could nail the data entry. God knows that it turned out to be a freaking job agency. And the worst of all, we were being served by kiddo's retarded senior who purposely made us fill in those long forms before telling us that there were no temp jobs available. MAN....and i rushed down allllllllllllllll the way from school that day. Imagine travelling from clementi to tampines, on an empty stomach with no water. I was famished and dehydrated. The three of us were standing by the road, when kiddo suddenly said "we are jobless man...". hahaha it felt like as though we have juz been retrenched! Wad a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, the amb retreat camp. Hai...was already so tired even before the camp started. Had to prepare this and that, slept so late the night before the camp. Was literally zombified. Had to dye the rice. BLUE, RED, GREEN and YELLOW---&gt; FOUR colours when i only have TWO containers. Then had to cut the silver leaves, etc...Hai...The most frustrating fact was that so little people attended the camp. So much leftover food. Such low level of enthusiasm. Shall not comment much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, everything has ended. Am suppose to go to school today for the election of amb president and for the principal lunch. But am down with a freaking fever. Body's aching like mad and my head weighs a ton. If i pushed myself by going to school, think i would have fainted on the way there. LOL and i would have made newspaper headlines! HAHAHA! Thank god i have a week's break before work. Phew~~ can rest first. And catch that movie marathon, shopping spree, etc, that i have always wanted. Most of all, to catch up with my beloved friends like vanny darling! Yeap~~~~ Relaxation here i come!! LOL~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-114206399572927800?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/114206399572927800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=114206399572927800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/114206399572927800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/114206399572927800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/03/have-been-sooooo-busy-these-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-114018949135750796</id><published>2006-02-17T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T07:18:11.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai~~i hate IT. Sucks big time man. All the pcb bullshit! Had a FREAKING hard time trying to configure the stupid router! Then it doesnt really help that the moronic piece of shitty bro kept yelling at me. I swear, when i earn big freaking bucks, i am gona hire manpower to get all this bullshit done for the queen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-114018949135750796?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/114018949135750796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=114018949135750796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/114018949135750796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/114018949135750796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/02/haii-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113983273676065954</id><published>2006-02-13T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T04:12:16.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14 Feb. Wad dreadful day. The whole entire town will be a flooding menstrual like wad hazel says. Huge red hearts hung up everywhere. Blushing girlfwens will be armed with red roses. One stalk, two stalks or a bouquet for you, ma'am? Everything will be in twos. Sweetheart meals for two, flowers for two, movie seats for two, every freaking thing available on the market will be for two. Wad about starting a new marketing scheme for threes? There are happy threesomes out there. Why are they being overshadowed by those mushy little couples who kiss and whisper sweet nothings everywhere they go? Jeeezz...itz like "Get me a bag! I'm gona puke!". LOL... Besides, isnt it ironic to show your love for each other on a designated day? On that ONE day which only takes place annually? Everything is so commercialise that the true meaning of valentine's day is gone. If there's really true love between two individuals, they will still be happy even if all the fancy pansy frills are being stripped off. Bread and butter will be just as good. Oh well, i still prefer the company of my good old girlfriends. Together, we can eat cookies and get fat, have our usual biatch talks and laughter, and when the clock hits the stroke of twelve, we will cheers to the end of puke inducing day~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113983273676065954?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113983273676065954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113983273676065954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113983273676065954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113983273676065954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/02/14-feb.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113972954567579643</id><published>2006-02-11T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:32:25.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, you've hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've hurt my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've hurt my pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've spoilt everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll always remember what you've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only thing which you can do oh so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when the time comes to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To leave this abyss of misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll take everything with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything that's of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And walk out of the gates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've made me, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113972954567579643?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113972954567579643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113972954567579643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113972954567579643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113972954567579643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-youve-hurt-me.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113889604200484916</id><published>2006-02-02T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T08:05:39.