<?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-1512108653599074952</id><updated>2012-01-23T00:56:15.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥.♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-6555110935205752998</id><published>2012-01-06T15:19:00.055+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T16:30:13.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop being such a sensitive prick</title><content type='html'>It's sad how my blog has turned into a "Vent-anger-only" platform but who cares.. nobody reads my blog anyway. Here goes my frustration recently. Quite a lengthy one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, firstly I don't know why you are so pissed with me over some minor issues that happened on new's year eve. You left your access card, phone and shoes in the office and you were all panicky because you couldn't enter and retrieve them. Yeah of course I understand why you are so panicky, heck.. if I were you I would also panic too. So one of the things you were pissed with me is because I don't look or sound panic when I heard about that. You said I was busy with my phone all day and don't even bother to 'comfort' you and I look so laid back and relaxed with the "none of my business" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not true. Of course I felt kinda bad when you went through all the trouble to bring your laptop to the office so that we can watch movies together and all these had to happen on that day itself. But why must I look panic just to show that I care as a friend?! Seriously don't understand. From the start you should know that my face is forever expressionless, and that's why my face has offended many ppl. My face just doesn't show it. I'm just being calm and rational, and even suggested some solutions to you. Since you said that you can ask your colleague to accompany you back to the office on the following day to retrieve your stuffs, I thought that matter was considered solved. We really couldn't do anything at the moment anyway. What's the point of being panicky with you together just to show I'm sincere as a friend? That sounds like an immature statement. As for my phone, it's just my habit to take out my phone once in awhile but you took it as an offence and said I'm more interested in my phone than worried about your things. Geez, then you want me to be like you and go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OMG HOW HOW?!"&lt;/span&gt; and give an OMG expression like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRn64EID0ww/TwbfoR2TUGI/AAAAAAAABG0/Nuqc8ZwmXiQ/s320/Raisins_Face%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694484661935493218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Like I said, taking my phone out is a habit, not because I was disinterested in your mishap.  Maybe in your context, it means I totally bochup. Whatever. You made it sound like it's one hell of a big deal. Aren't you also busy tweeting using Bal's phone after this incident happened? So only you can use the phone, and I can't use it because I have to consider your feelings at that point of time? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you said that I wasn't keen to go down with you when you asked me if I wanna come down to check if you still can enter the office. Bal was already tagging along with you, so I thought I should just stay in the room to guard our belongings. I don't see how it will make a difference if I went down with you too. Oh yes... CONCERN, rightttt. But, isn't it the same as how you were worried about leaving the speakers and stuffs behind in the meeting room when we were about to leave? That's just normal human instinct right? Another point you added was that I didn't help to pack your laptop and just sat there doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? I'm seated far opposite of you and Bal who's sitting beside you was already helping out and why would you need 3 people to pack your laptop? Oh I forgot, to show you my CONCERN again right? That's so... rubbish. I wonder why you can pinpoint these 'faults' and say that I don't care for you as a friend. It's not like the world is crumbling onto you. If I see that you seriously need my help, I'll gladly do so. But to pack just a laptop? ERR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another part was that you were wearing indoor Hello Kitty slippers as you left your shoes in the locked office and you were too embarrassed to be seen in them. That, I can understand. We even took cab from Tanjong Pagar to... Tanjong Pagar MRT station so that we can go buy your shoes. (Unfortunately the shops were all closed on new year's eve) Then I suggested going to a nearby Cheers or 7 Eleven store to find a pair of substitute flip flops but we couldn't find it. I then said maybe we can go to Clarke Quay to look for shoes since that's supposed to be our next intended destination. You were all grumpy and insisted in going home by taking cab and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ruin our day just because of a pair of goddamn slippers?! Ok, perhaps it was my bluntness to ask you to take train to Clarke Quay since there are many people around but again, you took it as an offence and said I only cared about saving cab fare instead of caring for a friend. I don't know but I find it rather redundant to take cab so many times in a day, especially with all the crazy  peak hour and public holiday surcharge etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I'm the one paying $7 plus from Tanjong Pagar to Tanjong Pagar for a 3 min cab ride (how ridiculous is that?!) just to get you to the nearest place to find your shoes. Bal was considerate enough to pay for her own share. You, on the other hand didn't appreciate that and took it for granted, as though it's only right that I pay fully for the cab fare myself. Not even a word from you like asking me "How much do I need to pay you back?" I didn't even ask you to pay me back because I know it's not nice given a situation like this, or rather, most situations because I hate to ask for money back and would rather that person to be automatic enough to do so. I don't wanna be seen as the calculative person here, but just because you are the one facing 'problems' doesn't mean we have to keep accommodating you. Nobody owes you a living ok? It's not the first time you didn't pay for your own share anyway, but I always brushed it aside and kept it to myself. And you still dare to ask me if I did return you the money for our dinner last week (which I already paid you on that day itself). I know you purposely said that to make me annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd feel that friendship should not be measured with money, but I see that you are constantly  on the receiving end. Your friends may be always treating you or dismiss your offer to pay back, but I don't hear you saying before "It's ok, no need to pay me back", so is that how things are suppose to work? When I hear that Bal said "Don't have to pay me back" for the flip flops out of kindness and you merely said "Ok thanks", I felt kinda bad for her. Shouldn't you at least offer or insist to pay back out of courtesy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for you that you have a best friend who is willing to fork out the cab money on her own accord just to save you from your own embarrassment. Actually, both of us didn't wanna take cab, but you appeared so grouchy and impatient while we are thinking hard of feasible solutions. Don't take all these for granted and made me sound like the bad guy here. You may be thinking "OH! You expect me to take train just because you wanna save the money! Bal is so nice to offer to pay for the cab fare." In the first place, you didn't thought of sharing for the cab fare is it? And I wonder how many times you did that to your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually taking cab was suppose to be the last resort but you think that I didn't care because I wanted to save money. What's wrong with saving money? Apparently, money is not the main issue here. I just wanna find a better solution to solve it rather than spending recklessly 'cos of your silly mishap. You really think everyone owes you issit? You only think for yourself and blame others if they don't think the same way as you do? And I didn't cause your mishap, ok? You said I'm insensitive and uncaring but have you thought of how I brought you a new earpiece when you said your earpiece is spoilt? Oh yes, I forgot you always take these things for granted because you think everyone needs to treat you like a queen yeah? Don't forget we also made the effort to walk to the other large Cheers outlet opposite of the road while waiting for our cab just to find and buy flip flops for you but you still appear unhappy. Can you at least show a bit of appreciation, you ungrateful bitch? I know you are still too vain to be seen in flip flops but I don't see anything wrong with wearing that since it's such a common sight in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how you told me that your ex will pay for most, if not all your meals and you never have to pay for your own share, although you said that you insisted to pay. I believe your persistence is not strong enough if you are determined to go on dutch. You just wanna feel pampered and loved, judging by how you judge people like me. So in this instance, the worth of friendship is based on the amount of money willing to be 'spent' on you huh. If I really care about the money, I'd have pester you for that previous movie ticket money and the cab fare that you owed me till you die. Who knows what else you owed me, but I brushed it aside since it's not a big sum of money. Like what I said earlier, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one owes you a living&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you also understand that people's money are also hard-earned money, but I guess you won't understand the importance of money since your bank account is always a big fat zero. Now I know why your mum is so stringent on your finance and spendings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, before you decided to tell me about how you felt through SMSes, your tactic of blocking me in MSN and Whatsapp without confronting me all of these is nothing but just a cowardly act. If you said that I never considered your feelings, then have you considered feelings for that someone when you decide to block him/her without telling him/her why? Isn't that plain childish? I even went to the extent of whatsapping you to ask what's wrong but all you know is to block me. I had a hard time figuring out what I did to offend you. Great, now I know how everything works when things don't go your way. The only thing I can do is to counter block you, which I think it's fair enough? If you are disappointed in me, then ditto to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these minor issues can ruin our years of friendship, then I think there's no point in continuing our so called friendship anymore. Didn't know all these little issues can make you change 360 degrees of your opinions towards me. I'm so sorry for that, because obviously I can't meet your expectations of a true good friend based on your definition. I also hope that you don't treat your friends or lovers as lackeys or slaves and deem them as faithful or loyal if they go along with your whims and demands. And please don't further hurt those people whom you don't even have feelings for by feeling compelled to accept them just because they shower you with concern and loads of things that you like. You are just behaving like a juvenile and materialistic person who doesn't know anything about love. I'm not surprised why all your relationships lasted for only a few months btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of these, I still don't understand why you can kick up a big fuss and made it out of a big deal, when you yourself said it wasn't a big deal too. Clearly you think it's really a BIG deal, that's why you even bother to ignore and block me. You can continue being a spoilt brat and label me as an unworthy friend as much as you want. Actually I was sort of hoping  that you will read this entry so as to bloody wake up your idea. My last advice to you: Be more sensible and less sensitive. Don't just think for yourself, spare a thought for others too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6555110935205752998?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6555110935205752998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6555110935205752998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6555110935205752998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6555110935205752998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2012/01/stop-being-such-sensitive-prick.html' title='Stop being such a sensitive prick'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRn64EID0ww/TwbfoR2TUGI/AAAAAAAABG0/Nuqc8ZwmXiQ/s72-c/Raisins_Face%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-4958686446771721602</id><published>2011-10-21T20:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T16:22:21.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I've abandoned this blog for quite long.. ok very long as I found no enthusiasm in noting down the little things that happened in my life. However recently, I'm just kinda frustrated with the things happening at work and I need to seriously rant out here. Twitter is not a good option as my colleague is one of my followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I realized that my colleagues are acting weird, especially ever since the IA student came here. Initially I thought she was a friendly girl, and I got along well with her.  So ever since she's here, she's been receiving tremendous attention from almost everyone. Note that I'm alright with that, but as I got to observe her, the way she speaks really irks me. Every of her reaction is super exaggerating, even over something that's not significant. For eg. I said "This food is nice." And she'll reply "OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!!" Yes, that's how she speaks in all exaggerated manner. Maybe that's just her personality (being a clown), but there's another thing of her that really irritates me. She likes to 'bootlick' everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that's why she's popular among my colleagues now. To them, she's a cheerful, bubbly and super nice girl. I'm fine with her until the time when my colleagues suddenly treated me coldly for no apparent reason. For eg. usually everyday my colleague will ask me if I wanna go down with her to get breakfast, and I'll gladly join her. Now, my colleague asked her instead of me! Why the sudden change?!! And they seemed super close now, even close to the point of going to toilet together (seriously wtf). Not just that, the IA student started to treat me coldly too, not as before when we have common topics to talk about and chat happily. It doesn't take much to see what kind of a person is she, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have no idea what went wrong. I'm pretty sure I never stepped onto their toes, and also it's too straightforward to ask them about this. Later they'll think I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. My colleagues are swooning over her like bees to honey now. I think that's enough to make me irritated, 'cos they are really outcasting me 'cos of her. I'm equally pissed with that IA student as well as my colleagues, because I don't think I deserve this kind of treatment. Reminds me why some humans changes mood like changing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example would be this. Normally me and my colleague will discuss over on msn on what to eat for lunch. Now? I was not in their discussion anymore. Instead, they'll decide the place already and inform me last min, asking me if I'd like to join them for lunch. Huh seriously? Now I'm like the 'third' party of this whole shit? This is absurd. I really dislike my colleagues now, which I never felt that way before that IA student came. They really treated me like a substitute, and they really made me see them in a different light now. I used to think that my malay colleague is a nice person, but it's frightening to know that her mood changes everyday. Sometimes, she'll be nice to me and on other days, she'll treat me invisible. Talk about bitches with mood swings. Who knows she may be talking bad about me behind my back while pretending to be nice to me. Two-faced hypocritical asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully that IA student won't be around after 5 weeks, and maybe that'll make things 'better'. I don't expect them to treat me the way it is before, because that'll make them look bad 'cos they just need me for companion for lunch that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the USS trip today, they totally avoided crossing my path and enjoyed talking among themselves happily, while I've no choice but to join with my other colleague for the whole day. During lunchtime when our whole team sat together in a table, they never spoke to me a single word. I guess I really had enough of their bullshit. Don't think they even give a fuck about how I feel. Can't believe that I can't be compared with someone who only spent 1 month with them, while I've known them for almost 2 years. Maybe they are under some curse spell from that girl. It really befuddled me till now, but I think I shouldn't even be too bothered since they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are times when I tried my best to chat with them during lunch, but their replies are either cold or half hearted. Hence I've been avoiding to lunch out with them recently 'cos it's just so painful sitting down with these assholes who think I owed them a million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been telling myself not to give a fuck about these superficial humans, 'cos it's just not worth it. They are merely colleagues afterall, not friends whom you can confide in. Afterall, it's risky confiding in someone hypocritical who just might backstab you anytime. I've seen a fair share of bitchy colleagues before. I hope they enjoy having each other's accompany while that IA student is still around. I'm glad I still have real friends around me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should consider finding a new job since it's pointless staying in this current job with a bunch of stupid colleagues. Yes, it may not be worth it to quit 'cos of them but I guess I'll have to go sooner or later with my miserable pay. The only thing that's holding me back now is 'cos of my super nice boss. Sighh.. shall end my post here. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-4958686446771721602?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4958686446771721602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=4958686446771721602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4958686446771721602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4958686446771721602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-colleagues-they-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-6005861402606458544</id><published>2011-01-12T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:04:25.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you...</title><content type='html'>So... I'm writing this post with a heavy heart. These few days have been an emotional ride for me and lots of thoughts are running through my mind. Everything still feels sudden to me because I didn't know things would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; turn out this way. Life's so full of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you'll read this, but anyway I just wanna pour out my feelings here. This is going to be a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; wordy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been several days since we've last spoken to each other, or rather broke up. It all started from that petty issue which led to a cold war for a week. Sometimes I really blame my constant mood swings that cause me to feel shitty for the whole day, and you may have felt that I'm abusing it against you. You know what, I don't want to feel this way but mood swings are uncontrollable, just like how addictions are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find this as a lame excuse for lashing out at you for no apparent reason. I admit that I have a short temper, talks rudely to you sometimes and doesn't really spare feelings for you. Whenever we had a quarrel, we'll simply just ignore each other for the rest of the day. You are not the typical type of guy who'll try to pacify or appease the girl no matter if she's right or wrong. Your actions already show it when you always purposely walk behind or far ahead of me. That already happened a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel even much worse when you did this to show as a sign of 'protest', or maybe you just didn't want to conflict with me further. True.. my attitude sucks, but on the other hand, you showed me the same attitude. You can deny that, but I feel that you are just getting back at me. Aren't men suppose to show a bit more graciousness than this? Aren't you as equally as petty as me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known this when we broke up for the first time. You aren't the type of guy who'll take the shorter end of the rod. Funny thing is, we always quarrel over the silliest things one can imagine. Perhaps our personality really clashed 'cos we are both strong headed and stubborn people. I'm not one who'll bow down and apologize first because like I said, I'm strong headed. I'm sorry that you couldn't accept me as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are already tired of this relationship, way even earlier than I thought. I do see that sometimes you tried to give in to me and that maybe I take this for granted. However, I think you haven't realised that sometimes the words you said had unknowingly stepped on my toes. Then I'll show you an attitude and you aren't happy about it, and that's when the cold war starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I demand too high expectations from you. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I remembered you trying hard to quit smoking for my sake and I was really touched by it. I thought you really could do it, but one of those quarrel incidents sparked off and re-ignited your habit of smoking again. I slowly realised that you were smoking behind my back and was really heartbroken when you tried to hide it from me. All those empty talks and promises... I even gave you time to quit this habit and again, you promised me that you will. But it never came true, even after more than 6 months. I don't see the effort in you trying to quit. Instead, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abused&lt;/span&gt; this promise and keep smoking in front of me despite me showing much disapproval. Sometimes, I can see that you are pissed with me when I keep nagging at you to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... have you also spared for my feelings too? I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this. Yeah, I was pretty pissed off by that particular issue when you showed me nasty attitude, and that's how it all began. Usually, my temper doesn't last more than a day but somehow this one made it last longer. I admit that I sound nasty to you in those smses, but do you really expect me to talk to you nicely when I'm still pissed?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I told you not to talk to me for a week and you obediently did so. I guess you don't really understand me, after being together for close to 2 years. I guess I didn't understand you well enough too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls.. it's always hard to comprehend what we are thinking. We don't mean what we say most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when the last straw came. You decided that breakup is best for the both of us. Like I said, probably you are really just tired of me and everything else. But the way you handle this breakup is so irresponsible. Just an sms to call it quits? Didn't hear a word from you after that just one sms. So is this how you broke up with your ex gfs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thoroughly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart still hurts and my eyes are teary, even when I'm typing all these. I doubt I'll ever hear from you again, if that's who you truly are - to shirk all responsibilities of being a real man and trying to pretend as though nothing ever happened and leave me halfway dangling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, hopefully I can grow stronger from this experience. Thank you for once loving me and tolerating me all these while. I know I'm not a good gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6005861402606458544?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6005861402606458544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6005861402606458544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6005861402606458544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6005861402606458544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-you.html' title='To you...'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-4500296639511156829</id><published>2010-12-10T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:39:48.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought I'd just update a little after MIA for so long. Heh.. blogging is a chore, especially when you don't earn income from it like some other bloggers. That's why there's no motivation for me, unless I feel like ranting but even ranting on blog is becoming a troublesome thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally plucked up the courage to do laser treatment for my face today. Suffered acne scars when I was a teenager 'cos I always like to squeeze pimples out of frustration, thus resulted in ugly scars now. The scars have been with me for many years, but I usually cover them up with makeup to avoid embarrassment in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to make an appointment with my doc today and go ahead with the laser treatment.  Cost me about 2K plus for 3 sessions (I bought the package). Honestly, it's a little heartpain for me 'cos I don't know how long I took to save up 2K, and suddenly it's all spent on my fucking face. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole procedure was quite short, but when the laser penetrated into my skin, I kept flinching 'cos it muthafucking hurts despite the numbing cream applied prior to that. OUCH. Especially my forehead and my nose. I trembled a little during the procedure (probably 'cos of the air con) and I kept telling myself to relax and pretend it doesn't hurt. Actually, the sound of the laser is scary too. Luckily the whole thing ended in 5 or 10 mins. Phew. My face burned like hell after awhile and I look like 关公.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really 没脸见人 after that, so I took cab home. Was told not to use cleanser to wash face for 2 days. Erm.. I don't know if that's ok for my oily prone skin though. Right now, the redness of my face has subsided much and it doesn't hurt as much as few hours ago. I guess not much downtime for me. Can't wait after a month 'cos my doc said that's when I can see the improvement on my face. As the saying goes, no pain no gain, so I'll just have to endure 2 more sessions of laser. Ouchhh...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-4500296639511156829?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4500296639511156829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=4500296639511156829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4500296639511156829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4500296639511156829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/12/thought-id-just-update-little-after-mia.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-1455409362402620275</id><published>2010-09-23T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:21:49.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.. haven't been touching this blog of mine for more than a month. I doubt anyone's still reading this space. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so looking forward to HK/Shenzhen trip with bf this October! Gonna shop till I really drop 'cos I haven't been shopping much since ages... And most importantly, the things there are so fucking cheap that I can buy without looking at the price tags. Lol just kidding, of course not. Who knows those cunning people will chop carrot to those tourists like us. I also heard that there are lots of pickpockets and sellers who will give you fake notes. Shocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it's not as bad as I thought. *Prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently no mood to work at all because I'm already switched to holiday mode. Less than a month but I seriously can't wait! Work was kinda slack for now, which is good and bad. Time passes real slow when I've nothing to do and I'm always easily tired and keeps yawning every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm kinda addicted to painting nails with polka dots now lol.. although it's really a pain in the ass when I keep smudging the newly painted nails 'cos I'm a noob at this. Feel like trying DIY french manicure/pedicure too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to start experimenting painting my nails now. *Hops off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1455409362402620275?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1455409362402620275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1455409362402620275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1455409362402620275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1455409362402620275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-3407181354239428778</id><published>2010-08-07T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:28:32.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty.</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been getting all the shits from all sorts of people and I find it ridiculous. I'm sure it's not because of my mood swings that gives me this shit feeling. Take for example today. I only reached home at 8 plus this morning, and sleepy me totally forgot about launching this website that I'm suppose to launch in the early morning on every Saturday. Call it crappy because I absolutely hate waking up so early on every Saturday just to click a button. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because it's part of my job, I have to do it no matter how unwillingly I am. I'm pretty sure that I'm gonna feedback to the boss soon so that they can find a better solution to solve the problem of inefficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having suddenly remembered that I forgot to launch that damn thing, I quickly got up from bed at 10 plus and launch it asap. I thought nobody knew.. well I think some people from the company actually bothered to check the website to see if it's updated. Zzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos my colleague smsed me to ask why I launched the website so late. His tone in the SMS wasn't exactly pleasant, although I know words alone doesn't have tone. I was like WTF? How come he actually know about it? (I just got to know that someone else asked him about it, that's why) Do you know how shitty I feel? Like as if I'm not doing my job well just because I didn't click that damn button on time. Grrr.. feeling pissed off and fed up at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think it's kinda unfair that I'm the only one who's suppose to do this thing every weekend when we have 3 webmasters. Anyway like I said, it's part of my job so I have no choice but to accept the cruel fact, but I'm still displeased with having everything pushed to me. Shouldn't we have an alternate shift thingy? I should have told the boss when he asked if everything's alright at work so far. I should have remembered about this and told him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's alot other shitty issues that I'm having right now which I'm too tired to elaborate. Sigh.. I just want some fair treatment. Is it too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-3407181354239428778?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3407181354239428778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=3407181354239428778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3407181354239428778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3407181354239428778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/08/shitty.html' title='Shitty.'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-6155896723196133421</id><published>2010-07-18T01:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:01:38.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst retail experience. Ever.</title><content type='html'>Ok.. I need to rant this out because I really can't stand the treatment we received from this particular staff at Far East. I so much wanted to STOMP it but too bad I didn't get to take a pic of that fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf and I were randomly walking around at Far East basement level and he noticed this funny looking dustbin with an ash tray on top. Well, I wasn't exactly enthusiastic about it but he is, 'cos he's a smoker. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he seemed interested to buy so we asked the female staff at the counter for the price. He went to look over at this particular dustbin and fiddled a little with the ash tray thingy (maybe he's a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; enthu about it) and suddenly, another guy from the opposite shop (which I presume it's under the same owner) came over and shouted at us loudly to stop! WTF.. we were totally stunned man. He grabbed that thing away and checked if it's spoilt or what, and he seemed so over protective over it like as if it's a 10 thousand years old of ancient treasure. WTF PUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then started to chase us out from the shop and forbid us from looking at his stuffs any further. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF TO THE MAX!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I feel so damn pissed off and thinking about this makes my blood boil. I mean, it's not like we can't afford it if we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; spoil it. It's just a worthless thing that only cost a few tens of dollars. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roll eyes&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, is this how you treat a customer? Seriously, this is the worst experience I've ever encountered from a retail staff. I really should have taken a photo of that ah beng fucker and the shop and post it on the web, so that everyone can boycott that shop forever. I don't expect high class service standard since this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uniquely Singapore&lt;/span&gt;, but seriously this is like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf stared at him back and that fucker kept staring back at us too. He's like itching for a fight. I sincerely hope that his shop will close down or that he'll go jobless/bankrupt forever, and he'll go to the streets everyday begging for food and I'll certainly kick his ass so much that he'll come begging me to kick him to death. Bloody piece of trash. Such an uncouth and bloody retarded person like him should just disintegrate and disappear from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll take photo of that shop the next time I visit Far East again. What a total spoiler for my shopping mood today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6155896723196133421?