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doggie Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;New year. Was so tiring. Did a whole lot of spring cleaning. I have never seen so much junk in my life. Goodness. Didnt know i have been collecting truck loads of things for the past few years. Managed to throw 5 bagfuls of trash. People are like putting on weight while i'm losing weight from all the scrubbing, sweeping, mopping, blah blah blah. The great battle with dirt and dust. LOL~~~ But am really happy this year. Had the usual annual mahjong sessions at grandma's. Not much stakes were involved though because the big gamblers were not there. Met beautiful people, went back to muar for reunion with happy family. *sighs in bliss* How i wish this can happen every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7136/2029/1600/SP_A0663_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7136/2029/320/SP_A0663_edited.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go for Breakfast (Bak Kut Tay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7136/2029/1600/SP_A0675_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7136/2029/320/SP_A0675_edited.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girl Power!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113889604200484916?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113889604200484916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113889604200484916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113889604200484916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113889604200484916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/02/doggie-yearnew-year.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113837824367749104</id><published>2006-01-27T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T08:10:43.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She smiles.&lt;br /&gt;She laughs.&lt;br /&gt;The norm.&lt;br /&gt;His soul is missing.&lt;br /&gt;Her soul is lost.&lt;br /&gt;An empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;Devoid of sentiments&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant of surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits for the other.&lt;br /&gt;The return of another.&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;She smiles.&lt;br /&gt;She laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113837824367749104?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113837824367749104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113837824367749104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113837824367749104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113837824367749104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/01/she-smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113802764766639576</id><published>2006-01-23T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T06:47:29.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hotdog. It never tasted this good. I think i was dead hungry by the time i sank my molars into the hot steamy bun and juicy chicken sausage, with sweet tomato sauce and tangy mustard. OOOOOOOOOOO...Can u taste it? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swept through ikea today. hahaha bought a black trash bin and red comforter cover. Coolness~ Preparing for the new year has never been this fun. And kiddo with her red pebbles, red stool covers, red comforter, etc etc.....all in the HUGE yellow ikea bag, we were quite a sight. We were even MORE of a sight when we had to drag all the bagages onto the bus, into the train, non stop til we arrived at home sweet home.  Jeeeezz....Here's the deal babe. We will go again when u get your vespa aye. And when the day comes, let's hope we can stuff everything in that trunk of yours. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113802764766639576?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113802764766639576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113802764766639576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113802764766639576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113802764766639576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/01/hotdog.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113786008934925299</id><published>2006-01-22T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T08:14:49.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dying. Fatigue overload. Muscle ache.&lt;br /&gt;Had 2 sessions of aerobics yesterday. Jeezz..imagine waking up at 6am, reaching school at 8, all juz because to make up for s&amp;w. Next time, if i ever tell you that i feel like skipping s&amp;w, kindly please knock some sense into me. I dun ever wana go through THAT again. Miss fiona was soooo mean. She made kiddo and i ran like donkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for work today. Total coolness~~The old peeps rock man! Funky old men and cute old ladies really amused me. Cool names they have got too.  Opportunities like this should come by more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113786008934925299?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113786008934925299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113786008934925299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113786008934925299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113786008934925299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/01/dying.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113725773350870607</id><published>2006-01-15T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T08:55:33.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They smile at you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They laugh with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They suffer with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They make promises to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promises of brotherhood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promises of brotherhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So easily broken.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So easily seduced by temptation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monetary temptation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Assholes who put bloody money in higher piority than friendship can go bitch slap themselves. YOU consider yourself as a friend? Bloody hell. Go get a spade, dig a grave and bury yourself. What do you have? A freaking walnut as a brain? Life still goes on without you. In fact, life is BETTER without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113725773350870607?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113725773350870607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113725773350870607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113725773350870607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113725773350870607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/01/they-smile-at-you.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113707731619209523</id><published>2006-01-12T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T07:00:32.