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6155896723196133421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6155896723196133421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6155896723196133421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6155896723196133421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/07/worst-retail-experience-ever.html' title='Worst retail experience. Ever.'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-3933395071753962397</id><published>2010-07-04T21:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:24:01.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random ramblings.</title><content type='html'>It's been nearly a month since I've updated my blog. Collecting cobwebs and dust already, but I'm still here to post my entry. Hah. I'm just being plain lazy, especially ever since I've started work. It's also been 1 month into my job now and everything was quite alright for now. Most of the time were spent on facebook and other stuffs though. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/TDCNmgYkmJI/AAAAAAAABGM/dRKqc7DES1A/s320/Photo1344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490043638432176274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ignore my passport lookalike pose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fringe has been poking my eyes lately and I know that it's time to do something about it. This pic is previously before I cut my fringe, and now my new fringe looks kuku.. again. Lol.. I've always thought that cutting fringe alone in salon is a waste of money, so I rather do it myself. Too overly confident, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encountered this cheena woman with her son on the train last Saturday. The train wasn't really crowded, and poor boy almost hyperventilated when he saw an empty seat beside me and waved frantically to his mum to sit down. I shall give him some credit for being filial, but I was pissed off when his umbrella knocked onto my knee and it was quite painful ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whether he realized it or not, 'cos if he doesn't, he's just plain dumb. And if he knows it, he's just freaking rude for not saying sorry. He wasn't exactly too young to be ignorant either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So filial boy sat on mama's lap and his mama showed another good example of what it means by being rude. Her arm was dangling with plastic bag and it kept brushing against my leg for several times before I moved slightly closer to another person seated beside me. Damn annoying! Both of them are dumb or what? No wonder there's a saying - "like mother like son".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all.. the woman proceeded to dig her son's ears!! Superrrr grosssssss... I don't dare to look even further 'cos I'm scared that she will flick the dirt towards my face. Eeew -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm too lazy to type more so it shall be an abrupt ending. Lol.. shall go bathe and sleep early tonight for work tomorrow. Zzzz monday blues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-3933395071753962397?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3933395071753962397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=3933395071753962397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3933395071753962397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3933395071753962397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-ramblings.html' title='Random ramblings.'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/TDCNmgYkmJI/AAAAAAAABGM/dRKqc7DES1A/s72-c/Photo1344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-7683505962413360959</id><published>2010-06-10T21:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:12:33.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New phone!</title><content type='html'>Recently I'm addicted to this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQhYctAl-lA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQhYctAl-lA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坐着等你讲故事 你拨弄我的发丝 敷衍了事&lt;br /&gt;昨天我是你的天使 今天吻我却变成例行公事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你刻意在隐瞒什么事 连简单几个字 也懒的解释&lt;br /&gt;我知道我不是个孩子 所以我得不到你给的糖 是或不是&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我对感情很偏食 只靠你的爱 我才可以过日子&lt;br /&gt;你对爱不太诚实 我却忠实 专心被你爱是一种奢侈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我对爱感情很偏执 不靠你的爱 我到最后会心死&lt;br /&gt;承诺是短暂的电池 用完为止&lt;br /&gt;我爱你三个字 已经完全贬值&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't attracted to the song when I listened to it for the first time, but subsequently the chorus sounded quite catchy to me and the lyrics are kinda meaningful too. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, I'm so proud be the first one to get to test the new Samsung Galaxy S way before it was released to the market. Heh heh.. Got to play around with the phone and oh man, I love it a lot!! The phone has a big ass screen that's bigger than iphone! So CHIO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish this darling phone is mine... but it's not. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/TBDj1wxwAPI/AAAAAAAABF0/91zfoGbk1eE/s1600/Photo1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/TBDj1wxwAPI/AAAAAAAABF0/91zfoGbk1eE/s320/Photo1252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481131259276034290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/TBDj2GtDbTI/AAAAAAAABF8/qpC8AUOEe-0/s1600/Photo1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/TBDj2GtDbTI/AAAAAAAABF8/qpC8AUOEe-0/s320/Photo1253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481131265161915698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this phone can seriously fight with iphone4, but iphone4 sounds tempting to me too. I can foresee hordes of people trying to get their hands on iphone4 and then it'll be such a common phone. No idea which phone I should get, but I feel like terminating my current phone contract and just continue using my work phone line. Saves 30 bucks every month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think I'll be getting either phones that soon 'cos I can't possibly use 2 phones at the same time and I can't cancel my personal phoneline yet. And terminating contract means I'll have to pay goodness how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-7683505962413360959?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7683505962413360959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=7683505962413360959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7683505962413360959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7683505962413360959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/06/recently-im-addicted-to-this-song-i.html' title='New phone!'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/TBDj1wxwAPI/AAAAAAAABF0/91zfoGbk1eE/s72-c/Photo1252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-7573661409292482798</id><published>2010-06-01T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:46:56.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of work!</title><content type='html'>Woke up early in the morning at 6 to prepare for the 1st day of work. I'm not excited; it's more like "haiz.. no more sleeping till the noon sun shines my butt". Tempted to take the company transport but was advised not to for my first day, so I obediently went to take train instead. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horrified at the crowd waiting at every station. Think there are at least hundreds of people trying to squeeze into the train and the cabin which I was in was so damn full that one guy's face almost got squashed by the door. Crazy man. Wa lau.. Cannot wait for another train meh. Luckily I manage to chop the corner so that I don't have to keep moving in and out. It was such a terrible experience that I'm glad there's company transport to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the place, went for a brief orientation and was brought around to be introduced to new colleagues. I was fucking shocked to see my ex manager who's in the same department as me!!! Is Singapore damn small or what?! Totally cannot believe there's so much coincidence. Zzzz... I don't really wanna see her 'cos it's not a very nice experience working with her back in my ex ex ex company. The reason why I quit my job is also partly because of her, but that's eons ago so no point bringing it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's no more a manager now in this department and she's quitting soon, thank god. :X Still felt quite awkward when we were having lunch today. Somehow seeing her again reminds me of the horrible working experience back then. Just can't help thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My department is relatively small and there's only 1 working colleague whom I'll be mingling with the most. 2 of them have just quit. The rest are either attachment students or they are seated far away and I don't have anything much to deal with them with regards to my job scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they are still hiring more people and I really hope that there's more new colleagues to chat with, although the guy seated beside me is quite nice and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. looking forward to new challenges in my new job (if there's any)~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-7573661409292482798?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7573661409292482798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=7573661409292482798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7573661409292482798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7573661409292482798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day-of-work.html' title='First day of work!'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-6066211996622183776</id><published>2010-05-20T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:16:56.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say bye bye to slacking life.</title><content type='html'>I've officially found a job~! :) After 8 months of rotting, the day has finally come. Quite impressed with myself for being able to slack for so long. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether I'll be able to adjust my biological clock though, since I've been sleeping so late everyday. I need to start sleeping early soon, if not I'll be feeling so dead the next morning. Easier said than done lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get used to working life soon, but the thought of waking up damn damn early everyday turns me off. That's the price to pay if I wanna get money coming in. No pain, no gain. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to start hunting for clothes for work (it's not an excuse for me to buy clothes). I've looked through my wardrobe and 90% are casual wear. As for the previous working clothes I've worn before, I'm not gonna wear them again. They look obiang to me now. Haha. Actually, I'm not looking for those super formal office wear, but clothes that are versatile enough for me to wear for shopping or to work. It's really not easy to find those type of clothes k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure about the dress code at my new company yet, but I've already planned to wear not so formal wear in my mind already. Oh yeah, and I also need to hunt for new heels. Kinda hate my pointy heels that hurt my feet after a few hours. Omg.. So many things to buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of a relief for me ever since I know that I've secured a job, because I seriously don't wanna stay idle for too long, although some people have the misconceptions that I'm acting like a tai tai. (Ok maybe a bit) Lol.. It's quite nerve wrecking for me as I know that the longer I'm unemployed, the harder it is for me to find a job. I guess some people would die to have my "luxury" life but having experienced this kind of life myself, I'd say having a motivation in life is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say working is a motivation for me since I don't really like working, but seriously, who likes anyway? As long as I know that money will flow into my pockets, that is my motivation. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna start work in less than 2 weeks time! Bye bye to my slacking life~ I'm also craving for an overseas holiday at the end of the year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6066211996622183776?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6066211996622183776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6066211996622183776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6066211996622183776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6066211996622183776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/05/say-bye-bye-to-slacking-life.html' title='Say bye bye to slacking life.'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-3182221359679653438</id><published>2010-05-18T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:25:05.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is shitty.</title><content type='html'>Went for a job interview yesterday at M1, and the location is really far far away! Spent 40 mins on train ride, and then took a bit of time before I managed to find the shuttle bus to hop on to reach my destination. Didn't think that I'd done well for the interview as it ended quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas... the person called me today to sort of make a job offer to me, and just when I thought that I'm finally gonna end my job search, the person told me that they can't offer me my expected salary. I was like "Ok, then lower a bit lor".  The shocking thing was, she said that she can only offer me a pay that's even lower than my previous salary! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 220px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S_JcNrJma_I/AAAAAAAABFM/IR3zjgNSEwg/s320/images%5B1%5D.gif%26t%3D1%26h%3D229%26w%3D220%26usg%3D__B3OFVSYdVPews8GpXIrdyJyI5bQ%3D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472537887199620082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG WTF LAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous salary was already quite low and now, she's telling me that it's even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOWER&lt;/span&gt;?! As much as I wanna accept the job, the pay is definitely NOT appealing to me. So, how to accept?! It's a fresh grad pay, dude! You want me to accept a fresh grad starting pay when I've 2 years of relevant experience pertaining to this job role?! Hello, big company giving stingy pay is like so....?!! This is madness. The working hours wasn't entirely appealing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably I won't be accepting this job, although I've already been jobless for months. I'm like crying inside my heart now. Guess I'm not fated to step into the working world soon. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and not forgetting that I've wasted more than $5 on transport on that day for interview! They should compensate me for that! Arghhhhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-3182221359679653438?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3182221359679653438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=3182221359679653438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3182221359679653438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3182221359679653438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-shitty.html' title='This is shitty.'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S_JcNrJma_I/AAAAAAAABFM/IR3zjgNSEwg/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.gif%26t%3D1%26h%3D229%26w%3D220%26usg%3D__B3OFVSYdVPews8GpXIrdyJyI5bQ%3D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-2226167332129903434</id><published>2010-04-30T01:42:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:21:17.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck off bitch.</title><content type='html'>I'm super duper pissed off with those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deadbuyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I've never met such an irresponsible and inconsiderate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deadbuyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like this person. Like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh. The story goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up a selling post on sites to sell my items online, so people will comment and reply that they are interested to buy. This particular person, whom I shall name as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;, commented last week and negotiated to $3 lower than the original price. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. $3 off for a brand new clothing is so ridiculous! I politely replied to say it's not possible, and she proceeded to confirm the deal at $1 lower than the original price and also asked me to reserve the item for her till next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really wanna do reservation because the probability of her backing out of the deal is very high, given the high percentage of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deadbuyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; online nowadays. But she double assured me that she won't back out, so I agreed, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I added that I'll pass the item to someone else if that person can offer the original price of $26.&lt;/span&gt; (Remember that she asked for $1 lower than the original price)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are some other interested buyers, and one of them asked for the same price as that bitch, but remembering that I agreed to the reservation, I rejected the offer. I could have just sold off that item to the person but I didn't. To confirm that the bitch is really sincere about the deal, I emailed her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just wanna ask that you're already confirming this piece right? Because  there's another interested buyer. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; confirming it at 25mailed. =)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third buyer came along and expressed interest, and she doesn't mind paying for the original price stated. I thought the deal was confirmed, so I emailed back to the bitch to tell her that I'll be selling the item off to someone else since she's able to offer higher price. However, I'll still inform her if the deal falls through. She replied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and told me to inform her if deal falls through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Suay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enough, the person who offered the deal went MIA after awhile. She's also another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;deadbuyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I shall not comment much since the focus is on this bitch. So, I emailed back to the bitch to tell her that the item is still available due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;deadbuyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and asked if she's still interested. She said yes, but she's still asking for a lower price. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tamade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Keep on haggling like no business. Already told her NO and she still keeps asking. She thinks she's buying fish from the market?! I firmly told her no, and the lowest price I could go is the price which she quoted herself, which is $1 off from the original price. She herself confirmed the deal of $25 in the first place, not me, and yet she's still bargaining even further. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she told me she's gonna pass the deal 'cos she's not interested anymore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right?!!!! She thinks it's fun to waste my time ah. Nb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to email back to the second interested buyer to ask if she's still interested but she replied that she had already spent the budget on other stuffs. I could have sold the item to her during that time if that bitch hasn't reserved it in the first place!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed off with the bitch, so I emailed her back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hi, I've reserved for you till now and you said you are passing? By  right I'd have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sold off this top to another person but now, she'd  already spent the budget with another stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for wasting my  time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bitch replied me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hi, to be fair, I was going to pay for it On Wednesday but you told me  you were selling it off to someone else instead. And so I too spent my  money with other sellers who were more than willing to let go their  pieces with better deals. I'm sorry if you think it's my fault since I  didn't expect that buyer of yours to not pay up. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a load of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;!! Furthermore she's not even feeling apologetic about it. That's why she's such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied back to her again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If I remember correctly, I emailed to you on Wednesday to say that the  top is still available and you replied that you are still interested, so  it's still considered a deal. But you keep on bargaining for better  price, and I saw that others who are selling this same top even  specified non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and they are selling the same or higher price than  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, if you are not interested anymore it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No  need to explain or reply to me anymore.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with her is that she said she's still interested only yesterday, but today she just said she'll pass?! Even if I didn't tell her that I'll pass the item to someone else, the fucking stupid excuse she gave that she'd spent the money on other better buys doesn't even justify at all. 'Cos she still told me that she's interested on Wednesday!!! I could have wrote harsher words but I decided to be kind to this retarded kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just a freaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;deadbuyer and a giam peng asshole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If she doesn't have money in the first place, then she shouldn't confirm the deal or even reserve the item at all. What a total waste of my time. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she'll go bankrupt so that she won't have money to buy clothes to cover her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;fugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ass. Idiots like her really spoil my day. I'm normally used to deadbuyers but this one is the worst of all. Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-2226167332129903434?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2226167332129903434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=2226167332129903434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2226167332129903434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2226167332129903434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-off-bitch.html' title='Fuck off bitch.'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-1944541944273751565</id><published>2010-04-25T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:09:24.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently I'm addicted to this game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bored.com/game/play/150823/Space_Ball_Cosmo_Dude.html"&gt;http://www.bored.com/game/play/150823/Space_Ball_Cosmo_Dude.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the name of the website already tells how bored I am. Lol.. and I'm so proud of myself for getting the highest score among all the players from other countries. Hehe... can see the tiny Singapore flag icon beside my nick on the scoreboard. Muwahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, bored people are like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1944541944273751565?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1944541944273751565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1944541944273751565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1944541944273751565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1944541944273751565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/04/recently-im-addicted-to-this-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-5268072496980446622</id><published>2010-04-21T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:33:20.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah.. I accidentally deleted the banner image stored in my photobucket so I'm now using another one to replace it. Lazy to redo the banner. I feel like I'm going to abandon my blog soon anyway. Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday spent quite a bomb on online shopping, but retail therapy really rocks. It's sort of a good way to de-stress and also fulfil my temptation of shopping. Shopping is so addictive! I need to curb myself now 'cos I've been spending too much, but at least I manage to sell off some of my clothes online to recoup part of my losses. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, an online seller didn't reply to any of my emails after I've made payment and I was worried sick. Usually I'm not that worried but this seller was blacklisted before, but I didn't know it beforehand. Normally my mails will arrive within 2 days but this time, the mail didn't reach me even after 4 days. So.. how can I not be paranoid?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then got her number through a person from a forum and sms-ed her about it. She did reply saying that she'd already mailed my item out. I was still skeptical about it 'cos she didn't even inform me first without me asking. I'd even thought of her as a scammer. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, she explained that she did send me an email of notification but I swear I didn't receive any of it. Anyway, I finally received my item and the matter is resolved. I'm glad that I don't have to go through even more complicated stuff than that. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I still sold off that item to another person 'cos the top is too big for me. Hahaha. What a waste of time. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, AMK Kbox is like abusing their air-con as though their air-con is free of charge. Went there on last Sunday and the moment I stepped into the room, I was already shivering like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.. I feel like I'm living in North Pole, and the worst is, I didn't bring any jacket with me. My voice even trembled the entire 3 hours. I think they are just trying to chase customers on time without them lifting a finger. Tmd. It's really ridiculously cold lor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S I can't wait for all my loots to come in the mailbox~~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5268072496980446622?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5268072496980446622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5268072496980446622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5268072496980446622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5268072496980446622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/04/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-2598777713578275487</id><published>2010-04-12T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:35:07.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH!!! I'm seriously getting irritated by those construction noises around my house area. I can ALWAYS hear it early in the morning and even now for almost everyday. Fuck off man. I'm getting migraine sooner or later. 鸡蛋炒鸭蛋!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encountered this weird middle aged guy who was with his family while I was walking home one day. I was walking behind them, and his family was chatting except him. Then, he kept turning his back and looked at me for a quick glance. Initially I didn't feel anything strange or what, but when he turned and looked at me again, I was like wtf? I'm certain that there's nobody behind me and that he's looking at me. The third time happened again and I gave him a cold hard stare and he quickly looked away. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIAO DINGDONG&lt;/span&gt;. He never see chio bu before is it. I wanna overtake them but the four of them were blocking the whole pathway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they were heading towards the same way as me, so almost throughout my whole journey I was walking behind them. Sickening. Imagine a balding lao tiko giving you weird glances everytime.. so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EEEEW&lt;/span&gt;. When I almost finally reached my home, we went separate ways and I was already far away from them but I could still see that pervert looking at me again!! Sick or what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to look for jobs online but to no avail... I even went to search for jobs from many  other different industries but not even one interest me. I'm trying hard not to be picky but I'm just trying to avoid landing myself in a job that I will quit within a few months. Have been contemplating of opening an online shop for ages but no one is there to help me. Zzzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-2598777713578275487?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2598777713578275487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=2598777713578275487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2598777713578275487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2598777713578275487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/04/ugh-im-seriously-getting-irritated-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-4771993678753238374</id><published>2010-04-03T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:47:11.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One funny Facebook message</title><content type='html'>Received this FB message just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S7ddGFdTgSI/AAAAAAAABFE/J7uypHojePo/s1600/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S7ddGFdTgSI/AAAAAAAABFE/J7uypHojePo/s320/hahaha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455931832708333858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA... Don't know why but I find it funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't think it's a spam mail 'cos he also sent a friend request to me although I didn't accept it. Sometimes I wonder how do strangers from other parts of the world get to view my profile when both of us have no mutual friends? And I don't think the person got my FB profile through this blog 'cos not many people read here. I've exactly no idea how Facebook works. Anyway, I don't really use Facebook except just checking for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And judging from the look of his photo, I assume he's from Africa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lolol.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-4771993678753238374?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4771993678753238374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=4771993678753238374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4771993678753238374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4771993678753238374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-funny-facebook-message.html' title='One funny Facebook message'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S7ddGFdTgSI/AAAAAAAABFE/J7uypHojePo/s72-c/hahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-4560153514331451672</id><published>2010-04-02T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:05:26.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently just realized that I lost quite a lot of weight. Previously, my weight was 41.5 kg but now I'm weighing at 39 kg. Zzz.. I didn't expect my weight to fluctuate so drastically over a period of few months 'cos my weight has always been quite constant. I think my life is screwed up lately. I slept at 5 or 6am everyday and had irregular meals. I think that's why my body weight dropped. I want it back to normal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/span&gt; show late at night one day and I was grossed out by this "flesh-eating bacteria" that they were mentioning in the show. A woman who came to the show talked about her close encounter with death over this deadly bacteria that "eats" up her flesh gradually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talked about how she was in the kitchen cutting up some veg and accidentally cut herself on her right finger. She didn't bother too much and just briefly washed the wound. Few hours later, she felt feverish and her right arm felt like it was going to drop off. By the time she was sent to the hospital, her right arm needs to be amputated and half of her ribcage flesh was already "eaten" up. She even exposed her right ribcage to the audience and I can see her bones and organs lor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omfg gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard of such deadly bacteria before. I just now tried to google the words "flesh eating bacteria" and the images that appear make me wanna puke out my 10 years worth of food. I mean the images are really disgusting. I don't know if there's such cases in Singapore, but hopefully not. I think the most important thing is to wash your hands frequently to prevent any deadly bacteria from invading your body anytime. Sooo scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; I didn't realize today is Good Friday until yesterday! Haha.. I think non employed ppl like me won't bother about public holidays. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-4560153514331451672?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4560153514331451672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=4560153514331451672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4560153514331451672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4560153514331451672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/04/recently-just-realized-that-i-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-2298462643835362327</id><published>2010-03-29T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:50:17.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the career fair at Suntec on Saturday. Phew.. luckily the crowd wasn't huge, if not I think I'll just go off without looking around. Nothing much actually.. I just browse around and see what are the available jobs from different companies. Only those people whose booths aren't that popular will come and approach me. I find it funny that a guy from this insurance company (Starts with 'P') didn't even introduce himself where he's from, and I have to look at his namecard carefully before I knew it. I assume he didn't want people to know which company he's from, in case people just run off after hearing it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to fill up a survey form, and I saw this particular option which gets me puzzled. The option was asking which industry I'm more interested to work in. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eg. Banking, IT, Engineering etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this an application to be insurance agent? What's with that option? Are they trying to hoodwink people into believing that they supply those type of jobs too? Anyway, I just gave a fake hp no. 'cos I don't wanna be bombarded with nuisance calls. I didn't wanna just leave after knowing that it's an insurance company. Later make him embarrassed. I'm such a kind hearted person. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I'm still struggling to find out what kind of jobs I'm interested in. Admin? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;.  Sales? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;.  Retail? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;.  IT? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope not.&lt;/span&gt;  Tourism? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe. I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;  Graphic design? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Initially wanted to, but I gave up the idea. &lt;/span&gt;After reading on forums about design industry, it makes me wanna give up all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's only up to me to decide what suits me best. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm trying... and I'm still am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this movie at Eng Wah on the same day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S7C3UqMrTiI/AAAAAAAABE8/7UOsDPy1rCc/s320/hot-to-train-your-dragon%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454060714298396194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch it in 3D, but the CGI is already damn good. The story is great too, although initially I didn't really thought of watching this movie. The black dragon in the movie behaves like a puppy. Cute or what! I think it's a nice watch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I think Suntec Eng Wah has damn comfortable seats! I don't usually go there but it shall be in my consideration next time. I think it's so much better than the seats in Film Garde. So hard and stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next animation movie that I wanna watch would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;. I heard that it's the final episode. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw this trailer video on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avatar II&lt;/span&gt; (which is not official but just a parody) before they removed it on Youtube. It's quite funny. Call me mountain tortoise 'cos I haven't watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt; yet. Maybe I shall try to find it online to watch. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-2298462643835362327?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2298462643835362327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=2298462643835362327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2298462643835362327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2298462643835362327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/03/went-to-career-fair-at-suntec-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S7C3UqMrTiI/AAAAAAAABE8/7UOsDPy1rCc/s72-c/hot-to-train-your-dragon%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-5781955441225374422</id><published>2010-03-22T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:46:12.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at the crossroad all of a sudden, or rather I should say, I'm always at the crossroad of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt;. Been thinking seriously about my career path for the past few days, and I feel that somehow IT is not gonna be my ultimate career path in future. It's not my interest or passion, so I don't see why I have to force myself to stick with that forever. I'm not saying IT is not good, because with IT qualifications, there's actually quite a lot of jobs to choose from. I don't mind doing something related to IT, but definitely not something that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt; related. Aiya, I don't know. So hard to find a job that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling frustrated and dejected over this 'cos I don't know what I wanna do. It seems like everyone knows what they want except me. It's like I don't have an aim in life, although I really do wish I have one, at least. Gotta seriously find jobs now asap, because I don't wanna be stuck in nowhere forever. Easier said than done though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the past interviews that I'd went were all futile. I thought I'd have a good chance in getting the job for my previous recent interview 'cos the interviewer gave me false hopes. Never mind, I don't really like that job actually, because I never really thought of whether I'll like that job or not in the first place, but now I know that I don't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I hope I can find a brand new interesting job that will keep me motivated for work everyday. (Yeah right, so hard to find lor) The most difficult part would be exploring what I really want. Hurhur. Sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5781955441225374422?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5781955441225374422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5781955441225374422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5781955441225374422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5781955441225374422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-at-crossroad-all-of-sudden-or-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-4527127873590378234</id><published>2010-03-12T16:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T06:44:22.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; a few days ago and I think it's kinda nice. I love all the cute characters and some of the dialogues in the movie 'cos they made me laugh. Actually, I can't remember much of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;'s story when I read it during my childhood. Somehow, I think they twisted the movie plot to change into another different ending. Anyway, I think that the Red Queen is funny, albeit evil. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off With Their Heads....!&lt;/span&gt;" Lol.. She's so obsessed with heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that the person who acted as Red Queen in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; also acted as Bellatrix Lestrange in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; movies. Omg... Why she's always acting as a lunatic person. Lol.. I guess it suits her. Ok, her real name is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helena Bonham Carter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got this evil look in her face. No wonder the characters that she played are all devilish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S5oDeYJrDkI/AAAAAAAABEU/gNweIYBxUTs/s320/helena_bonham_carter%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447670519672016450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Queen. Big and bulbous head. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S5oDe3LxGFI/AAAAAAAABEc/3Q2jbsiAkpM/s320/red-queen_1750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447670528002299986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this.... Bellatrix Lestrange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S5oDfZerW0I/AAAAAAAABEk/opm66P4p9s4/s320/bellatrix3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447670537208421186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All look so different can! &lt;/span&gt;Ok la, I still can spot her distinctive sharp chin. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne Hathaway&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S5oGfg5z7nI/AAAAAAAABEs/vqMYlh5Weiw/s320/Anne-Hathaway-as-White-Queen%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447673837736160882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt; too! Oh ya, I lub the Chesire Cat.. Hahaha so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S5oIRrnujGI/AAAAAAAABE0/-TDqak4ZudU/s320/alice-in-wonderland-cat%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447675799118187618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about the movie. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received a dress from the mail which I bought online but too bad it doesn't really suit me. It's suppose to be for office wear, but I think I won't be wearing office clothes for the time being yet. I'm selling some of my clothes which I've never worn before to earn back some money. At least, I can recoup a bit of my losses from buying clothes that I've never worn. Yeah, what a waste of money.. and time. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-4527127873590378234?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4527127873590378234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=4527127873590378234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4527127873590378234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4527127873590378234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/03/watched-alice-in-wonderland-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S5oDeYJrDkI/AAAAAAAABEU/gNweIYBxUTs/s72-c/helena_bonham_carter%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-6028518526920384418</id><published>2010-03-09T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:18:17.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember that I talked about watching Jack Neo's latest movie "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being Human&lt;/span&gt;" in my previous post, and right after a few days, the scandal surfaced. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;. I can't believe that the girl involved in the recent Jack Neo's scandal acted in the movie. So unexpected and shocking. She seems so ordinary looking that no people will bother to look at her twice. Why would anyone wanna f*** her? LOL... Ok, maybe only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. Oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that there's around 11 people involved in the scandal so far, or maybe even more... Well done, Jack. Can fight with Tiger Woods already. I think he should change his name to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack-off&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack-ass&lt;/span&gt;". Hahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oops I did it again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this funny video online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5wuSZc7IEc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5wuSZc7IEc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6028518526920384418?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6028518526920384418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6028518526920384418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6028518526920384418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6028518526920384418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/03/remember-that-i-talked-about-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-4670904245602541513</id><published>2010-03-07T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:11:11.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to attend another interview a few days ago.. Yeah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; interview. I'm already feeling quite sick of that, but still must go la... Well, at least the location is so much convenient compared to some ulu industrial places which I need to find and look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went pretty well, but somehow the job scope is some sort of similar to my previous job. I'm really worried that if I'm hired, the same shitty stuff will happen again. The team is very small; only 3 people in a department and all guys. It kinda reminds me of my ex company somehow. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's better compared to 3 aunties in my ex department right? Don't know la.. I'm trying not to think so much about it 'cos I'm not even selected/confirmed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to catch a movie with Doris on last Friday! Been ages since I've seen her, so it's sort of a once in a blue moon meetup. :) Lol.. We watched this movie called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being Human&lt;/span&gt;" starring Mark Lee &amp;amp; Nono. I find some parts of the movie are really quite lame, the usual type of comedy which Jack Neo is always good at. Nonetheless, it still cracks me up a little. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waraku&lt;/span&gt; for our dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S5PRx4Y6riI/AAAAAAAABEE/NfRZ5Om_36I/s320/Photo0859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445927029301751330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S5PSRk41h2I/AAAAAAAABEM/c0uLKSRBPsw/s320/Photo0858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445927573822736226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she wanna take photo before leaving. Lolol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S5PQpdKC-5I/AAAAAAAABD8/s1adsaS5z28/s320/100_1860.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445925785041042322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around Orchard and I was suppose to shop for clothes but didn't fancy any. I wanted to try one top at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zara&lt;/span&gt; but was feeling too lazy to queue up to try the fitting. After reaching home, I suddenly felt a bit regretful 'cos I was suppose to buy some clothes! Felt empty when I didn't buy anything. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Orchard today again to search for more clothes. Haha.. spotted one lady wearing the top that I wanted to try at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zara&lt;/span&gt; and I thought she looks quite good in it, so I went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zara&lt;/span&gt; again to look for that top. Argh... I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; disappointed when I went to 2 of the outlets and both didn't have S size. Tmd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I asked one of the sales assistants if there's any other outlets that have my size, but all she replied was "I dunno". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wtf&lt;/span&gt;. The least she could do was to help me call and check right. I didn't bother to ask her anymore, 'cos I sort of gave up the idea of buying. Really pek chek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ION&lt;/span&gt; later and try my luck there for the last time. Finally found my size!!! Alas, my happiness is shortlived. The 2 tops with S size had obvious defects...!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wtf &lt;/span&gt;again. Both tops have sleeves with bursting holes, which I believe are caused by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; people who think they are skinny and trying to fit in the top they couldn't fit in. Grrrrr.... Mad pissed off. I can't believe I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; unlucky.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna leave empty handed and I'm really 不甘愿, so I decided to buy it no matter what. Tsk tsk. 老娘 die die must buy and no one can stop me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muwahaha&lt;/span&gt;... Call me impulsive but I don't think I regretted my decision, although I need to sew up the holes by myself. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I still have tons of things to buy in my list. Zzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-4670904245602541513?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4670904245602541513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=4670904245602541513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4670904245602541513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4670904245602541513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/03/went-to-attend-another-interview-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S5PRx4Y6riI/AAAAAAAABEE/NfRZ5Om_36I/s72-c/Photo0859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-6330644041344809198</id><published>2010-03-04T23:50:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:39:20.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting, Day 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up quite early to prepare going to the theme park! We'd actually wanted to go on the first day, but there are several rides that weren't available so we went on the next day instead. However, we were informed that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spaceshot&lt;/span&gt; and some other rides won't be open but still decided to go ahead. Go to genting of course must play theme park right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, first photo taken at the theme park with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tabby the Tiger Mascot&lt;/span&gt;. Gosh, I feel like a little kid all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_ZSaFEWwI/AAAAAAAABBc/tdq62KDp8dc/s320/Photo0814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444809384775670530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look like I have a kid's face in this photo. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_d8y2PtJI/AAAAAAAABB0/3k58mHnm5zk/s320/Photo0822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444814511025403026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried a lot of rides on that day, including the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spaceshot&lt;/span&gt; which was supposedly closed but turned out that the ride was open after we came back from lunch! Omg... I didn't wanna sit on that freaking ride because it looks damn scary. In the end, I still tried. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the outdoor rides we tried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pirate Ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Spinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cyclone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Flying Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Corkscew&lt;/span&gt; (2nd scariest ride in my opinion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Go Kart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DinosaurLand&lt;/span&gt; (I love feeding the koi fishes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tea Cup&lt;/span&gt; (Freaking hate it. Makes me giddy like hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Flying Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Pirate Train&lt;/span&gt; (Dumbest ride ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Spaceshot&lt;/span&gt; (Scariest but also the most shiok ride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Matahari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Flying Coaster&lt;/span&gt; (Different roller coaster experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos are taken while riding on the Matahari (ferris wheel) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_tXHViP9I/AAAAAAAABCc/Kf7i_TsITtQ/s320/Photo0833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444831455876366290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corkscrew&lt;/span&gt; ride at the far background. Looks quite harmless but actually quite scary lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_tWskaHkI/AAAAAAAABCU/8_fNNkf5emQ/s320/Photo0832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444831448690990658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_tRL7oKjI/AAAAAAAABCM/pG81sT7UE_M/s320/Photo0831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444831354030664242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_tQmOPyhI/AAAAAAAABCE/K4XEPhAA01w/s320/Photo0829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444831343908211218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I miss Genting's weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_tQP-HJjI/AAAAAAAABB8/FJbb6Z6yUs4/s320/Photo0828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444831337934956082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the crazy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spaceshot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;that we rode on&lt;/span&gt;. There's this adrenaline rush when I was shot up rapidly all the way up and coming down fast again. Saw on the website that it's 185 feet in height, which means it's around 56 metres. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omfgggg....!!!&lt;/span&gt; I can't believe I sat on that ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_unMNDJZI/AAAAAAAABCk/s7Uf2cMnjSU/s320/Photo0844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444832831572485522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spaceshot&lt;/span&gt;, I spotted this Arab woman playing the ride with her face almost fully covered except for her eyes. Her boyfriend was like trying to see her expression but obviously failed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epic fail&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lol..&lt;/span&gt; Don't know why but there's a lot of Arab women in Genting, and with their boyfriends. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I also saw this Arab woman playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go-Kart&lt;/span&gt; and it's so damn freaking funny to see the photographer trying to take photos of everyone on the ride except her because she's masked. Weird lor. Mwahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also not forgetting that we tried this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flying Coaster&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 220px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_yHBWsjgI/AAAAAAAABCs/W8PrwO9Jnvg/s320/flyingc%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444836676950855170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_yz_N7TuI/AAAAAAAABC0/6bZfyhizZ-g/s320/Malaysia%2B245%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444837449471315682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda scary actually. Imagine lying down flat and going down the slope at fast speed and turning 360 degrees. I think can fight with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corkscrew&lt;/span&gt; ride already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the archery but I didn't play that, only Sam did. Too tired &amp;amp; sleepy already, but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spaceshot &lt;/span&gt;ride totally woke me up after that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_2ahUMIPI/AAAAAAAABC8/KVyOeTrVLBs/s320/Photo0834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444841409994301682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a break by having lunch at this Vietnamese Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_3hX6hBNI/AAAAAAAABDU/mazqmQR0iVQ/s320/Photo0838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444842627241411794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_3g0TDIDI/AAAAAAAABDM/5XMCSFOJAdE/s320/Photo0841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444842617680633906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass noodles with seafood. Not very nice 'cos there's lots of onions in the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_3gZBBynI/AAAAAAAABDE/6vOoSSlCPUU/s320/Photo0842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444842610357291634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued playing the rides at the theme park after our lunch. We also tried some of the indoor theme park rides like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumper car&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Euro Express&lt;/span&gt; but regretted not trying  the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4D Motion Master &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Monorail.&lt;/span&gt; Grrrr..  so little time to finish all the rides within a day. Wasted man, 'cos we had bought the all  package in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reindeer ride&lt;/span&gt; in the indoor park. Slow like snail.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_5XruQDMI/AAAAAAAABDc/IzahF7Q_8TQ/s320/Photo0846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444844659783240898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sole of my shoes suddenly split apart while walking halfway and I've to buy a  new pair to replace them. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a whole day in the theme park, I was already damn shagged and tired. We still went to try rock climbing after that! Omg faintss.. I gave up after a short while because my energy was already fully depleted. Well, at least I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to KFC for dinner but I didn't eat 'cos I was still quite full. Wah lau.. I saw a tray on another table with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 pieces of chicken meat left intact&lt;/span&gt;, except that all the skin was peeled off. Wtf.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what a waste of food&lt;/span&gt;!!! What the hell is the person who was eating thinking?! Fancy leaving the meat there while just eating only the skin? That person should be sent to Africa for wasting food. What an idiot. I feel pity for the 3 chickens, 'cos they were sacrificed for nothing. I actually wanted to take the photo of the meat but a bit paisei 'cos there were other people around. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;we went to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nowWorld&lt;/span&gt;. I was practically dragging my tired feet all the way lor. Already feeling like a dead corpse but didn't wanna waste the tickets so we went. It didn't turn out as fun as I thought it should be. I even hurt my bum while trying the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toboggan slide. &lt;/span&gt;Ouch. Hurts like hell man. Only stayed there shortly 'cos I just wanna go back to the hotel and rest. Zzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to go bowling after our rest, but we reached at the bowling alley too late as they are closing soon. In the end, we wasted our ticket for bowling. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last meal at Genting. 2 cute fishcakes saying goodbye to me. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4_9aHRHeVI/AAAAAAAABDk/Kp976sbkT7k/s320/Photo0856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444849099583486290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the whole trip was quite fun and relaxing. I'm now missing the cold weather there terribly, as I'm typing all these in my hot stuffy room. 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Lol.. Short term memory problem. Freaking tired now as I've not had a single day of good night rest at Genting because of the cold weather, but I'll try to blog as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after taking the midnight coach to Genting, we reached there damn early in the morning at around 7am and we thought we'd have to wait till 3pm before checking in. Fortunately, we somehow didn't have to wait &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; long and checked in at around 8am plus. Woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An overview of the Genting Highlands. OMG I love the weather there~~!! 24hrs of air conditioned room feeling. Shiokness. Coming back to SG is like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;torture&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46OvcLoOeI/AAAAAAAAA_k/TIE7bswe_Kc/s320/Photo0764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444445945207470562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have early breakfast at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marrybrown&lt;/span&gt; before checking in. The rice was sticky and the chicken was breast meat. UGH I HATE BREASTS!!!! Fucking dry and hard. Overall, the food wasn't nice. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46OwODjfzI/AAAAAAAAA_s/oSxQUYV-WUQ/s320/Photo0765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444445958595378994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to Theme Park Hotel to put our bags in our room after that. We wanted to go to casino first initially, but the guard didn't allow bags. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenery outside taken from the hotel lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46RvZgX5nI/AAAAAAAAA_0/fpkGGfV2omc/s320/Photo0766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444449243024057970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46Rv5T8iAI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Xhp8_lhlm8Y/s320/Photo0773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444449251561867266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet.. Clean and spacious. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46SizFGKlI/AAAAAAAABAM/x3Gd5COWr6o/s320/Photo0795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444450126062299730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring in the toilet. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S465zc9SKfI/AAAAAAAABBM/Evf5nZtnRGI/s320/Photo0799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444493293135210994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room. I kinda miss it now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46SiaiZ73I/AAAAAAAABAE/LSoBXfvKYfk/s320/Photo0794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444450119474343794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rested for awhile before going to the casino. Yeah I can't wait to gamble. LOL.. I was even checked twice by the security guards lor. Wtf.. Do I really look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; underage?! I don't know whether I should feel happy or pissed off. Happy because they think I look young; pissed off because they are wasting my time to take out my IC. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted playing the slot machines because ultimately, I lost in the end. Argh.. the machines are all rigged to make people lose lor. I knew it yet I still played. Dumb me. Never mind, I didn't invest a lot in that anyway. Played big-small but I didn't have any gambling luck on that day at all. Psst.. Sickening. Lost all my chips in the end. Boohoo... Lost about 40 RM in total. Ok la not much. It was just a small '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;investment&lt;/span&gt;'. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place reeked of thick cigar smell! Gross.. I can't even breathe properly and I didn't have any luck anyway.. so we didn't stay there for very long. Why the fuck do they let smokers smoke in an air conditioned place?! They should totally ban smoking inside the casino. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have early dinner at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt; later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look damn shag in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46wbbc_SeI/AAAAAAAABAU/AN4lk_8sfQ8/s320/Photo0778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444482984809810402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us waiting for very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longgggg&lt;/span&gt; for our food to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46wcKlKW5I/AAAAAAAABAk/xo-nKETLlcA/s320/Photo0781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444482997460556690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46wbg3CpOI/AAAAAAAABAc/7Mhyz9OYJyU/s320/Photo0780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444482986261259490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special button for ordering and billing. Felt like spamming the call button. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46xFnu3xxI/AAAAAAAABBE/fW3iwEp0Fe0/s320/Photo0788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444483709660546834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the food finally came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prawn aglio olio. Taste like shit, seriously. The worst aglio olio I've ever eaten. The spaghetti wasn't springy and oily as it should be, but rather it's kinda soggy and taste like dunno what shit. I can cook much better than this lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46wc34XFII/AAAAAAAABA0/0jIpTz96Uso/s320/Photo0784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444483009620677762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His chicken meatball spaghetti. Also taste like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46wctZwwwI/AAAAAAAABAs/NIYT0IA-BR4/s320/Photo0783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444483006807982850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood platter. 2 sotong rings, 2 prawn fritters and some fries. Pathetic serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46xFNDxlvI/AAAAAAAABA8/RYxiJz5psYE/s320/Photo0786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444483702500464370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I feel that the cooks there don't really have the heart to cook nicely. Paying crappy prices for crappy food isn't worth it at all. Besides that, somehow I think that the restaurant food prices there are cheaper compared to food court's. So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to the hotel to rest for awhile before going to the casino again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S467KT4aGkI/AAAAAAAABBU/4ECtLRO_B_Q/s320/Photo0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444494785347459650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I just wanna win back the money I lost, but in the end we  lost even more. Can't recoup our losses. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up for day 1, nothing much. Will blog about Day 2 soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-4078069670344361514?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4078069670344361514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=4078069670344361514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4078069670344361514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4078069670344361514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/03/genting-day-1.html' title='Genting, Day 1'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S46OvcLoOeI/AAAAAAAAA_k/TIE7bswe_Kc/s72-c/Photo0764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-5392097613173112575</id><published>2010-02-27T22:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:21:19.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching Entertainment Tonight on TV few days ago on a very late night because I couldn't sleep at all. Saw this shocking news about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Attacks&lt;/span&gt;, whereby an owner's chimpanzee named Travis ripped off her friend's face! It was damn shocking to see how her face'd turned out after the frenzied attack. There wasn't a face; no eyes, no nose, no lips and she even lost her arm and fingers. My heart goes to the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may have survived this ordeal, but I think it takes a whole lot of courage to live on. Apparently, she even appeared on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/span&gt; show to talk about her traumatizing experience and revealed her awfully disfigured face. Kudos to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1226985/Woman-face-torn-crazed-chimp-speaks-time.html" target="_blank"&gt;The whole story can be read here&lt;/a&gt; or watch this extremely graphic &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpDeIKrwjAg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (Initially wanted to embed the video here, but the face of the woman is too scary to be shown.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was me, I really don't know what I'd do. I don't think I even have the willpower to live anymore lor. Her friend, who's the owner of the chimp and kept it as a domestic pet, even slept and bathed with him everyday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siao&lt;/span&gt; or what?! I somehow feel that she felt more upset for her dead chimp rather than for her friend when the reporters were interviewing her. Crazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm packing my things for Genting tomorrow~~! Woohoo... finally a short getaway from the scorching &amp;amp; humid weather in Singapore. Because of the stupid weather, I've been getting sick so often that I'm really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; of it. Although it's only for a few days, at least it's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning back from Genting, I've got an interview to attend on the next day which I'm not looking forward to. Ugh... sick of interviews man. I just hate the feeling of talking formally and face to face with a stranger. Ok, I don't even wanna talk about it.. later spoil my mood for my trip. Lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5392097613173112575?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5392097613173112575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5392097613173112575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5392097613173112575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5392097613173112575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-watching-entertainment-tonight-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-5033754719493293636</id><published>2010-02-25T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:34:52.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a terrible sore throat and flu this morning, and I already anticipated it from last night. I even had a toothache.. damn.. what a bad day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that happened recently ain't making me any better, and I really feel like one shitty person. I don't even feel like talking to anyone now, just wanna be alone for awhile. I don't know why I feel like crying, yet I don't have the urge to cry. It's a very complicated and ironic feeling. Maybe feeling sick can actually make me feel that way. I'm very vulnerable, or rather emo whenever I fell sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I hope fever won't come and look for me. I'm already feeling rotten as it is. I also don't need someone to piss me off further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4VSeO2MylI/AAAAAAAAA_c/PcUn_DWTk54/s320/Valentines-Day-Movie-Poster-2-valentines-day-2010-9477295-450-681%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441846404082092626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually watch this type of movie, but surprisingly it's quite good.. and hilarious. A very light hearted show with many famous actors and actresses, made up of several mini stories of each individual couple and how some people turn out to become couples in the end. I think Jessica Alba is a bit "extra" in the movie. Lol.. and the gay part near the end was quite unexpected. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5033754719493293636?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5033754719493293636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5033754719493293636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5033754719493293636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5033754719493293636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/02/having-terrible-sore-throat-and-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S4VSeO2MylI/AAAAAAAAA_c/PcUn_DWTk54/s72-c/Valentines-Day-Movie-Poster-2-valentines-day-2010-9477295-450-681%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-3344748411787975593</id><published>2010-02-21T21:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T03:54:08.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew.. CNY festive period is finally 'over' (I know there's 15 days), 'cos I hate CNY. I don't go visiting, and CNY is all about house visiting! Wtf. Somemore my birthday clashed near the CNY and I can't go anywhere, not even shopping or whatever. Bleh, so utterly boring. Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to HT's place for mahjong and daidee session couple of days ago. Omg, his room is like a suana 'cos his aircon is spoilt and even 2 fans couldn't stop me from perspiring. Haha.. that's how hot his room is. We played mahjong for awhile before deciding to gamble with money.  I didn't wanna play with money initially 'cos my mahjong skills ain't that good. Turns out to be true 'cos Adrian kept winning. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I still managed to win twice, I think... but it's not even enough to recoup my losses. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;. Finally won a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teeny&lt;/span&gt; bit of money from Daidee, but Adrian seemed to be quite disgruntled due to losing quite abit from that game and kept pestering us to play faster. Although we may not be playing that fast (nor are we playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; slow either... or maybe WY did. Haha.), I thought we need a bit of time to think of some strategy first before showing out the cards. If we are not gambling with money, I don't even need to think that hard. Anyway, he still won much more than me in the end. -.- I don't know if someone is just being a 'sore loser' or what.. Even HT who lost the most amount of chips ain't complaining much. Lol... poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fumes from the burning incense downstairs had infiltrated into my room and is making me suffocated and giving me runny nose. Shucks.. I don't know why the hell people need to burn so much incense during CNY period. What's the link huh?! It's not even the ghost festival. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.. and I found this extract from NUS website (I don't know why it's linked to NUS website):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A STUDY by scientists at NUS has found that people who live in homes  where incense is burnt 24 hours daily for more than 40 years have  increased risk of developing cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Assoc Prof Koh Woon Puay of the Department of Community,  Occupational and Family Medicine, those who might be exposed to incense  smoke daily from the burning of incense in their homes 24 hours a day  for more than 40 years, compared to those who do not burn incense in  their homes, are 70 per cent more likely to suffer from cancers in the  upper respiratory tract. This includes cancers of the nasal sinuses,  tongue, oral cavity and throat. The burning of incense -- which is made  of plant materials mixed with oils may produce a mixture of possible  carcinogens and lead to the development of cancer. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Cancer?!! Isn't it the same as breathing in smoke from cigarettes? No wonder I feel so uncomfortable right now. The fumes are so thick that it feels like I'm trapped in a fire. Can't these people stop burning so much incense!!! I already feel like dying even if they didn't burn everyday for 40 years. If they think burning offerings is gonna bring them wealth or strike lottery or whatever, then they can continue to 发白日梦. I'm complaining because every breath I take is the strong smell of incense and my whole body is now smelling of smoke. I think I'm getting a headache too. Tamade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-3344748411787975593?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3344748411787975593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=3344748411787975593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3344748411787975593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3344748411787975593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/02/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-4840297340505529415</id><published>2010-02-14T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T03:25:45.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday just ended a while ago. It was really a very simple day spent, because...  WHAT CAN I EXPECT TO DO ON &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;除夕&lt;/span&gt;?!! Pardon my capitalised words, but it's really kinda boring as most of the shops are closing early and yesterday's outing was an impromptu one. Nevertheless, I appreciate that special someone who celebrated my birthday with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so today is Valentine's Day &amp;amp; 初一. So many events on February huh, somemore all packed together. Zzzzz... Imagine people rushing to buy Valentine's gifts before 除夕. So busy sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns.. am getting sleepy. I've no idea why I'm so sleepy throughout the whole day, but am a bit hungry now so shall source for food before heading to bed. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's CNY,  I shall wish everyone -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;恭喜发财，心想事成， 虎虎生威， 吉祥如意，财源广进，身体健康~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-4840297340505529415?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4840297340505529415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=4840297340505529415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4840297340505529415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4840297340505529415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-birthday-just-ended-while-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-1148591857200115622</id><published>2010-02-13T00:24:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:22:25.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday post. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;祝我生日快乐~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am had just passed and it's my birthday! Old liao old liao... in just a blink of an eye and I'm already 23! Shucks to be old. I can't even imagine the coming years ahead. I don't really like my birthday falling near CNY, and quite unexpectedly, my birthday this year has to fall on 除夕.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what's the plan for my birthday later on, but had a nice dinner followed by window shopping at Vivo today(yesterday). :) Surprisingly, I haven't bought any new clothes for myself yet. Tsk.. so disappointing. Can't even rely on online shopping 'cos they took a hell longggg time to mail out at this period of time.  Saw a couple of pretty cool jackets at Vivo and I was kinda tempted to buy but it's not practical to wear in such a humid place like Singapore. Double shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I finally manage to buy my makeup remover! Heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S3WMTre-pwI/AAAAAAAAA_U/FGBx93W6UIo/s320/4902806213850%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437406394837804802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandom Cleansing express gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed a good makeup remover, and I spotted this product sometime ago so I read up online first before buying. Read some good reviews about it so decided to buy it! Hopefully, it'll be great at removing my waterproof mascara. I'm a lazy person, so I only look out for makeup removers that can remove everything including waterproof mascara. I hate those makeup removers that have only specific functions eg. eye/lip makeup remover. Why so mafan?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore today got discount!! Heng ah.. the last time I checked out still don't have any discount yet! Muwahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this cute cat at the hawker centre near my house. I've always seen her lingering around there, and she's like the gentlest or sweetest cat I've ever seen! Normally, most stray cats are wary of strangers approaching them, but this cat doesn't. Instead, she showed much affection when I first approached her lor! She did a few strange actions which baffled me, so I read up on the reasons behind those behaviours. I'm not so knowledgeble about cats, but reading about cats' behaviour is somewhat interesting. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the cat did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She pushed her head against me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In cats' terminology, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is called "head butts".  This is a cat's way of showing affection. Some cats will turn their head, and push it against a human (or another cat). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She rubbed herself against my legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In cats' terminology, cats rub up against your leg to make you smell like a cat. The more you smell like them the more they like being around you. Also, she is letting other cats know that you are her own special friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Those information are derived from the internet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet or what?! Omg.. Actually I don't mind keeping that cat as my pet lor. I was kinda reluctant to leave her all alone in the quiet hawker centre 'cos she looks so poor thing. I swear she's giving me this sad look when I'm leaving. Awww..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1148591857200115622?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1148591857200115622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1148591857200115622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1148591857200115622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1148591857200115622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-liao-old-liao.html' title='Birthday post. :)'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/S3WMTre-pwI/AAAAAAAAA_U/FGBx93W6UIo/s72-c/4902806213850%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-7311552343322121418</id><published>2010-02-08T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:29:32.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I simply hate persistent people who called me and keep forcing me to go for... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt;! Wtf lor. I don't even know how they got my number. Only companies which are capable of calling random people up for interview are those insurance companies. Tsk.. irritating to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call few days ago from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIA&lt;/span&gt; and the person asked me if I'm interested to go for an interview. Well, I wasn't interested at all so I politely told her that I'm not interested. Then, she kept on blabbering and yakking non-stop of why I should give myself a chance to go for the interview and then decide later whether I'll be keen for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;" firmly again and she continued repeating the same thing over. Damn annoying!!! When she asked the third time, I decided to say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;". Of course, I'm not going but just to shut her mouth up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, she called me again to confirm the interview venue and time and I said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;" with much confidence. Lol. She called several times later when I missed the time. Lolol.. Yeah I know I'm mean but who cares. Who asked her to keep forcing me to go for the interview in the first place? I hope she gets my message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to go Genting tomorrow as part of my birthday celebration but I find it a bit too rushed and somemore it's such a last minute decision, so decided to go on early March instead!!! Heee.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-7311552343322121418?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7311552343322121418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=7311552343322121418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7311552343322121418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7311552343322121418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-simply-hate-persistent-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-931787511776354768</id><published>2010-02-02T18:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:28:52.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wrong interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Attended the weirdest interview I've been. Went for an interview on Monday, so I reached there quite early and waited for a nice 30 minutes before I was called in. At first I thought it was a HR person who's suppose to interview me, but instead there are 2 persons whom are not from HR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I handed them my application form, and they looked at the job title which I stated on it and told me that the interview is not about applying for the mentioned job! &lt;strong&gt;WTF &lt;/strong&gt;- that's the first thought I had. They continued explaining that the HR may have some miscommunications with my agent, thus this silly mistake. However, they said that they didn't call the wrong person 'cos my experiences tally with what they are looking for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they asked me if I'm still interested in this job, but I'm quite hesitant 'cos I wanna do something which is not what I've been doing for the previous times. They seem smart to know that I'm not quite sure what I want, but seriously, I was quite disappointed to know that I actually went for the &lt;em&gt;'wrong'&lt;/em&gt; interview. Ugh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed there for another half an hour before I can go. I don't know what the outcome will be, but I know that I'm already disappointed. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;After interview was Kbox session because someone told me that there's a Kbox promotion now on weekdays for $8 nett each pax, with at least one person who's a member. It's so damn cheap! I think the promotion is ending soon, so I guess I'll probably go for another session soon. Lol. However, I dislike their new menu system and their new popular songs are so limited. Booo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heard my family having disputes over buying a dog. I'm quite surprised that my bro wanna get a dog, but my stubborn dad just won't give way no matter how we convince him. Anyway, I can't be bothered to reason with him. He's like a bull. 对牛弹琴, with a bull temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know there are lots of things to consider when getting a dog and I don't know whether we are up to taking care of it. Although I ♥ dogs alot, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; we are talking about. However, I'd wish to have a pet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-931787511776354768?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/931787511776354768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=931787511776354768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/931787511776354768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/931787511776354768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-interview.html' title='The wrong interview'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-6118631989144295401</id><published>2010-01-27T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:38:55.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY is coming.. and so is my birthday which is less than 1 month from now. I don't even feel like celebrating my birthday at all, 'cos it means I'm getting older. Haven't been shopping for clothes for sooo long, and CNY means getting new clothes but I don't know whether I should buy. Am contemplating whether I should buy the top that I saw online. Such a tough decision.. Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this, my head suddenly felt giddy. I think it's got to do with the fluctuating temperature. What's wrong with the stupid weather nowadays?! It's suppose to be "winter" time but Singapore is still so freaking hot. Tamade. Hate Singapore's weather to the core man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, somehow felt that 2010 is not a very good year for me. I don't know why but it's kind of like a foreboding sign. Yeah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;touch wood&lt;/span&gt;.. but I've been feeling unwell during this January alone. When I feel sick, my mood goes along with it. My mood hasn't been good these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.. I don't wanna blog already. Shall end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6118631989144295401?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6118631989144295401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6118631989144295401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6118631989144295401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6118631989144295401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/01/cny-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-5477516174326259209</id><published>2010-01-22T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:34:59.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first video</title><content type='html'>So, I was feeling bored (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as always&lt;/span&gt;) and had the urge to sing.. then I went to Youtube to look for songs and saw some people posting videos of themselves singing. One of them actually made the song like a karaoke version so that her voice can blend in with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite curious, so I somehow googled on how to edit the song. Finally found the method, then recorded my own voice and.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TADAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever Youtube video. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6u2n3Px99U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6u2n3Px99U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not perfect but tried my best, 'cos this song is not easy to sing at all. There are a lot of falsettos and fast switching of pitch which almost killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite fun actually. Heck, I don't even need to go Kbox already. Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5477516174326259209?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5477516174326259209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5477516174326259209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5477516174326259209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5477516174326259209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-video.html' title='My first video'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-7675605714829445</id><published>2010-01-19T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:31:29.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up feeling damn giddy.. My head was spinning and I felt like I was about to faint. Besides that, my lower abdomen had a sudden acute pain that gives me profuse cold sweat. Feeling damn terrible both inside and outside and my whole body was shaking feebly. I even felt like puking lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what brought to this sudden illness but I don't think I suffered from food poisoning, which I remembered I had similar symptoms when I had food poisoning last time. The only difference was that I didn't have diarrhoea. Luckily, I felt alright after letting out all my cold sweat. I hate it when I kena this kind of sudden sickness. Actually I'm still feeling a bit giddy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's coming in less than a month's time, and I feel like going on a short holiday trip, as long as it's not in Singapore. Feel so sick of the things here already, and best if I could leave this place forever. So boring and hectic. It's even ranked as world's 70th best place to live. Pui. Except the safe environment to live in, I can't find anything good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't confirm the trip yet. It's just a sudden random thought of mine. CNY is just one day after my birthday, which is so not good. I don't know why either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-7675605714829445?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7675605714829445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=7675605714829445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7675605714829445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7675605714829445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/01/woke-up-feeling-damn-giddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-6595707793778163068</id><published>2010-01-18T21:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:51:40.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doesn't feel like blogging recently. Will come back if I feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6595707793778163068?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6595707793778163068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6595707793778163068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6595707793778163068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6595707793778163068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/01/doesnt-feel-like-blogging-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-8861329824031767885</id><published>2010-01-11T17:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:22:11.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrr... I'm pissed off with that particular infamous job agency (Starts with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;). The agent called and asked me some questions, then proceeded to ask me if I'm interested in blah blah. I said I'm not really interested, so she asked me what I'm interested in. I told her I'm still in the exploring phase and I don't really know what I want, but she kept repeating her question of what I'm interested in.  Furthermore, she still gave an exasperated groan in the background which I could hear. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking pissed with her attitude. Is it a crime that lao niang doesn't know what I want for a job? Somemore all the jobs she listed out to me were stupid jobs that nobody would want. I bet she's just randomly finding people to fill up those 丑不啦叽 jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm really getting fed up in finding jobs. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; working, yet at the same time I know that it's necessary. Ugh.. I think I'm suffering from some work/finding job phobia. I'm like a lost fish in the ocean. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh whatever, I wanna watch my 海派甜心 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some cute and funny &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness&lt;/span&gt; animation videos online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/byGyivQXLKk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/byGyivQXLKk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvV_eO-PMQ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvV_eO-PMQ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-8861329824031767885?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8861329824031767885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=8861329824031767885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8861329824031767885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8861329824031767885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/01/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-6035924151166873314</id><published>2010-01-09T00:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:06:58.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finished all 10 episodes of 海派甜心 sometime ago, and now I'm waiting for more episodes to be uploaded before I can continue watching. Grrr.. have to wait 1 week for 1 episode. Kinda got addicted to that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show&lt;/span&gt; (pun intended). Show = Show Luo Zhi Xiang. Mwahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyed my hair few days ago using those over-the-counter hair dye products, and I coloured it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;purple brown&lt;/span&gt;! The colour isn't really that obvious but still visible, although from far it looks like I dyed my hair black. I thought that I'm quite sick of the usual brown tones, so I chose that colour which is a mix of red, purple and brown. Hehe. Hope it'll turn out even brighter after a few more washes. My curls are almost shockingly gone, which is a result of zero maintenance. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with corgi dogs la. They are soooo adorable, including this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K-URJJSEgs4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K-URJJSEgs4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one... Corgis singing Happy Birthday! Omggggg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJQM5xBaRXI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJQM5xBaRXI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last dog did not sing the last note which is suppose to be his turn. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want corgi, I want corgi!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6035924151166873314?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6035924151166873314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6035924151166873314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6035924151166873314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6035924151166873314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/01/finished-all-10-episodes-of-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-7492030959578831253</id><published>2010-01-02T17:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T17:48:09.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something really strange has been happening to me. I've always notice this time, be it 4.44pm or 4.44am appearing on my desktop time. I didn't even keep checking the time like every minute or what and it's not just a few times that I've experienced this, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many many&lt;/span&gt; times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got an sms at 4.44 am yesterday! Scary or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all. I was innocently playing Bejeweled on Facebook and this is what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sz8SS4RLnZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/YogsKgB9pD0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sz8SS4RLnZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/YogsKgB9pD0/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422072591928761746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.444... how many 4s are there? Gosh.. I'm like flooded by this number everytime. Creepy. I hope it's not a sign of bad luck. Or rather, is this a sign to tell me to buy 4D? Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends kept raving about this show to me, so I'm currently watching this taiwan idol drama - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;海派甜心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sz8T_MGgicI/AAAAAAAAA-k/pTVTIXEf1Rc/s320/HaiPaiTianXin%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422074452678576578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only just finished watching episode 1 yesterday. Quite a funny show la, and xiao zhu's 丑不啦叽香菇头 was super hilarious. Will try to continue watching it if I'm not so lazy. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-7492030959578831253?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7492030959578831253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=7492030959578831253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7492030959578831253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7492030959578831253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-really-strange-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sz8SS4RLnZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/YogsKgB9pD0/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-5413593944730144852</id><published>2010-01-01T17:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:43:23.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>Wish all my friends a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also wish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liting&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;, although it's 2 days ago. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't celebrate countdown with the crowd yesterday. I guess I've already passed the stage of getting excited over fireworks that's practically almost the same every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt; has been a whirlwind of changing events for me, which I can't say it's been good or bad. 1 year went past so quickly that I didn't even realise &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt; is already here. People always set new year resolutions but I've never set any 'cos I find it quite pointless. The most important thing is to be happy, at the same time being able to balance everything well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sz3OkRfjOTI/AAAAAAAAA-M/4Ibdd7kxki0/s320/dont_worry_be_happy%5B1%5D.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421716648990292274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt; and the years ahead will be great. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alvin &amp;amp; the Chipmunks 2&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether my expectations of a movie become higher or what, 'cos several movies I've watched this year doesn't really leave me a deep impression. Nevertheless, I still love the chipmunks, even though the story plot is a bit weak but still enjoyable to watch. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm having the "hangover" feeling after sleeping very late last night. What a nice way to start on the 1st day of new year. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5413593944730144852?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5413593944730144852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5413593944730144852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5413593944730144852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5413593944730144852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sz3OkRfjOTI/AAAAAAAAA-M/4Ibdd7kxki0/s72-c/dont_worry_be_happy%5B1%5D.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-8832656574530885855</id><published>2009-12-30T04:14:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T05:54:44.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking fried rice :)</title><content type='html'>I have serious insomnia for the past few nights and I just couldn't fall asleep no matter what. It's really hard trying to sleep when my brain is still active. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to ZH's house to cook! A very random decision. I'm interested in cooking and also getting guinea pigs to taste my cooking. Haha.. He only helped washing the dishes 'cos I'm the chef! Lol. I really hate washing dishes so he has to undertake the role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched several Youtube videos on how to cook nice fried rice but only 1 video caught my eye 'cos the rest suck. Honestly, I haven't really tried cooking fried rice before that, so this is my so called first attempt. The other time I cooked seafood pasta, this time fried rice, so I wonder what I should cook next. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first went to Amk NTUC to buy our goodies. Here are the things we bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SzpmBRMXyhI/AAAAAAAAA80/hvl9OojM-RA/s320/Photo0666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420757273475009042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrimps, eggs, luncheon meat, ground pepper, crabmeat sticks and 2 packets of cooked rice from some stall. Had a hard time buying the rice 'cos most of the stalls don't allow us to buy plain rice alone. Weird. Got money to earn also don't want. What an inflexible thinking. Oh, and I also took some pepper and salt from McDonald's. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying the things, we headed back to his house and along the way, there's a malay ah beng who rode a bike without switching on the lights although it was already dark outside. ZH's car almost banged his bike with a close shave 'cos he didn't notice this biker who drove from the other side. The malay guy "diao" us and even followed us to the carpark! He looked at the car for awhile before driving off. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, he's not thinking of parking his bike in the carpark and that he just wanna stalk us. We were thinking what wicked things he's planning inside his mind. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached his place and I started to lay out the ingredients for preparation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me beating the eggs, which will later be mixed with the rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Szpo6gMv5iI/AAAAAAAAA88/JimYqAlKnCk/s320/IMG_1819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420760455778919970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Szpqn7hXiAI/AAAAAAAAA9M/-lw-X_4pPqY/s320/IMG_1820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420762335718901762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mixing the egg with the rice. It looks quite gross 'cos it's not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Szppe_98_yI/AAAAAAAAA9E/xiCAMnbvxUo/s320/IMG_1823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420761082782088994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SzprGb2cPaI/AAAAAAAAA9U/AApzvw3Z1ZQ/s320/IMG_1824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420762859793300898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SzptuDm8EwI/AAAAAAAAA98/cMMuSQm-zqg/s320/IMG_1825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420765739503850242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of luncheon meat was wasted 'cos we couldn't finish them. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final masterpiece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SzptcoVqREI/AAAAAAAAA90/MNMT7EuOs4k/s320/Photo0668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420765440125846594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my scrambled eggs - McDonald's style!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SzptcVVMkgI/AAAAAAAAA9s/uYrRF6iPyuU/s320/Photo0667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420765435023626754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Szptb3uaT_I/AAAAAAAAA9k/mOx6KIc8ER0/s320/IMG_1827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420765427076321266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the verdict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Szpuwi571eI/AAAAAAAAA-E/vf_8SKOILqo/s320/IMG_1831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420766881776391650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! He loves my fried rice! Mwahaha.. Not bad for my first attempt. The only thing bad is that the rice is a bit soggy but overall, I think it tasted quite good la. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-8832656574530885855?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8832656574530885855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=8832656574530885855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8832656574530885855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8832656574530885855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/12/cooking-fried-rice.html' title='Cooking fried rice :)'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SzpmBRMXyhI/AAAAAAAAA80/hvl9OojM-RA/s72-c/Photo0666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-1350102666929126114</id><published>2009-12-27T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:25:40.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yup... I changed a bit of the layout 'cos the previous one had some minor page error and I think this new layout also looks slightly neater? Actually it still looks pretty much the same 'cos I prefer it to be neat. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com's really going haywire, and I always pray that everytime I switch on the com, it'll work fine. Just now the screen went frozen and I have to restart it. The com's only 2 years old and it's starting to get sick. Mama don't have money to cure you la, son. Please 振作起来. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw this bizarre news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTXKkq_Bwhc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTXKkq_Bwhc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Officers are treating the incident as sexual assault and are appealing for help in tracking down the mystery man, who has struck at least twice at a Co-op store in Plymouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victim, who cannot be named for legal reasons, was shocked when he saw the surveillance tape. ‘I had no idea what was going on. I thought it was all a bit strange,’ he said.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.. is that bum-sniffer a psycho or what? What's so nice smelling a man's butt? Either he's a gay or that he has fetish for man's butt or he likes to sniff out for fart smell. Eeew... The victim doesn't even realise that a stranger is in love with his butt. Lol... Gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1350102666929126114?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1350102666929126114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1350102666929126114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1350102666929126114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1350102666929126114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/12/yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-8071441647436535810</id><published>2009-12-25T18:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:31:29.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was spent at someone's family bbq gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas gift I got for this year is my cranky computer which started having problems since yesterday. Zzzzz... My monitor went to "No Signal" after startup for a few seconds and I had to keep restarting the com until it works. It's now working fine but I don't know when the com will eventually died on me and then I have to spend money on new monitor or even the whole desktop. That means no com for me to use and I'll rot even more. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's the real problem behind the problematic monitor but I guess it's time to get a new one soon. Ugh I hate it when my com gets all sorts of problems; previously the router and now the monitor screen and maybe the whole desktop soon. Ahhhh so broke now.. Someone please be kind and buy for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday out of the blue I wanna check my weight, so I went to try out those weight measurement thingy with a 20 cent coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SzSVrKqHZUI/AAAAAAAAA8s/v1ag2ptrE_s/s320/Photo0662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419120820461462850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I knew it!!&lt;/span&gt; I knew I'd become fatter!! My previous weight was 40 kg and now it's 1.5kg heavier. Haiz.. All those late night suppers will inevitably make me fat. They even provide me 4 lucky numbers as a consolation. Maybe I can strike lottery with these numbers and then I'll have money to get a new com. Haha fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No christmas mood for me at all, as always. I've never really gotten a christmas gift in my life before. That's so sad. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-8071441647436535810?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8071441647436535810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=8071441647436535810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8071441647436535810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8071441647436535810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SzSVrKqHZUI/AAAAAAAAA8s/v1ag2ptrE_s/s72-c/Photo0662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-7703530333911172909</id><published>2009-12-23T19:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:35:58.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up with a stiff neck and now, I can't even tilt my head because it's so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goddamn painful&lt;/span&gt;!! Grrrr.... I slept super late last night as I was busy playing game on my DS. My long forgotten DS has finally been revived. Lol.. Currently hooked onto playing crime solving games and I'm gonna complete the recent game soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.. I need to source for new games soon because I'm easily bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ex colleague from my previous company sms-ed me few days ago. Both of us were really unhappy with that company, thus we quit, although not on the same day. She told me that someone from my department got sacked recently due to the person taking leave too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. although it's true that the person kept taking leave, I understand that she'd just given birth and needs to handle some family issues at home. It's kinda inhumane for the company to just sack her like that. That's why like I said, that company is beyond hope. With all those stupid HR policies and a lifeless and inhumane working environment, I don't see the need to stick around in that company for so long. I felt so glad during the moment I tendered my resignation letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's not easy to find a company with great colleagues and boss. I want to be looking forward to work everyday, rather than feeling gloomy and stressed all day. We humans are destined to work for the rest of our lives (unless your dad is Bill Gates and you can shake legs at home), so finding a good company is akin to finding a nice home.  I don't wanna buy a house which I don't feel comfortable in, which results in moving out again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, why am I talking about all this.. I also don't know. Lol.. Time for me to play my DS game. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-7703530333911172909?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7703530333911172909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=7703530333911172909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7703530333911172909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7703530333911172909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/12/woke-up-with-stiff-neck-and-now-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-6461128114146171256</id><published>2009-12-20T18:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:48:54.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and movie :)</title><content type='html'>Had a mini gathering with the ex colleagues on Friday night. I think our last gathering was roughly a year ago? I can't even remember. Gosh.. so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waraku&lt;/span&gt; at Heeren. We gossiped alot about our ex company and other stuffs. Adrian always has insider information about the company. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sy3-gAWj7YI/AAAAAAAAA8M/G6IM2W9HqGo/s320/Photo0658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417265752600472962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sy3-fyJuEUI/AAAAAAAAA8E/wa0ugQ0K3Pw/s320/Photo0657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417265748788515138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While seated, a fat bitch sitting directly opposite of me kept fidgeting and banging the seat until I can feel the impact. It's the same feeling as watching movie in the cinema and someone from behind keeps kicking your seat. These people are so damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inconsiderate&lt;/span&gt;. It's so irritating that I kept glancing back to glare at her. Someone please send her to an emergency ward; I think she's in a fit or spasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to catch a movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princess &amp;amp; the Frog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;afterwards&lt;/span&gt;. I think this is like the 2nd or 3rd cartoon movie I've watched this month? Lol. It's a typical Disney animation movie with a slight twist. Quite an enjoyable movie to watch, but the 2 female adults seated behind me are making incessant redundant comments like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh noooo....&lt;/span&gt;" (when the girl turns into a frog), and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awww...so sad&lt;/span&gt;" (when the firefly is dead). Please leh, so old already still acting like small kids. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike looks totally different after cutting his fur, as though he's now of a different breed. Lol.. He still looks cute though. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sy4CBxPQY_I/AAAAAAAAA8k/18BjrthOKSQ/s320/Photo0517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417269631193736178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sy4CBrP95nI/AAAAAAAAA8c/ssFR3E9lLLk/s320/Photo0639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417269629586105970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. the same old dog who likes to sa jiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6461128114146171256?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6461128114146171256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6461128114146171256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6461128114146171256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6461128114146171256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/12/dinner-and-movie.html' title='Dinner and movie :)'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sy3-gAWj7YI/AAAAAAAAA8M/G6IM2W9HqGo/s72-c/Photo0658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-1638833361769519750</id><published>2009-12-16T15:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:36:49.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games :)</title><content type='html'>So, I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Planet 51&lt;/span&gt; in the cinema few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SyiOS6H3vVI/AAAAAAAAA70/mCVsvVVlJfc/s320/th%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415735007404080466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect it to be a very funny show but I think I'm not really satisfied with it after watching. Nevertheless, it's still quite a light hearted show for kids to enjoy. Everything about aliens blah blah. Quite boring for me actually. Anyway, I still dunno why they call this movie "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Planet 51&lt;/span&gt;". I mean, why not Planet 50 or 49 or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks 2&lt;/span&gt; next!!! I like the previous movie, so I hope this one will be even better. Their voices are so cute....!!! It's not as kiddish as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Planet 51&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SyiOTXOOphI/AAAAAAAAA78/DwrLwsVKe5c/s320/alvin-and-the-chipmunks-2%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415735015215375890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the past few days playing games, and someone intro-ed me to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gunbound&lt;/span&gt;. Wtf so old game. It's something similar to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worms&lt;/span&gt; which I played before. Ok la, not a bad game to play if I'm very bored and in need to 'kill' people off. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking whether I should play my DS or play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grand Theft Auto IV&lt;/span&gt; PC game. I played the DS version of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GTA&lt;/span&gt; before but don't really like it, probably 'cos I suck at driving as I always got caught by the police. -.- Never mind, I'm installing the PC game now and see if it's nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job hunting phase is not very smooth-sailing and I'm keeping my fingers crossed. My account balance is depleting so fast that I spent even more than when I was working. This is so not good. Hopefully after end of this year, I'll have more job opportunities. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;, huat ah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; Got a call from the agent regarding the interview I went last week. He said the company hasn't really decided whether they wanna hire me, but they are considering towards the positive side. I also told him about the reservations I had for this job. So now I'm thinking, if they really offer me the job, should I accept? Honestly, I'm not really confident of this job, and the distance wise is really a hindrance. Haiz... such a tough decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1638833361769519750?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1638833361769519750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1638833361769519750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1638833361769519750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1638833361769519750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/12/games.html' title='Games :)'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SyiOS6H3vVI/AAAAAAAAA70/mCVsvVVlJfc/s72-c/th%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-1171151859782619615</id><published>2009-12-12T23:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:01:25.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My neck and shoulders are acting like a bitch 'cos they are aching like mad. Ugh so annoying but yet I can't do anything to soothe the ache. It happens most frequently whenever I'm using the com. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just uploaded a pic of my new hair in my profile on the left. Like finally.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curls aren't that obvious in the pic 'cos my hair colour is probably too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this huge Domo kun plush toy at Taka today. Soo big and kawaii.... Lol.. Also saw some cute tees but I don't think I'll wear them. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SyO3oJjFBmI/AAAAAAAAA7M/T6ilGQYpVHI/s320/Photo0653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414373077415167586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The T shirt looks something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SyO5IxakqmI/AAAAAAAAA7c/rKy73dwcOTU/s320/domokun%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414374737384352354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind getting this Ipod casing though. Lol so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SyO5JscBGfI/AAAAAAAAA7s/bmVJlG78ZPk/s320/109%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414374753228102130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to source for a new pair of flats around town area, and I managed to find one that I like but the size I want is out of stocks. Boohoo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why so many girls wearing size 36?!!!&lt;/span&gt; There's available sizes for another colour but I don't like it. Then I went to AMK hub's exact branch and asked if there's my size. Unfortunately, they are out of stocks too but they can transfer the shoes over. The only requirement is that I'll have to pay upfront first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid for it and they said I can collect it by next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I mentioned before that I've dark eye circles, so I went to get this Olay White Radiance eye serum. Bought it at a budget store and I'm so shocked to see the huge price difference compared to normal retail stores. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omg.&lt;/span&gt; I saved so much money. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't used it yet, and hopefully it really can lighten my dark circles. I look horrid 'cos my face is already so fair but with 2 dark circles, I look like a panda. -.- At least my makeup can hide the flaws, so it's not so bad. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1171151859782619615?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1171151859782619615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1171151859782619615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1171151859782619615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1171151859782619615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-neck-and-shoulders-are-acting-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SyO3oJjFBmI/AAAAAAAAA7M/T6ilGQYpVHI/s72-c/Photo0653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-5123005796327582813</id><published>2009-12-11T16:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:58:58.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting to take pics of my new permed hair. Grrr... I'll try to remember next time but not now. Anyway, my hair sort of settled down and doesn't look as "bombastic" as the first day of my new hairstyle. Since my hairstylist kept saying that I've dry hair, I now took efforts to condition my hair everyday. So next time if I go to a salon and another hairstylist comments that my hair is dry again, I sure "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hoot&lt;/span&gt;" him/her &lt;span&gt;deep deep&lt;/span&gt;. My hair is not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DRY&lt;/span&gt; liao ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt; my hair next, 'cos apparently the previous hair dye I did was not very well done and my hair colour faded very quickly. Permed hair without a proper bright colour looks so damn dull. But that can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;job interview&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Woke up so early in the morning at 7 plus although the interview was supposed to be in the late morning. The whole bus journey took me 1 hr plus and I really couldn't stand it. I have motion sickness, so long bus rides are not really for me, especially when I'm feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there about 20 mins before the interview, and I went to ask the receptionist to call the interviewer as I've reached. The young malay girl looked at me with a sulky face (I suspect she has PMS) and said she'll call him when I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? I reached already, of course I'm ready for interview right? What else do I need to prepare to get ready? Never mind, I sat at the sofa and waited for 5 minutes before I went to the receptionist again and told her that she can call the interviewer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me again with that exact gloomy face, then said "It's too early." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I thought interviews are suppose to reach early before the appointed time? It's only 15 mins to the interview and it's considered early?  And can't she farking just call the interviewer and inform him that I've reached? Still wanna give me attitude problem. Stupid woman. Makes me feel like a retard. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I waited and waited for 10 more minutes before the interviewer came down. During the interview, I realized that the job scope doesn't really match with what I'm looking for, but I couldn't say that during the interview. For some reasons, the interviewer looked kinda stressed when he's thinking of questions to ask me. Haha. Actually I don't expect to get the job anyway, since I don't think I'll like the job. Furthermore, I'm sure there are many degree holders who are competing with me, so I guess my chances aren't that high. It's ok, I'd gladly give them the chance. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point for consideration is distance wise. I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;dread&lt;/span&gt; waking up early at 5 plus or 6 just to rush for work and enduring the long journey ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll slowly find other jobs that really suit me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5123005796327582813?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5123005796327582813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5123005796327582813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5123005796327582813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5123005796327582813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-kept-forgetting-to-take-pics-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-7648064849960452899</id><published>2009-12-08T18:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:38:27.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a perm day.</title><content type='html'>I permed my hair!!! Omg that was like one of the life changing moments for me. Haha abit exaggerating but true what, it's my first time having wavy hair. I'm so not used to my new hairstyle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair was done at Jean Yip in JB. Yeah wtf, going so far just to perm my hair but it's so much cheaper compared doing it in SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A last look at my long straight hair. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sx4mmQoWLXI/AAAAAAAAA60/0rRxO1pY3Vc/s320/Photo0626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412806240886992242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite an impromptu decision but I've already thought about perming my hair for quite sometime. There are several hair salons in JB that has this 50% discounts for perms and I had a hard time deciding to go which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered this hair salon named Thomas &amp;amp; Guys, then enquired about how much the digital perm will cost me. The receptionist guy looked at me with a blur face, as though he doesn't understand what I'm saying. Fyi, I'm speaking in Mandarin, except the word "Digital Perm". Guess what? He doesn't even know what Digital Perm is. *Facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a staff who works in a salon and doesn't even know the technical terms for a simple thing called Digital Perm, I really don't know what to say. I happened to glance at the price list on the counter, and had to look for the price for myself. The pricelist was written in English somemore. In the end, I didn't wanna do my hair in that salon, lest they will do something funny to my hair instead of what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to do my hair in Jean Yip. Asked for the price and initially the person quoted 250, but I somehow "bargained" to 220. Lol. Fortunately she agreed to the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hairstylist who did my hair kept commenting that my hair is dry blah blah. She mentioned it umpteen times until I'm so sick of hearing. I don't think my hair is really THAT dry, just a bit of tangled here and there 'cos I don't have the habit of combing and conditioning my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She proceeded to cut my hair when I said I just wanna trim off the split ends, but she said she'll need to cut alot. She snipped off my hair quite a length and I felt a sudden heart pain for my precious hair. Boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this photo 'cos I think I look like Chunli in Street Fighter. LOL so funny... Behind me is my hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sx4stgERjEI/AAAAAAAAA68/5TLDVbaVuTk/s320/Photo0627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412812962359512130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me about 3 hrs plus for the entire process. I was feeling so tired and sleepy after that. After stepping out of the salon, I realized that the person did not cut my hair evenly, including my fringe. -.- I can say that she's not meticulous enough. I haven't take a pic of myself with my new hairdo yet 'cos I think it looks quite ugly to me, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; said I look nicer compared to my previous straight hair. Maybe I'm not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to this Japanese restaurant. I don't know what their restaurant is called, but their design layout is quite cute 'cos there's Pikachu. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our food... Can spot my curls in the background. Yes my hair becomes so short now. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sx4u4dnJmcI/AAAAAAAAA7E/22OSoutKeD0/s320/Photo0633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412815349702302146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their ramen was so-so only. Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone from Standard Chartered called to ask me to sign up for credit card. (I don't know how the hell she got my number.) She kept blabbering away in an unprofessional, aunty tone manner. I just kept saying "Hmm, yes, ok".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question when she asked "So are you working now?", I simply just replied "No I'm jobless now." Haha... wasted her time for talking to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-7648064849960452899?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7648064849960452899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=7648064849960452899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7648064849960452899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7648064849960452899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-perm-day.html' title='What a perm day.'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sx4mmQoWLXI/AAAAAAAAA60/0rRxO1pY3Vc/s72-c/Photo0626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-3132489044601360775</id><published>2009-12-05T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:18:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After using both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mavala Double Lash&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Smooth-E White Baby Face Foam&lt;/span&gt; for about 2 weeks now, here's my review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Mavala Double Lash, I can see a significant growth of my eyelashes, especially my lower eyelashes. As for the brows, maybe not so obvious but still there's slight growth I suppose. Can't detect any thickening of my brows though, which is slightly disappointing. I guess it works well only for lengthening purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Smooth-E foam, I simply love it!! This is by far the best facial foam I've ever used, not kidding. I mean, I can really see that my face becomes much smoother than before and much more radiant. I always thought that their commercial is abit exaggerating, but I guess in this case maybe not. Definitely can see improvements on my complexion, but still, using for only 2 weeks won't have a vast effect on my skin. Shall wait slowly and see how it goes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going for a job interview next Thursday. Pray that everything will be well, because I think that the job sounds not bad. The company sounds not bad too. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to head out for dinner now. Bye bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-3132489044601360775?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3132489044601360775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=3132489044601360775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3132489044601360775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3132489044601360775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-using-both-mavala-double-lash-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-5174545558626369985</id><published>2009-11-28T19:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:47:50.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SxEDa_5eiFI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7ZE6GpjAcVA/s320/Photo0599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409108389812668498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face's getting bloated and maybe fatter. (I think.) Sigh. I should cut down on fastfood already.. and oh yeah my stomach is protruding now. I don't wanna become fat. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like learning a new sport or something. I wanna make myself healthier and more active! Haha.. that sounds so not like me. I'm known to be a lazy bum who does nothing but laze around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wanna share some funny pictures I found online (Click the pics to enlarge):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SxEIiJd7_-I/AAAAAAAAA6U/RTLseT3cc0c/s1600/sonic1%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SxEIiJd7_-I/AAAAAAAAA6U/RTLseT3cc0c/s320/sonic1%5B1%5D.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409114010198736866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SxEKSLx7T_I/AAAAAAAAA6c/Mj9Dtk1DPFk/s1600/pugfactory%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SxEKSLx7T_I/AAAAAAAAA6c/Mj9Dtk1DPFk/s320/pugfactory%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409115934964797426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SxEMAx49dYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Ld53NWiCmIs/s1600/emoheros%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SxEMAx49dYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Ld53NWiCmIs/s320/emoheros%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409117834980455810" 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;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJn2g66b6T0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJn2g66b6T0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one is so epic funny. Lol~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm so freaking bored now that I totally dunno what to do. Haven't even had my dinner yet. Feel like sleeping away till next day. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5174545558626369985?