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frozen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No idea wad's sup with the freaking weather. So cold these days. A totally bad weather for a school term. Froze my ass off during lectures and lab sessions. Cant we have winter vacation or something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saw a pair of boobs drawn on the misty lab windows. Saw other wordings on them too. LOL so hazel and i added some stuff on our own. "Grizzly bear &amp; Zebra" hahaha coz yours truly looked like a grizzly in moi thick sweater and kiddo was wearing this pink and blue stripped polo tee. hahaha Mr chow caught us red-handed in action and shook his pinky at us with the disapproving look. LOL wad a joke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Microbio prac was freaking fun today. We rushed, fell, dashed, and conquered! I was in such a hurry to leave that i even grabbed mindy's bag together with hazel's and mine. So at that moment, i was wondering "who on earth does this bag belongs to?" hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bought essence of fish for faezah on the way home. Pls get well soon babe. Hazel and i miss you so very much. Life without you in class seems different. We need u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dear girl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray that you'll recover soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the cool wind blow away all aches &amp;amp; pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the sun kiss bundles of hope &amp;amp; joy into your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kiddo and shush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113707731619209523?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113707731619209523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113707731619209523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113707731619209523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113707731619209523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/01/frozenno-idea-wads-sup-with-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113707527516694071</id><published>2006-01-11T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T06:19:42.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sex is evil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evil is sin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sin is forgiven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sex is in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saw this craved onto the table during maths lecture. Sup with this world man? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113707527516694071?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113707527516694071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113707527516694071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113707527516694071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113707527516694071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/01/sex-is-evilevil-is-sinsin-is.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113673435633173768</id><published>2006-01-08T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T07:45:45.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunshine after da rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was suppose to attend the flashmob today. Man, couldnt make it on time. Was already 1.25pm when i was only at bugis. So i missed the chicken dance. Missed the fun. Wonder whether everything went well. Coz it was raining monkeys and donkeys for the whole ENTIRE day. We aint planting rice here in singapore. There's no need for flooded plains. Stop raining please. It creates so much inconvenience for everyone. Ruined my shopping plans. Dang~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So went to dearie's house to watch Doom (thank god for the leaking umbrella). Had a totally relaxing and lazy day. So much for planning the shopping route. LOL. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise coz it saved the both of us from spending a single penny. Oh well, this is one shopping trip that must be made soon. Or else i will have no new clothes to don on during the CNY. How sad that will be. Poor shush with old tattered clothes. Unglam. An absolute NO NO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No worries though. Will be going to shop with my darling vanny soon. Next week? The following week? LOL~ Last minute shopping again. Hope we wont end up rushing like mad on new year's eve. Dont want to squeeze with the crowd again like what happened on christmas eve. Hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d67/shu_swen/08012006009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="230" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d67/shu_swen/08012006009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113673435633173768?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113673435633173768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113673435633173768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113673435633173768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113673435633173768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunshine-after-da-rainwas-suppose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113664906007905100</id><published>2006-01-07T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T07:53:56.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My oh my what a wonderful day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Was late for the e-trial test. Was scolded by dad again. Then private students have only ONE miserable paper to try while school students have SIX. Jeezz. Unfair. Money really makes the world go round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then came X'capade!!! Started off quite okie...Several passersby should seriously brush up on their manners though. At least say "no thank you" or something. Dont treat us like some shrub along the road and walk pass us as though we are invisible. Or worse, insult us. We are fellow homosapiens too. We've got feelings man~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Evening arrived. Performances started. We must really give it to the NRA. They put up a fabulous item which wowed the entire crowd. The ST convent babes did good too. Nice choices of music, cool remix and slick moves won them 500 bucks. Hehehe we were so very entertained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dinner at Burger King. Had a laughing fit listening to lisa, amanda and shyam. Thank god the mushroom swiss remained safely in my mouth and not splattered all over shyamperman's face! =) Folks, we should hang out and bitch more often. We are all too good at it. LOL~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113664906007905100?