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5174545558626369985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5174545558626369985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5174545558626369985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5174545558626369985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-faces-getting-bloated-and-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SxEDa_5eiFI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7ZE6GpjAcVA/s72-c/Photo0599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-698612363785837280</id><published>2009-11-23T05:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:31:33.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah it's very late now, but I think I wanna blog abit before heading off to bed. My dark eye circles are surfacing already. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the poly peeps yesterday night. I was kinda late 'cos was at City Hall before that due to some matters, some cocked up issues.  After meetup, we had zero ideas on where to go for dinner, but in the end we ate at Freddie's Burger at Ion. Well, someone's rushing off for another appointment after the dinner. It was all quite in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  just some personal thoughts on this. I was thinking, if you wanna meet your other friends on the same day, at least inform us beforehand? I didn't know meeting up was only just for dinner, and that maybe we have other plans later on? If you have already plan to meet others after a couple of hours on that day, then I rather we don't meet on the same day. 'Cos to me, that someone is pang-sehing me halfway and say "Hey I've got to go after awhile." It makes us feel very unimportant. Afterall, this is not the first time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can totally accept it if that person has an emergency matter to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not true if I say I'm not pissed at all about it, but I can't show it on my face. I don't wanna ruin the whole meet-up thing, in case someone blames me for it. But someone blames me for being late and if I'm slightly earlier to meet them for dinner, everything would not be in a rush. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't wanna harp on this issue anymore. Nothing serious anyway. I just hope the same thing doesn't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Paranormal Activity movie at Amk Hub later at night. It was considered an impromptu decision as I joined ZH and his friends for the movie. Heard good reviews about the movie, so that's why I wanna watch. Who told me it was based on true story eh? Feel kena cheated. After watching, I kept thinking this was based on real story and it quite freaked me out when I kept recalling the scary scenes in the movie. It was then after that when I searched on the website, I realized that the whole movie was just a fiction. Chey. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those film makers succeeded in trying to make me believe that this was real, although some parts of the movie were kinda too hard to believe. Haha. I guess I'm very naive. The beginning of the show was quite boring though, but the climax was built up towards the ending. I think it's a bad decision to watch horror films in the middle of the night. It makes me feel paranoid and scared after that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh so late already.. I think I wanna orh orh liao. Zzzzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-698612363785837280?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/698612363785837280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=698612363785837280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/698612363785837280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/698612363785837280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeah-its-very-late-now-but-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-3872030247239617576</id><published>2009-11-21T03:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T04:06:48.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's suppose to be sleeping time now but here I am, still surfing net and typing here. Ha. I think my biological clock is really messed up. I always sleep at the wee hours of the night and it's a habit hard to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Gifts and Electronics fair at Suntec today. Didn't buy anything except candy, 'cos they were selling there. LOL. However, I did spend on other stuffs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my buys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mavala Double Lash&lt;/span&gt; - Supposedly to thicken and lengthen your eyelashes and also eyebrows. My main purpose is to thicken my sparse eyebrows though. Hehe. Hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SwbwD6fNxLI/AAAAAAAAA58/EUfz6OhMHlE/s320/mavala-double-lash%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406272352735315122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Smooth E White BabyFace Foam&lt;/span&gt; - Already felt like buying this way before the advertisement is shown on tv. Saw the reviews online and many raved about it. I tried for the first time today and I think my face is not drying at all after wash. That's kinda good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Swbv4WBWITI/AAAAAAAAA50/teeAd42jXrs/s320/W80805-SmoothEFoam-C75%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406272153967796530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Thai commercials on Youtube for this product and they are all really funny! How come SG's not as funny as theirs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the funny Thai commercials for Smooth E products:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzMeDu0tj-8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzMeDu0tj-8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-AvkgrXb-dU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-AvkgrXb-dU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Thai commercials so creative and hilarious. Lol.. but that's not the reason why I bought their facial foam. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok shall see whether these 2 products are really good. Will come back for review soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh I'm hungry now. Sickening stomach. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-3872030247239617576?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3872030247239617576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=3872030247239617576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3872030247239617576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3872030247239617576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-suppose-to-be-sleeping-time-now-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SwbwD6fNxLI/AAAAAAAAA58/EUfz6OhMHlE/s72-c/mavala-double-lash%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-6429020028054043372</id><published>2009-11-19T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:11:17.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from dinner/supper at Jalan Besar. I was full to the max after eating. The food was damn delicious, or maybe I was really famished. I love their dim sum!!! Their fried banana and prawn fritter is the nicest among those I've eaten. I've only eaten banana fritters before, but not with prawns inside! Their Xiao Long Baos are even nicer than Crystal Jade's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After consecutive weeks of eating late supper, I think I'm really going to grow very fat soon. Argh. Maybe it's time to go for some exercise, but I'm so so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I did not go for the interview on Monday in the end. Struggled for some time before I decided that there's no point going for it. Anyway it's over, so I don't wanna think whether I'll regret it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I wanna go back and play my Facebook games now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6429020028054043372?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6429020028054043372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6429020028054043372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6429020028054043372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6429020028054043372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-came-back-from-dinnersupper-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-6501281068226584660</id><published>2009-11-15T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:53:52.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damnit. I seriously have no confidence for the job interview tomorrow. Some reasons why I don't feel like attending the interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;1) Looking at the job scope and the skill requirements, I think I have almost none that fits their criteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;2) I don't wanna land myself in an IT job position again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3) Even if I manage to get the job, I don't think I'll handle the job responsibilities well. (Yes I'm quite pessimistic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. tell me how I'm gonna do well for the job interview tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dread&lt;/span&gt; it. The thing is, I'm not dreading about the interview itself, but the redundancy of going for a job interview for a position which I'm not even sure whether I'm up to it. I've been through a similar process before, and in the end nothing fruitful came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side of my mind is telling me to email the agent that I'm not going for the interview, reason being is I feel that the job is not really suitable for me. On the other side of my brain, it's telling me to go for it since it's kind of a rare opportunity to be selected for interview in a big company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I really dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a formal top yesterday but haven't got a formal skirt yet. Guess I'm sooo not prepared for the job interview afterall. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so demoralized now. HOW HOW?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6501281068226584660?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6501281068226584660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6501281068226584660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6501281068226584660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6501281068226584660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/11/damnit.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-8608364843415421389</id><published>2009-11-14T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:36:37.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Astro Boy movie last week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sv2RsreAh0I/AAAAAAAAA5s/VZaIb3gVGCk/s320/AstroBoyMovie%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403635324683323202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light hearted, funny and quite a touching storyline which I almost teared during the show. Lol.. I didn't expect much from this movie but after the movie ended, I find it not bad. In fact, it's quite good. Not a bad choice if you have no idea what movie you wanna watch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating suppers quite often lately and felt kind of sinful even though I never have to worry about gaining extra weight. Love dim sums like char siew paus, har gao and chee cheong fun. A glutton always feels satisfied after a fulfilling meal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received another call from an agent again early in the morning while I was sleeping. I was still feeling groggy as I slept very late the previous night, so I didn't even bother to pick up the phone. After like few minutes later, the phone sounded again and I let it ring before I switch off the phone. Haha.. I'm being very mean but I hate people disturbing me while I'm still sleeping. It's a total turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I switched on my phone back, I got 5 or 6 missed calls with all different numbers but I think they are from the same person. Then later, the person called back again and asked me if I'm interested in Flash developer position. I didn't send out any resume yet so I guess they got my profile from the job website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite hesitant about this job position because I'm not into IT jobs now, but looking more forward to designing. I wasn't thinking much because I doubt the client would even arrange an interview with me, so I said ok. Heck, I don't even have experience in Adobe Flash. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got a call from the agent again saying that the client wishes to have an interview with me on next Monday. Die. I've zero mental preparation for this because I didn't think I'd have high chances of getting even a job interview. Seriously, I'd rather they not call me. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since I've already agreed to go for the interview, I just have to go. No choice. Time to source for formal wear because my old formal wear looks so fugly to me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-8608364843415421389?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8608364843415421389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=8608364843415421389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8608364843415421389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8608364843415421389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/11/watched-astro-boy-movie-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sv2RsreAh0I/AAAAAAAAA5s/VZaIb3gVGCk/s72-c/AstroBoyMovie%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-4225793865070305136</id><published>2009-11-09T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:40:01.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday blues today, although I'm not working now but I dunno why it hit onto me. Had a call from an agent last week for a job, but I guess the chance of getting even a job interview is almost nil. Heard somewhere that looking for jobs near the end of the year is going to be difficult. Probably the start of next year would be better. Heck la, I haven't even send a single resume out yet. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love John Little for their discounts now! I'm trying to source for makeup loots with huge discount deals. Weet~ Yesterday went to source for a good eyeliner at John Little orchard area but I hate the staffs there. One of the auntie staffs is being nasty in her attitude and she was blocking my way while I was browsing the eyeliner section. Forget it if she doesn't ask me if I need any help ('cos usually I dun need staff to serve me), but treating me as though I'm invisible and blocking my view when I'm trying to browse items is so annoying. It's like she did it on purpose, as she thinks I can't afford to buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, saw her serving another mature looking customer. I was like wth? Nevermind, in the end I still bought my eyeliner because the discount is too tempting. I think John Little at Marina Square is so much better; at least they have polite staffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 72px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SvfxNdAnsoI/AAAAAAAAA5k/WyxOeWAjicg/s320/Liquid-Eye-Pen-1_std%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402051491482022530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start practising on liquid eyeliner because I'm a noob at this. Lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-4225793865070305136?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4225793865070305136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=4225793865070305136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4225793865070305136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4225793865070305136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-blues-today-although-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SvfxNdAnsoI/AAAAAAAAA5k/WyxOeWAjicg/s72-c/Liquid-Eye-Pen-1_std%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-8448457621782064321</id><published>2009-10-29T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:23:05.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawns.. I've been feeling extremely lethargic for no reasons lately. I can sleep for a full 12 hours and a few hours later, I'll be feeling tired again. At this rate I'm going, I'll become a fat pig who only eats and sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour of my hair now looks slightly brighter - slightly reddish brown. Actually I kinda like reddish brown hair because it makes me look 'lively'. Lol.. Maybe I'll opt for reddish brown tones if I'm going to dye my hair in salons next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just cut my own fringe today. Ugh just can't stand long fringes that poke my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am craving for McDonalds now.. see what I mean when I said I'll become like a pig. I feel like eating their fries now arhh... Right now, they have this Monopoly campaign going on, which reminds me of the craze over Hello Kitty last time. Heard that lots of people are going gaga over this Monopoly now. If only I can win that 50 K prize.. wahaha fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I'm really feeling hungry now. Shall go source for food and shower now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-8448457621782064321?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8448457621782064321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=8448457621782064321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8448457621782064321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8448457621782064321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/10/yawns.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-2357561121470185901</id><published>2009-10-24T01:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T02:02:02.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got my hands on Liese Bubble Hair Colour in Cassis Berry after procrastinating for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SuHnxoLa7OI/AAAAAAAAA5E/0p7QCNvIcwI/s320/lse_bubble_haircolor_01_img_l%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395848668351491298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I thought of trying this is because it's in bubble foam, so I thought it should be much easier to apply compared to those cream ones? I usually dyed my hair in salon because of my hair length, but I thought I wanna give this a try. The colours look vibrant too, and I'm kinda sick of brown hair, so after I kept comparing between Sweet Pink and Cassis Berry, I decided to get this instead. It's supposed to give me a glamourous pink with a touch of brown hair, as stated on the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I immediately tried this after I reached home. Spent an hour plus in the bathroom until it stinks so much that I really thought I'm gonna faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is before I dyed my hair. Ignore the kuku hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SuHq4RmDrfI/AAAAAAAAA5U/rrGPAAySaOQ/s320/Photo0537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395852081083166194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm either not cut out to DIY my hair, or my hair is way too long and difficult for me to colour it easily. I thought it'll be easy but I was wrong. My eyes and nose were overwhelmed by the pungent smell of ammonia and it was really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMELLY&lt;/span&gt;. Actually that was expected but it's not the main problem. As for the bubbles part, I had a hard time lathering the foam onto my hair as the bubbles kept disappearing and I had to lather more again and again until I'm so freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how people can do it without much effort. I guess I better stick to salons next time. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the end result, my hair became much darker (wtf?). I'm not posting any pics because I wanna see whether the colour will change for the next few days. It definitely looks way different from the colour shown on the packaging. Argh waste of my time and money. I can top up slightly more and dye my hair in JB. Ok no more DIY already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, my nose is still lingered with the ammonia smell and I really feel sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just downloaded a new Firefox skin for my browser. Looks so damn cool and chio now. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SuHuwMlfjhI/AAAAAAAAA5c/kZtzXDt2IuY/s1600-h/Untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SuHuwMlfjhI/AAAAAAAAA5c/kZtzXDt2IuY/s320/Untitled1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395856340346179090" 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/1512108653599074952-2357561121470185901?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2357561121470185901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=2357561121470185901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2357561121470185901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2357561121470185901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-got-my-hands-on-liese-bubble.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SuHnxoLa7OI/AAAAAAAAA5E/0p7QCNvIcwI/s72-c/lse_bubble_haircolor_01_img_l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-5199042500507062622</id><published>2009-10-15T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:12:06.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up with an irritated sore throat. :(  I think these past late nights plus eating too much fried stuffs are causing the problem. Talking about sore throat, it reminded me of the show I watched about a woman with an awkwardly huge tongue that's 3 times the normal size of a human's!  It's a sort of disease and I think it's really poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Stb-YICHI-I/AAAAAAAAA48/QnwD3gAD0jk/s320/Image044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392777294249403362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, I just found out that my friend's dog, Prince had just passed away due to an illness. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweet, obedient dog who doesn't really bark but just look at you with cute innocent eyes. Sigh.. I'm sort of missing him, and this is the only pic that I've taken with him. Just pray that he will rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently playing my Sims 3 PC game, but on an infrequent basis. From the start of playing Sims 1 till Sims 3, I find that there's not much difference and I grew bored quite easily. I used to love simulation games alot, but there'll always come to a point when the game starts to get repetitive and there's no ending to it; you just have to continue playing until the Sims died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes don't understand how a person whom I don't know can manage to add me as a friend in Facebook. The thing is, we don't even have mutual friends in common, and that's why I find it puzzled. Already encountered quite a few friend requests, regardless of males or females. They just randomly add you and then I was thinking "Who the hell is this person?" So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hesitating whether I should get a haircut, but I think most probably will because I intend to change my hair colour. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5199042500507062622?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5199042500507062622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5199042500507062622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5199042500507062622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5199042500507062622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/10/woke-up-with-irritated-sore-throat.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Stb-YICHI-I/AAAAAAAAA48/QnwD3gAD0jk/s72-c/Image044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-8871260429654679354</id><published>2009-10-03T20:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:49:25.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;McDonald's version of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm Yours - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Moh version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WGvhiFEJms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WGvhiFEJms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9HXiG41X5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9HXiG41X5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Singapore's version should be much more creative, rather than just copying the Ang Moh's version. But kudos to their courage to sing in public, because most Singaporeans are boring, including me. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I happen to see this video somewhere. LOL... Really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vk4oa5GDqkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vk4oa5GDqkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC 爷爷 won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-8871260429654679354?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8871260429654679354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=8871260429654679354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8871260429654679354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8871260429654679354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/10/pissed-with-sgflea.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-2795233879875372459</id><published>2009-09-29T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:43:50.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really BORED. I kept playing Bejeweled in Facebook today to keep me occupied. See how bored I am. I'm not in the least interested in this year's F1 race, probably the excitement died down right after the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body's aching now after a game of sports yesterday. This shows how long I haven't been exercising. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so easily tired and sleepy nowadays and I don't even have the mood to find jobs now. Just thinking of finding one gives me headache. I don't even have the mood to go shopping nowadays. My mind keeps thinking of going on a holiday, like seriously. It doesn't matter if it's a short trip or what, at least it keeps my mind off on something which I don't wish to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a person who loves procrastinating alot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't even find any interesting stuffs to blog about, because I'm too bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-2795233879875372459?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2795233879875372459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=2795233879875372459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2795233879875372459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2795233879875372459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/09/really-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-8713402185513105867</id><published>2009-09-22T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:31:07.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These were taken a couple of weeks ago at Iluma. Ice cream catcher? Lol wth. I won't be so silly to try getting those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SrjRRM7DRwI/AAAAAAAAA4U/eJfz822X2DM/s320/Photo0483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384283447978313474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SrjRRsnkhQI/AAAAAAAAA4c/j7nLrUVBhI4/s320/Photo0484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384283456486540546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meet Nike the adorable Westie. Playing with him is so fun as he always like to sa jiao, although he's a little aggressive towards other dogs. I still remember he tried to bite me when I first saw him. He's not my dog though. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SrjTkYjUUkI/AAAAAAAAA4s/0uc6FI9kjEs/s320/Photo0506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384285976540762690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can own this Corgi puppy. Awwww freeaaakkking cute lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VWDc9oyBj5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VWDc9oyBj5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this sudden urge of just immigrating to another country and get away from the stressful and suffocating lifestyle here. Probably I'm just tired of the systematic Singaporean lifestyle, which is to get a degree, get a well paying job and work till you die. I don't wanna live this way at all and I don't wanna work till I die. Ok la maybe not that exaggerating, but everyone knows that you can't survive without good qualifications in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the life I'm living right now. Finding whatever jobs now are sort of futile because I just don't have the interest to work. It's not that I'm lazy to work, but after stepping into the working life for a couple of years, it made me realize that I really hate working life. Of course I know that "no work, no money".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows maybe I'll be moving to another country for good? Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-8713402185513105867?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8713402185513105867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=8713402185513105867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8713402185513105867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8713402185513105867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-were-taken-couple-of-weeks-ago-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SrjRRM7DRwI/AAAAAAAAA4U/eJfz822X2DM/s72-c/Photo0483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-6722840429458981309</id><published>2009-09-13T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:23:01.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random happenings</title><content type='html'>Ahhh.. look at how long I haven't been updating my blog. I can't access internet for the past 1 week, which I had no idea what went wrong. Luckily my cousin fixed the problem and now I'm able to surf net! I seriously feel that life without internet is like being in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also the first week since I've quit my job. The feeling of slacking and bumming around is actually better than working in that shitty company. Haha. On the last day of work, the HR manager asked me why I wanna quit.  I've a whole long list of things I'm unhappy with but I only mentioned a few - inflexible time, not able to surf internet blah blah. Then she asked me if the colleagues are ok, and I wanted to mention about my manager but whatever, I shall not bear grudges because who knows I might meet him on the streets one day. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, future seems to be bleak for me. I'd totally no idea what my next job will be like. I feel so sick of office jobs unless the company provides a fun working environment. I don't usually stay long in one company, because I feel that environment and job scope will determine whether I'll stick long enough in that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best is to be my own boss!! I wanna have my own business, but it will not be so easily achieved. Maybe having an online business will be a starting point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                    ----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught 2 movies recently - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year One&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G Force&lt;/span&gt;. Both are not really exceptionally good, especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G Force&lt;/span&gt; because I'd expected it to be better. Nevertheless, the guinea pigs are quite cute. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing curls to my hair, but a bit apprehensive because I've always been having straight hair for 22 years. It's actually a bit boring, that's why I want a new change of hairstyle. Not forgetting that I also wanna colour my hair because the colour's already fading. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall spend my days rotting by playing facebook games or playing my long forgotten DS which I haven't been playing since ages. I need fun injected into my life now...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6722840429458981309?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6722840429458981309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6722840429458981309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6722840429458981309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6722840429458981309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-happenings.html' title='Random happenings'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-5435440121589912674</id><published>2009-08-31T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:11:25.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After all the procrastination, I think the time has come for me to quit my job, although I've said countless of times to several people that I wanna quit. Lol.. It's been 4 months plus ever since, and I quite admire myself for enduring long enough to tolerate all these shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I can tolerate even longer, till probably when my 6 months probation is over, but I find it harder to continue staying in this shitty company with a shitty manager who knows nuts about everything. That's why I said this company has nothing but full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                         --------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like trying the new hair dye product... it looks easier to DIY with the new bubble foam thingy. If it's good, I think I can stop going to salons already. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink! I wonder if it's too striking and really pink, but the colour looks really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SpvEMnoV3xI/AAAAAAAAA4E/sunq_pzKhIo/s320/img_goods_pink_right%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376106301272481554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SpvEErsvqqI/AAAAAAAAA38/uIkJ2pwwp-s/s320/img_goods_pink_left%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376106164925737634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going on a holiday to Taiwan or somewhere. I need a getaway to relieve stress! Don't really feel like finding a job yet, although I know it's gonna take months for me to find one. Shall take one step at a time and see how it goes. Boooo.. I hate working life! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5435440121589912674?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5435440121589912674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5435440121589912674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5435440121589912674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5435440121589912674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-all-procrastination-i-think-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SpvEMnoV3xI/AAAAAAAAA4E/sunq_pzKhIo/s72-c/img_goods_pink_right%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-7035555756127086342</id><published>2009-08-23T13:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:52:59.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm abandoning this blog sooner or later, because I really didn't have the mood to blog about anything lately even though I have lots of rants going on in my mind. I know that I've not been blogging about happy stuffs for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I have some things I wanna vent it out. Nothing seems to make me feel happy recently, probably 'cos of my mood swings. I have sort of unpredictable mood swings whenever the time of the month arrives. It's uncontrollable when I simply flared up over the smallest matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people have been pissing me off too much lately. Few of them are from my company. I don't know why but I just can't help feeling that they are the most stupid and retarded people I've ever met. Stupid is a strong word but it's the best word I can find for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for eg. the DTP artist whom is my colleague in the same dept. She's a classic example of a noob. I seriously think she has a low IQ of 20, maybe? She has difficulty comprehending even when I'm trying to explain to her in the simplest form of English. When I'm asking her A, she can tell me B. When I'm asking her B, she will tell me C. Fucking retard. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can ask me to help her send an email to USA because she claims she doesn't know to explain in email. I think it's called plain stupidity or laziness. Some people just need to be spoonfed. And she definitely has hearing problems or just being "dao". When people standing next to her calling her name several times, she can totally bo chup at all. It's not the first time already, and I've experienced that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think stupidity is an incurable disease, probably for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to type any longer. Shall end here for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-7035555756127086342?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7035555756127086342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=7035555756127086342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7035555756127086342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7035555756127086342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-im-abandoning-this-blog-sooner.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-5199373325933275084</id><published>2009-07-29T20:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:41:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new phone!</title><content type='html'>Just ditched my old Nokia phone and got myself a new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SnBDlkZOaUI/AAAAAAAAA3o/fc_zAxwuBzo/s320/59324xcitefun-samsung-star-s5230-1%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363861468901960002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung Star in pink~ So chio... I like! (Although the colour is quite bimbotic, but who cares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept playing with the phone in the office while I'm feeling bored. Talking about my company makes me pissed off. That stupid HR manager bitch sent an email today to our dept, saying that me and the other guy did not switch off our com monitor when we left the office.. blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, wtf? Lao niang don't switch off monitor also need to be warned? She keeps nitpicking on every single stuff, keeps talking about company policies as though she's reciting the bible. Tmd so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the phone topic. I fiddled with the phone camera to see how the camera quality is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SnBKlqaSHtI/AAAAAAAAA3w/-Zua3nAanYU/s320/Photo0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363869167098404562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me taking pic in the office. Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo quality looks much better than viewed on the phone itself. Honestly, my previous Nokia phone has better camera than this. This Samsung phone doesn't have auto focus and flash. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'm not really fussy about the camera, as long as it takes decent photos. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck and shoulders kept aching like nobody's business. T_T  I wanna go for a nice soothing massage! My head is not spared from the pain today, because I hit my head with the carpark gantry thingy (dunno what's that called). I just wanted to walk the shortcut way from my office to the company bus, and somehow I'm being unlucky today and the thing just hit my head like a knife cutting a carrot. Damn painful can!!! I think I'm gonna be a retard soon. Lol... Felt blur at that moment and the impact was quite strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking when I wanna quit. Haven't really decided the day yet, but I think it'll be coming soon.. Lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5199373325933275084?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5199373325933275084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5199373325933275084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5199373325933275084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5199373325933275084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-phone.html' title='My new phone!'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SnBDlkZOaUI/AAAAAAAAA3o/fc_zAxwuBzo/s72-c/59324xcitefun-samsung-star-s5230-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-1780873906906854013</id><published>2009-07-20T00:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:50:54.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously think that my manager is a total noob. He knows nuts about our company website, and wants things his own way even after trying to explain to him how things work. Tsk.. and the DTP artist keeps asking me about doing the flash thingy, which I had very little knowledge of. Yet that stupid manager kept pushing me to do the flash, which I already mentioned to him before that it's not within my job scope and I don't even know how. Moreover the flash software isn't even installed in my com! You tell me how la! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, hello? How come USA has different people to do different tasks, yet I'm suppose to do the flash thingy myself? They have their own web designer, and I'm just doing web content, not a web designer or whatever. Even if I know how, I won't be idiotic to show that I know how to do it. I'm being paid peanuts, and nobody seems to give a shit of what I do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why the previous guy before me quit after 4 months. I think it's my turn soon.. haha. The only thing I'm looking forward about work is my pay at the end of the month. I don't have the morale to do things well when the manager doesn't even understand what I'm doing and why I'm being employed in this company for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, shall stop ranting about work for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter The Half Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt; movie on Saturday, and I must say it's so damn BORING. I sat throughout the whole show for almost 3 hours till my butt is painful. It's so uninteresting that I felt like falling asleep. I think sticking to the book is so much better than watching the movie. The part when Dumbledore used his last bit of magic to help Harry by finishing off those creatures was quite touching though, but too little details on exciting parts and too much focus on minor stuffs. So sad that I haven't even read the last book yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I heard that a 3D movie for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Destination&lt;/span&gt; will be coming up soon. Somehow reminded me of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Bloody Valentine&lt;/span&gt; movie in 3D that I watched before. I think it'll be damn cool, and it's definitely better than watching animation in 3D. 3D animation to me just doesn't seem worth to watch. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change my phone, and most probably getting a new phone number. I hate it when ah neis like to keep calling me, as though my number comes from Bollywood. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1780873906906854013?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1780873906906854013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1780873906906854013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1780873906906854013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1780873906906854013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/07/sian-ahhh-thats-only-thing-in-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-7737444168460025204</id><published>2009-07-13T21:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:22:04.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a proper update after for so long. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the bitches on the company bus were damn noisy as they were laughing and talking like a bunch of monkeys. 一群臭婆娘. I can even hear their incessant loud noises while listening to mp3. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck's still aching now and then, and it's irritating the hell out of me. It's always at the same spot where the ache is. I don't know what else I can do except stretching and cracking my bones till I feel slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I'm contemplating of buying a new handphone and I'm more of looking towards Samsung phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls2iiYrYPI/AAAAAAAAA10/Lg_Icevd1mY/s320/samsung-s8300-4%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357936148661100786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung Ultratouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls1QBtJ9FI/AAAAAAAAA1k/S8WbD8zXdNU/s320/59324,xcitefun-samsung-star-s5230-1%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357934731139347538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Samsung Star based on the design and the colour ('cos it's pink!), but I was thinking whether I'll ever get used to touch screen phone. At least Ultratouch has both keypads and a  touch screen. Aiya shall see how la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 12th july&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with the poly peeps at Suntec, followed by Clarke Quay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were deciding for quite long on where to go for lunch, and I only contributed some suggestions as I already ate lunch on that day. Finally in the end, we went to Pastamania. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the arcade since there's nothing much we can do at Suntec. Ahh.. I think I still feel like a kid lor.. Still feel excited over a game. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, Liting had to go to Chinatown to collect something, so we followed her and thought of settling our dinner there. I had a sudden craving for bak kut teh, so I suggested going to Clarke Quay instead. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls9BrD-EqI/AAAAAAAAA20/4rjWfCFDwi0/s320/12_July_2009+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357943280635876002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yummy pig trotters... Sinful but deeelicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls9BdAdHeI/AAAAAAAAA2s/O0u0A6bDSWU/s320/12_July_2009+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357943276863036898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating like a hungry pig. LOL~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls9BIcad1I/AAAAAAAAA2k/A9Pfl_3ueoY/s320/12_July_2009+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357943271343159122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate until shiok shiok. :p After that, we walked around Boat Quay after the fulfilling dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we started to take many nonsensical photos with Liting's DSLR 'cos we were damn boliao. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls59Lbp_CI/AAAAAAAAA18/zwE4BEKeRzE/s320/12_July_2009+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357939904890928162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with the statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls59ShFMxI/AAAAAAAAA2E/zSO2uIf3T44/s320/12_July_2009+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357939906792731410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the river. I don't understand why there's a big gap in between. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, there's this 怪叔叔 who turned his head and kept staring at me for like 3 seconds before he walked off. It gave me goosebumps and I felt super uncomfortable. Eeeww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls59mnzBCI/AAAAAAAAA2M/EjNYGHepNmU/s320/12_July_2009+096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357939912189608994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the railings. Seriously.. the whole day we were busy taking photos lor.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls59xDzhQI/AAAAAAAAA2U/2AuoFUMsC7k/s320/12_July_2009+108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357939914991437058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls_922NrpI/AAAAAAAAA3I/pMfehTKxiZg/s320/12_July_2009+109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357946513614810770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wearing Junwen's cap. Trying to act hip hop.. Wahaha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls_-15ezdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Quo0ZCz19FY/s320/12_July_2009+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357946530539949522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me posing with a lamp post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SltAvKpauRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/3Q0X6NWYVKQ/s320/12_July_2009+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357947360743438610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhihao's trying to imitate my pose but failed. Wrong leg la dey. Lol~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SltAfPgTNvI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/P6dhmYcLvpY/s320/12_July_2009+112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357947087169468146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too dark to see our faces, but I think the lightings on the ground are quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls5-EJuFWI/AAAAAAAAA2c/GFy5_TMZfy0/s320/12_July_2009+115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357939920116520290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tio summon for exceeding parking time. Haha.. He still can pose and smile with the ticket. Win liao lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all.. There are far too many photos to be uploaded which I'm lazy and I'm just picking a few random ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; I feel like taking unpaid leave tomorrow because I'm so so so sick of work and there's nothing much for me to and I don't wanna rot in the office whole day staring at the stupid com with no internet. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-7737444168460025204?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7737444168460025204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=7737444168460025204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7737444168460025204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7737444168460025204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-bitches-on-company-bus-are-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sls2iiYrYPI/AAAAAAAAA10/Lg_Icevd1mY/s72-c/samsung-s8300-4%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-187450523153902283</id><published>2009-07-02T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:27:03.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of my company</title><content type='html'>Using the mask now as I'm typing this, and it makes me a little refreshed after a shag day. I felt quite pissed off with some of the minor things that happened today, because it seems as though things/people keep going against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took half day off yesterday in the afternoon as I was having a headache, followed by giddiness. Manager wasn't around yesterday, so I simply just emailed my dept ppl without notifying the HR that I was taking leave. It totally didn't cross my mind, because I just wanted to go off quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I suddenly remembered that I was suppose to inform HR, because it's our so called responsibility to adhere to their stupid policy. Well, the HR bitch emailed me about it, making a huge fuss and I thought of just ignoring the email without replying. When manager wanted to see me about this issue, I was like wtf? Is it really such a big issue to keep harping on it? I mean, at least I took the responsibility of filling up the leave application form and let my manager sign today. I can totally just heck care and pretend that I had never taken leave, and nobody will know. It's not like I purposely don't wanna inform HR right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even wanted me to go see the HR bitch, but I was really reluctant to do so. I didn't wanna see her face that always give a smirky look. It's so damn bloody irritating. In the end, I just emailed telling her that I'll take note of this in future blah blah.. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sort of late today for work, and I realize that we are suppose to call the stupid HR hotline should we fail to report to work on time. Nabei. Seriously, I don't really care. I really really contemplate of just handing in my resignation letter and end this retarded nonsense once and for all. Totally sick of this job and everything about it. The only good thing about me being on probation is that I can just give 1 day's notice and I can leave that bloody company for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dread going to work tomorrow and the coming weekdays. Sickening la.. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-187450523153902283?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/187450523153902283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=187450523153902283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/187450523153902283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/187450523153902283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-of-my-company.html' title='Sick of my company'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-6232888028061799309</id><published>2009-06-21T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:23:02.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My shoulders and neck have been aching quite badly the past few days, especially when I'm using com in the office. Even thought of going for a massage but was worried that it's just a waste of money without relieving any pain at all. In the end my ache recovered by itself, but I think it will come back again maybe. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat prata at Thomson with Liting and Zhihao on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sj3KnyOh6zI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Px74ecnC1hM/s320/Image139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349654717232442162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liting ordered Uttapam with Cheese. All of us tasted and find it a bit sour and I don't like it. In the end she left half of the portion uneaten. Lol.. wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sj3KnmTKTGI/AAAAAAAAA1U/M0s_kyBV3ik/s320/Image138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349654714030640226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My egg prata is the safest bet. Lol.. but I find the prata a little too thin. Tasted more like tissue prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sj3KnXtqReI/AAAAAAAAA1M/zBJCodSioSg/s320/Image137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349654710115255778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhihao's banana and chocolate prata. Not bad, but find it a little too sweet for my liking. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to stay out late but due to work the next day, I need ample rest or else I'll be very lethargic. Sian.. I really hate my work. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to catch a movie "I Love You, Man" yesterday. Quite a light hearted movie with some funny dialogues during the show. I wanna watch Harry Potter: The Half Blood Prince movie, but I can't really recall whether I read that book before. I think I already forgotten the whole story. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes so fast and it's gonna be weekday soon. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate work!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6232888028061799309?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6232888028061799309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6232888028061799309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6232888028061799309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6232888028061799309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-shoulders-and-neck-have-been-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sj3KnyOh6zI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Px74ecnC1hM/s72-c/Image139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-2491592652044217982</id><published>2009-06-03T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:50:22.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work's still the same old boring routine. I shall rate work as the best solution for curing insomnia (if I have any), even better than sleeping pills because I always fall asleep in the office without fail. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloured my hair on Monday and the fat woman who washed my hair sucks lor. She's so dedicated in her job that she washed my face as well.  -.-" Not the whole face though but I seriously don't know how she can qualify as a hairdresser. She managed to stain my white pants with the colour dye as well. Nei nei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that my hair has finally reached my boobs. LOL.. Waited this day for so long.. I think I've been waiting for my hair to grow since 1 year plus ago. Still remembered last time when my hair was only above shoulder length and fringe was like mushroom. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my hand was feeling itchy just now and I went to cut my own fringe. Lol.. I'm not a pro but I tried my best. I didn't dare to cut my fringe at salons anymore after so many traumatic experiences. Now my fringe looks a bit kuku la but aiya, it will grow long soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encountered a weird man which I think is a crazy one. He suddenly halted infront of me and at first I thought he wanna ask directions or something. He only just stared at me and look as though he wanna kill me. So scary. So many crazy people on the streets nowadays.. Why IMH never do their job huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I'm taking leave this Friday. Woohoo!! Can't wait to enjoy the long weekend because work really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end this post with my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SiZ-8n4ajmI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Y3dVY4uUzP4/s320/Image133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343097587884527202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.. See how happy I am looking forward to weekend! LOL.. Ok it's retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-2491592652044217982?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2491592652044217982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=2491592652044217982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2491592652044217982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2491592652044217982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/06/works-still-same-old-boring-routine.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SiZ-8n4ajmI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Y3dVY4uUzP4/s72-c/Image133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-2298599315547497915</id><published>2009-05-28T00:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:43:18.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>I was actually thinking of sleeping early tonight, but ended up blogging now because I thought I'm very bored and that I'll have no chance of accessing internet in my stupid office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sh1pKX-HH1I/AAAAAAAAA0c/kYVnl7Iy0N0/s320/Image126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340540360085413714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I'm so bored that I doodled this in the office. Meh~ Quite some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sh1pjuBuFFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/AKBylJb1308/s320/Image134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340540795502859346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya, I'm so bored that I took pictures of myself in the office. Look at my expression and you'll know how much I hate working there. Oooo I love my hair in this picture. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sh1qHaNFHWI/AAAAAAAAA08/9UPhgFIHbaE/s320/Image118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340541408657087842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also very random to take this picture of the poster pasted behind every toilet door in the cubicle. See how stupid it is. I really feel like I'm in a primary school and it makes me feel young again for being treated like a school kid, if there's any consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really can't find the joy in working there at all. I often try to occupy and entertain myself by listening to mp3 and finding things to do because most of the time I'll be rotting. I can't believe that my ex Blue colleagues are complaining when they have no work to do, but they didn't know how fortunate they are to have internet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how long I can last. It seems like a marathon but I'll try to run the race a little longer, if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;   Missed the bus today and was late for 1 min, even though I tried to walk very fast and strained my leg muscles and it's so painful that I feel my legs are going to break and drop on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the incessant grumbling, because I just can't help it. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-2298599315547497915?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2298599315547497915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=2298599315547497915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2298599315547497915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2298599315547497915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Sh1pKX-HH1I/AAAAAAAAA0c/kYVnl7Iy0N0/s72-c/Image126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-874985321872461309</id><published>2009-05-19T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:15:12.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.. Just so sick of it...</title><content type='html'>I'm getting sick of my job as time goes by. It's been 1 month and few days now, and the feeling of going to work everyday just dampens my mood. Trying to endure as what people have been telling me, saying that the economy is bad blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, if not I won't be sticking around for so long. But I wonder what's the use of living when one hates his job but hangs on just for the sake of money? I don't know, just pondering over this question. Today had the strongest urge of just leaving all my work there and quit on the spot. Feeling extremely sleepy that I kept falling asleep at my workdesk. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to wake up early in the morning at 5 plus tomorrow for some stupid training. Wtf. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this guy whom I don't know added me in msn, and for some reason I stupidly went to view his webcam and saw something which I'm not suppose to see. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my eyes won't go sore tomorrow. Argh damnit. That psychotic pervert. Thou shall not see evil. Immediately deleted his contact after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm going to bed soon, if not I'll be getting grumpy again. Ahhh shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day, I hope. *Cross fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-874985321872461309?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/874985321872461309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=874985321872461309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/874985321872461309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/874985321872461309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-just-so-sick-of-it.html' title='Sick.. Just so sick of it...'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-4175278862593314443</id><published>2009-05-17T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:08:44.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I've not been blogging nowadays, because there isn't much to talk about, so... Anyway not many people read my blog la, that's why I can't be bothered. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been thinking quite alot recently, but I chose not to think about the unhappy stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If it's meant to end, it will end eventually. No point dragging it even though it seems as though no problems exist but underneath the surface, we know it's not working.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Just sincerely hope that you can finally move on and so we can lead our own lives in a better way. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been feeling exceptionally lazy, not that I'm not lazy now but I don't know why I have no motivation to do something useful. Haha.. The lazy bugs are all over inside my body. And I've been sleeping irregularly and caused my face to suffer massive breakouts. Argh damn the God who created humans to have pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no inspirations to blog at all, but I thought I just wanna make my blog a bit alive. Haha. And now my stomach's muscles are strained and it feels as though I've done some sit ups when I did none at all. It's quite painful when I sit straight. No idea why it's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And work is still the same boring one. Just heard 2 of my colleagues having a conflict which I don't know what happened. And one of the colleagues was being extremely grumpy and kept mumbling to herself. I think she's suffering from menopause. My department is extremely boring and filled with aunties lor. How to enjoy working environment like this? Not to mention there's no internet access at all. Tamade. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm running out of things to blog le. Tadah. Lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-4175278862593314443?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4175278862593314443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=4175278862593314443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4175278862593314443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4175278862593314443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-ive-not-been-blogging-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-5956513065950114873</id><published>2009-04-22T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:56:32.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working = sucks</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been ages since I've last updated my blog. Neglected it for so long. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has barely started for less than 2 weeks, and I'm already sick of that job. It's not about the job itself, but the working environment. Totally lifeless and sucky. Let's see why it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No internet access (Kill me please)&lt;br /&gt;- No MSN (Another killer)&lt;br /&gt;- Punctuality (Cannot be late for a freaking single min)&lt;br /&gt;- Journey along the way to office is sucky&lt;br /&gt;- Old auntie colleagues which I can't seem to click well with&lt;br /&gt;- No eating at work desk&lt;br /&gt;- Need to arrive office early for training every week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many other more restrictions which I'm lazy to list out. The first 2 can already kill me instantly, especially the first few days of work when I had nothing to do at all. I mean wtf. It's really ridiculous and I wonder how do people tolerate working in this freaking environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I missed my previous co. so much, sigh. I had this strong feeling that I won't be staying there for long, because it's just not the environment that I want. Just thinking about waking up at 5 plus on this Friday makes me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few things going on but I don't have the memory to jot them down. I shall try to blog as often as possible (which I think it's quite hard). I'm already anticipating to doze off at work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, don't know what to write already. My mind is full of "I don't wanna work tomorrow" thoughts. Lol. I shall try to stick around for 1 month before I decide anything. 1 month to me is like a year, torturous and slow death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end here for now. Zzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5956513065950114873?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5956513065950114873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5956513065950114873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5956513065950114873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5956513065950114873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/04/working-sucks.html' title='Working = sucks'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-6875994089396783457</id><published>2009-04-12T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:04:10.