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113664906007905100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113664906007905100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113664906007905100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113664906007905100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-oh-my-what-wonderful-day-woke-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113655902502584306</id><published>2006-01-06T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T06:50:25.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~WEEEEEEE ALL OVER~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Common tests are OVER! Battles were well fought! Hehe think i'll do better this sem compared to the last! Man~ i'm drained. Need my 8 hours of zZzZ. Off i go~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113655902502584306?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113655902502584306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113655902502584306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113655902502584306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113655902502584306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/01/weeeeeee-all-over-common-tests-are.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113605022232293217</id><published>2006-01-01T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T09:32:33.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 Here i Come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cant believe that i juz spent the whole entire NYE at home. Though i have the whole house to myself, which equivalents to peace + tranquility, i juz cant help feeling that i'm missing out on a whole load of fun and excitement out there. Dang~ And i'm kinda worried to be seen online as being online on a NYE night somehow gives people the impression that you dont have a life. Not that i dont have one, but i'm juz too tired to move my lazy ass out of da door. Besides, analytical geometry and matrices have been haunting me since god knows when. So better get them done in a jiffy. Jeeezz~ A year back, i would have shook my head with a mocking expression and said "Goodness man! Wad on earth are you doing at home when you should be out enjoying? Dont be a loser, get a life!" to those online. But look who's talking now. Biatch life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Received new year messages from a bunch of peeps. Though i guess some of them werent meant for me but due to the frenzy of smses, they ended up in my inbox. LOL... HAPPY NEW YEAR to all my loved ones! Hope that 2006 brings much joy, happiness and love into your lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;New year resolutions have been made. They should be fulfilled. Not to be broken. Or else, wad's the freaking point of making them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113605022232293217?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113605022232293217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113605022232293217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113605022232293217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113605022232293217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-here-i-come-i-cant-believe-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113595208609649406</id><published>2005-12-30T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T06:17:44.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaked Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freaked Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Freaking lift. Scared the lights out of me today. The lift door was jammed and it couldn't open. It even passed my floor, went up to the 8, 12, and 16 floors, then went down to the 12 floor again, all this while without stopping! Man~ Thank god i wasn't alone. And thank god the malay guy i was in the lift with, "force" open the door. So i had to walked down 8 storeys to my habitat. DAng~ Biatch life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113595208609649406?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113595208609649406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113595208609649406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113595208609649406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113595208609649406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2005/12/freaked-out.html' title='Freaked Out'/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113587135789445486</id><published>2005-12-29T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T07:57:33.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FaInTs</title><content type='html'>Jeeeezzz~~~ Wad a day. Herman sent me home today. And guess wad? Mom was on the same freaking bus as us! DANG! i swear i almost knock out when i saw her standing right behind me when we were about to alight! Her face was as BLACK as the outfit she was wearing la! So sccary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as expected, the endless nagging started. Next came the threats. And the criticisms. Wad's next? I was expecting worse things to happen when dad comes home. But thankfully no. Coz by the time he placed one foot into the house, the limelight has shifted to bro. LOL. Wad a night for drama mama events. Jeezz..am glad that i'm still alive and in one piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113587135789445486?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113587135789445486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113587135789445486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113587135789445486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113587135789445486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2005/12/faints.html' title='FaInTs'/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292711.post-113583622819633419</id><published>2005-12-29T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T08:25:47.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Born Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who did this fer me?? Vanny darling!!! Wooooooooooohoooooooooooooooo~~~ So at least now i have an avenue to vent my biatch nonesense, hysterical emotions, blah blah blah. Here i come!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d67/shu_swen/SP_A0590.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;In SU Room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20292711-113583622819633419?l=queenie-shush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/feeds/113583622819633419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20292711&amp;postID=113583622819633419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113583622819633419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20292711/posts/default/113583622819633419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenie-shush.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-born-baby.html' title='New Born Baby'/><author><name>queenie-shush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01578156213539815709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