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish to be single again, and now I really feel like being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood was totally spoilt last night. I just wanna thoroughly enjoy being out with my friends, and I was forced to lie to you because I know you would be worried. And I was right. No matter how truthful I was to you the previous times, it doesn't seem to make you gain trust in me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday without fail you would keep asking me what I'm doing right now, as if you are interrogating a criminal. I'm tired and sick of reporting to you, but I still did that. Even when I'm out with friends, you would even sms me. The chains of restrictions are bounded onto me when all I wanted was just a little privacy and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you trust me whatever I was doing outside, but I really doubt so. Your actions already revealed your inner thoughts. When you told me how worried you were and stayed under my blk waiting for me, I was really scared of you. Totally. It freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite assuring you and sending you sms, you still chose to do it your own way. I understand your worries, but I think it's becoming overboard. I just want a little peace, is that so difficult at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told you truthfully I was out with guy friends, I know you are unhappy about it although you didn't say it out. All I wanted was just TRUST AND RESPECT. Yet you used your unwanted worries and set it upon me, making me feel like the most guilty person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this kind of restriction. I'm really sick and tired of it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna be single again. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6875994089396783457?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6875994089396783457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6875994089396783457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6875994089396783457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6875994089396783457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-wish-to-be-single-again-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-7490882781989237794</id><published>2009-04-08T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:47:56.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Starting work next Monday, and I have this dreadful feeling about it. Dunno why but I think I'm too used to staying at home rotting and slacking that I don't have the slightest mood to go work. Working life is so mundane and tedious. Imagine waking up early in the morning (my job doesn't allow me to arrive late even for a minute -.-) when I'm already so used to sleeping and waking up late. I think I really got to adjust my lifestyle back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought several clothes for work wear and I already spent a couple of hundred bucks. Guess I really need to start working soon to earn back those money. If not, my bank account will be depleting soon like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I was turning on my com, and there's this noisy fan sound coming from the CPU which I've never experienced it before. Then the com kinda went cranky and the screen showed me a weird menu which I've never seen before. I thought my com was dead, but eventually nothing bad happened. Phew. I don't want anything happen to my com, if not I don't know how am I gonna spend the days without a com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have many things to buy, and I'm waiting for my clothes to arrive in my mailbox. Actually I have no exact idea of the dress code, except that I know it's working clothes. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-7490882781989237794?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7490882781989237794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=7490882781989237794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7490882781989237794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7490882781989237794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/04/starting-work-next-monday-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-1914910563657830182</id><published>2009-04-02T16:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:44:26.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Zoo trip~</title><content type='html'>I'm getting rather lazy to blog nowadays, dunno why but I'm growing exceptionally lazy as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for job interview last Tuesday and I was stuck in the room for about 1 and a half hour before I came out. First person who interviewed me was a guy and he asked me lots of questions regarding my previous  job. After his interview, he told me that the HR personnel will be coming in shortly to interview me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "huh again?". After he left, shortly after came a grumpy looking woman in her mid 30s to 40s. I had this immediate feeling that it wasn't going to be good. She asked me lots of questions regarding the job which I'm applying, trying to test my reaction and judging what kind of replies I'm gonna give her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I totally dislike her as she passed some insensitive comments like "What went wrong when you had been jobless for 6 months eh?" and she gave a snotty face as though she's looking down on me or what. Like wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Screw her upside down. That 老处女 face gives me the impression that no guys will ever marry her. Oops I forgot that nobody will bother to fark her because it's mouldy down her nether regions. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like the worst interview I've ever had. I was cursing her in my mind when she was talking to me. Fugly old hag. Even when I'm about to leave, she gave this sort of snobbish expression that I feel like bashing her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt bad that Dear waited for me for so long, as we were planning to go to zoo after my interview. It was our 2nd Zoo trip, yet again. He had gotten free admission so we thought of not wasting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SdSDbIDyZrI/AAAAAAAAAzs/mI6diC36YAE/s320/IMG+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320021561874474674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SdSDap4Z3gI/AAAAAAAAAzk/C71CqXzVExU/s320/IMG+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320021553773665794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SdSEadW72xI/AAAAAAAAAz8/wR1Bi3CTY1A/s320/IMG+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320022649923689234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Carousel! $4 per ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SdSEaORcoZI/AAAAAAAAAz0/FmSQXCcrghI/s320/IMG+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320022645874139538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kiosk selling $3 for a packet of chips or a bottle of mineral water. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SdSF_R9glqI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Kucusmuo_04/s320/IMG+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320024382031042210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute Polar Bear in a funny sitting position. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SdSFdzlza0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/-7P1lFMMgUo/s320/IMG+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320023806942866242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Pony. I don't dare to stay too close to it 'cos I was afraid it will bite me. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to upload more pics. Yeah, that's how lazy I am now. A second trip somehow makes it seem a little boring but thankfully there's the new animals corner after the renovation had completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok shall stop here already. Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1914910563657830182?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1914910563657830182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1914910563657830182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1914910563657830182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1914910563657830182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/04/second-zoo-trip.html' title='Second Zoo trip~'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SdSDbIDyZrI/AAAAAAAAAzs/mI6diC36YAE/s72-c/IMG+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-3969730481668639345</id><published>2009-03-25T17:05:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:40:05.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner @ Zhihao's house</title><content type='html'>Yesterday received a call from an agent, saying that he will send my resume to his client. This morning, I was awoken twice by 2 calls. The 1st call was actually some stupid person calling me to do some SIA survey, wtf. I thought it was a person asking me to come down for interview or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd call was much better. It's another person asking me to come down for interview next week, but it's another job position. Yeah, like finally. Hopefully I can get pass through the interview round and faster get the job. I need monehhh~~~ My voice was so groggy and my mind was still blur when I answered those phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week went to Zhihao's house to cook dinner, but first we went for grocery shopping and we even need to buy basic necessities, like salt and oil because his kitchen was pathetic. Almost everything was expired. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finished buying our stuffs at the supermarket, there's this cheena auntie who spoke in a super strong accent blocking our path, and both Liting and I were dumbfounded. Lol. She kept pointing to the stamp and implied to us that she wanted us to redeem the stamps from our receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhihao was the victim and he was forced by that auntie to go redeem the stamps for her. LOL. We wanted to escape but she forbidded us to go off. Tsk. It's kind of annoying, but the way how Zhihao talked to her made us laugh like mad. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we finally reached his house and started preparing for the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Scn6rvP7B7I/AAAAAAAAAyE/68jepSYou2w/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317056464412149682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how mouldy the soya sauce container is. Shows how long it's been unused. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Scn7JilrM1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/kVsGbYvSPWI/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317056976409801554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients laid out ready to be cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Scn8FJoxlEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/D23o_4ADdJY/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317058000504067138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cooking seafood spaghetti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Scn8FyY1XGI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Kj1VV-QEh9U/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317058011443059810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhihao posing and acting as if he's really cooking, but no, he only knows how to eat. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Scn-tvl_uDI/AAAAAAAAAys/wRqMxrAU0q8/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317060896910981170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fake pose of Zhihao instructing Liting how to cook. LMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Scn-tHc3iHI/AAAAAAAAAyk/YnjV2uwg_Zk/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317060886135277682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My masterpiece - Seafood Aglio Olio~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Scn_y_0aFvI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Cpj_bmbQ3Rs/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317062086677370610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And second dish - Stir fried sambal kangkong with prawns. Cooked by me and Liting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Scn_yuDk3TI/AAAAAAAAAy0/XEcnEjmG9WY/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317062081909153074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liting's dish - Butter mushrooms. Both me and Zhihao refused to eat. Hahaha... But we were forced to eat a bit. Lol.. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/ScoBuXTwtFI/AAAAAAAAAzE/cUHXMBiRj8A/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317064206106801234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to makan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/ScoBukjuUuI/AAAAAAAAAzM/zZNTCcSgFdM/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317064209663415010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timer shot. LOL.. Our funny expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/ScoDOmd3EUI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Zp5tkLO23Bg/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317065859443134786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly... our ice cream dessert~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/ScoDO50Og_I/AAAAAAAAAzc/Ql3VaQiC0o0/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317065864637219826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching home, I suddenly remembered that we forgot all about the eggs when we had already bought them! Arhhhh... wasted. I bet Zhihao won't be touching those eggs and will let them rot. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking is fun, but preparing the ingredients and washing the dishes are a chore. I wanna try learning to cook other dishes if possible. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-3969730481668639345?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3969730481668639345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=3969730481668639345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3969730481668639345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3969730481668639345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/03/dinner-zhihaos-house.html' title='Dinner @ Zhihao&apos;s house'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/Scn6rvP7B7I/AAAAAAAAAyE/68jepSYou2w/s72-c/IMG_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-8693881981205610818</id><published>2009-03-20T17:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:27:25.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leona Lewis !!!</title><content type='html'>Omg.. I've been addicted to Leona Lewis's songs currently. I mean quite a few of her songs are so damn nice that I keep playing them in my playlist. Her vocals are so powerful and impactful that I think she's one of the few whom I think has the best voice ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my favourites (No MTVs, just listen to the song only):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a bow&lt;/span&gt; (Same song title as Rihanna's but different song and much better) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9EmuUt1hLB4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9EmuUt1hLB4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Will Be&lt;/span&gt; (Avril Lavigne Ft. Leona Lewis):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_M1lcdrDfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_M1lcdrDfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone did the edits to this song, because I don't think the original sounds like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course not to forget her classics like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Better in Time&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the youtube and she was singing on American Idol (Or UK Idol) live and even Simon Cowell couldn't stop praising her voice and stood up and clapped for her. So rare lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise that she's only 2 years older than me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this hype about the singer Lady Gaga recently, because I keep hearing people mentioning her name. Almost all her songs are disco types and they are not really my cup of tea. Leona Lewis still rules. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-8693881981205610818?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8693881981205610818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=8693881981205610818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8693881981205610818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8693881981205610818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/03/leona-lewis.html' title='Leona Lewis !!!'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-1796410206095185788</id><published>2009-03-18T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:14:30.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy 3rd year anniversary on 16th March, Dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing more and more strange noises coming from upstairs, even in ungodly hours like 12am or even 4am, and the occurrence of these noises are getting more and more. I hope I'm not hallucinating but I can't make out exactly what the sound is. It's like moving furniture sound or faint echoes that give me slight goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just plain annoying. I guess it's that new occupant that keeps making a din. It wasn't like this until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be entirely bored this week since that boy is going on cruise with his friends. Damn jealous. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I have plans on this week, but I think I'll be bored to death and rot if I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1796410206095185788?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1796410206095185788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1796410206095185788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1796410206095185788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1796410206095185788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-3rd-year-anniversary-on-16th.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-105737803840489686</id><published>2009-03-15T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:25:58.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Bloody Valentine&lt;/span&gt; yesterday with Dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SbzdrUXRHcI/AAAAAAAAAx0/AlSUKSW0qBU/s320/my-bloody-valentine-3d-200812080354%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313365396660755906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's in 3D, so we need to wear those 'special' glasses for the show. Damn excited about it because it was our first time watching 3D movie in a cinema. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SbzeLyko7fI/AAAAAAAAAx8/AjuYTJ4FAhE/s320/Image117%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313365954525720050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cringed alot throughout the whole show because there were so many gruesome scenes of cutting up of human limbs and organs, and the 3D effect makes it seem as though the killer threw a pickaxe right infront of your face. Of course, I flinched. Lol. But dear said it's not very gruesome at all. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the glasses caused one of my ears pain. Overall it was quite interesting la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also at Bugis yesterday and there's the campus superstar event held over there. The first contestant really sang very well, but I don't like that small kid. I dunno what's the hell good about him. Maybe good at acting cute, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we saw Zhou Chongqing walking past us. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm sort of addicted to playing Facebook games, thanks to dear. I tried hard to keep breaking records and make new high scores. Lol. But after awhile I played until I was quite tired of it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was such a damn good weather to sleep. I only woke up at 4pm. Lol. Now I'm feeling sort of sleepy again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-105737803840489686?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/105737803840489686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=105737803840489686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/105737803840489686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/105737803840489686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/03/watched-my-bloody-valentine-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SbzdrUXRHcI/AAAAAAAAAx0/AlSUKSW0qBU/s72-c/my-bloody-valentine-3d-200812080354%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-6946624975085833215</id><published>2009-03-12T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:21:44.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickening noise pollution</title><content type='html'>The annoying noise pollution coming from the drilling noises upstairs are driving me nuts. It's been ongoing from 10am till now (as I'm typing this). Arghhh the noises had disturbed my sleep, or else I'd have been still sleeping. *&amp;amp;$^&amp;amp;@#@()#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a headache after all these noise pollution. I had a feeling this will continue for another 2 or 3 more days. Damnit. Think I'll go crazy soon. Grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently almost every day, I could hear moving furnitures, even at the wee hours of the night (like even 4am!!) Scary right. Heard that there's a new family moving in. Argh fcuking piece of shit. So annoying....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noise pollution had made my mood even worse now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6946624975085833215?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6946624975085833215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6946624975085833215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6946624975085833215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6946624975085833215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/03/sickening-noise-pollution.html' title='Sickening noise pollution'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-1743334142798385840</id><published>2009-03-11T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:13:10.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have some slight problems reading the clock time. I was sleeping when I opened my eyes to look at the time. Thinking that it was only 8am plus, I went back to sleep although I felt that I'm quite energetic enough to wake up. After awhile, I opened my eyes again to look at the time, and suddenly it's 4pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought that the clock has malfunctioned or that my minutes of sleep had become the longest sleep I've ever had. Lol. No wonder I was feeling energetic. Ahh stupid sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to sleeping late and waking up late the next day already and can't change back to normal sleeping time. Sighs, unless I'm working or else this will become my routine everyday for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to rot at home to death soon. Somehow recently I felt a tinge of mild depression in me. It's a sort of feeling that's indescribable, maybe it's due to the months of slacking at home without doing anything useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out and have a short vacation or something!! I need to relax and forget all these shit problems for now. Sighsss. Slacking too much at home is not nice afterall. It makes me feel like a useless thing. I don't wanna fall deeper into depression anymore. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1743334142798385840?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1743334142798385840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1743334142798385840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1743334142798385840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1743334142798385840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-i-have-some-slight-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-8015110995586553952</id><published>2009-03-08T22:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:34:19.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dunno why but everytime I open hotmail on IE, it will hang for a 5 to 10 mins before I can even reply an email, sometimes even longer. It's really nerve wrecking that I feel like smashing my computer. Hotmail totally sucks, but the only 'good' thing about it is there's a notification pop up from msn informing me that I have a new mail. That's all. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back, I had an uncontrollable craving to shop online. It's like an addiction, really. Whenever I'm online and had nothing much to do, I'd browse for shopping but I kept telling myself that I can't buy this and that. The urge is really strong and I had to keep fighting back the feeling. Tamade. Well, at least my addiction is harmless to other ppl, unlike smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received the jacket from online but like what I had expected, I don't really like it and had to sell it online. Tried to advertise it but there's a new rule implementation on that community that I must have at least one postive feedback from ppl who have bought from me, or else I can't advertise. It's like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I just open a shop and haven't sell a single stuff yet, how the hell am I gonna get a positive feedback? From a ghost? Stupid. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I received the bb cream which I bought online. Hehe, too many stuffs I wanted and I can't help it. It's skinfood aloe sun bb cream, and I think that the tube looks kinda small to me. Gonna try it someday and see if it's really good as what the reviews said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh shucks, where am I suppose to find lobang for the IT fair? I need to find a job, like seriously. Those muthafarking  job agents who disappeared should just go to hell. Grrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-8015110995586553952?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8015110995586553952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=8015110995586553952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8015110995586553952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8015110995586553952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dunno-why-but-everytime-i-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-3124131179953142421</id><published>2009-03-02T16:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:45:16.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just now my lower abdomen had an acute pain and I thought it was stomachache. I was constantly in sharp pain and the thing is, it doesn't seem like a stomachache nor cramps. The pain was so unbearable that I broke out in cold sweat (or maybe because I was caught in the rain yesterday, thus the cold sweat). I thought I was gonna faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to lie down on bed and position myself so as to make the pain go away itself but it was to no avail. Then I tried the sucking in method, meaning I suck in my stomach and see if the pain will go away. I always use this method to get rid of stomachaches. Luckily it kinda works and the pain gradually subsided. Until now I still had a bit of sickness here and there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this video about bears begging for food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.liveleak.com/e/48a_1235456023"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/48a_1235456023" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="450" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite cute to see those highly intelligent bears doing tricks to please the audience so as to get more food. But eh, I wonder if the zookeeper fed them any at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... another stupid agent went missing in action, again. Sucks man. I think I'm so sick in finding jobs that I'm contemplating of opening a business myself and confirm not jobless. Imagine going online everyday, searching for suitable jobs and sending resumes online, wait for progress.... and the cycle continues. Is the economy so BAD that maybe even the job adverts they posted are just a bluff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I'm so "sick" today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-3124131179953142421?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/3124131179953142421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=3124131179953142421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3124131179953142421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/3124131179953142421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-now-my-lower-abodmen-had-acute.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-6385599931586344443</id><published>2009-02-23T17:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:09:42.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with poly mates</title><content type='html'>I'm having giddy spells just now and went to rest for awhile when my phone rang. Another agent yet again. I hope they don't just disappear in this world after assuring me they'll get back to me soon. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday with the poly mates was damn fun. Hahaha. We laughed until like nobody's business and did alot of cranky stuffs. Damn funny la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, pictures time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Heeren.&lt;br /&gt;Horny Elmo!! Alot of people went up to take photos with that freak. I think it looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SaJwx1m0HpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/j2vuYuXO9sI/s320/Image120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305927312501644946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liting holding 2 hearts balloons which were from some guy who's distributing balloons. I refused to hold the balloons. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SaJwyHPQ2wI/AAAAAAAAAwg/P3ahfsSUsoA/s320/Image119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305927317234703106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SaJwx0MOmGI/AAAAAAAAAwY/zwUB-eYGX5o/s320/Image118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305927312121698402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhihao posing with the balloons with a fcuked up face. LOLOL. He looks buay song and kept asking me to hurry up to take the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SaJxRQlL1gI/AAAAAAAAAww/ph9xMtd-TA4/s320/Image123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305927852318512642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially they wanna make fun of the elmo with the balloons, for goodness dunno what. Lol. In the end, they gave up the idea and they said they wanna eat dinner. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SaJwyFctGEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/m9yAYp2O_cI/s320/Image124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305927316754208834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junwen suggested eating at the Marche style restaurant called Village I think, but we realized it was already closed down long ago. Lol. Noobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up eating at the Shokudo Japanese Market which is also a kind of Marche's style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin's curry pork chop rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SaJzn5HcJuI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vS_E7VnxbWQ/s320/Image128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305930440179984098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese style omelette. I like this!! Damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SaJznvl6uyI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Bqrqx_JLl0E/s320/Image127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305930437623462690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junwen's rosti with egg and sausage. I tasted and I kinda hate it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SaJznrwhYVI/AAAAAAAAAxA/a1hU2lvWlvc/s320/Image126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305930436594196818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mine....!! Japanese Omu rice with seafood. The only distinctive seafood I've tasted is the crabmeat, while I'm unable to taste the existence of other kinds of seafood. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SaJznvWkfsI/AAAAAAAAAw4/v5WcrD6JoCM/s320/Image125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305930437559090882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, the guys started to think of weird ideas to play with the balloon. Wahaha. Stupid but damn funny man! They suck the helium air out of the balloon so as to make their voices turn funny. I made Junwen say "I'm a chiobu." WAHAHA. Laughed my ass off. Buay tahan them. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7be6d29d0aeaa0d0" 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://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7be6d29d0aeaa0d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331188009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49D78E6DB21C0C133A4F66447B43846DDE55E919.99F7C730D8084E8A278E035FF0FB1A3E4FF677C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7be6d29d0aeaa0d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVhyYOLPiIjUoZr_xE9hO-Xr7NPA&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://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7be6d29d0aeaa0d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331188009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49D78E6DB21C0C133A4F66447B43846DDE55E919.99F7C730D8084E8A278E035FF0FB1A3E4FF677C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7be6d29d0aeaa0d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVhyYOLPiIjUoZr_xE9hO-Xr7NPA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fooling around, we went to eat Mango Ice at the nearby dessert shop!! That's my "birthday present" again. Same as 2 years ago. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mangoes are damn nice~~!!! I wanna eat again next time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SaJznyMxWxI/AAAAAAAAAxY/f9Rbt5eXWb4/s320/Image129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305930438323297042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had a hard time thinking of where to go and what to do next. Next time must plan the activities before meeting up already, or else we'll be wasting lots of time thinking of where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we went to Mind's Cafe.. again. Lol. Really dunno what to do already, so I suggested going there. Their business is damn good and it's like so profitable. The guys were thinking of opening a similar business. Haha. I wanna be the boss too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's the end of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I have cravings for home made seafood spaghetti!! Dear said he will cook spaghetti for me the other time, but in the end I was the one who cooked this and he's only in charge of preparing the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have talent in cooking lor! It's so delicious that I want to cook this again. Haha. Not bragging ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SaJ5TgGVBgI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bguWwvTW-K4/s320/Image115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305936686936819202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously can't live without chilli padi. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-6385599931586344443?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7be6d29d0aeaa0d0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/6385599931586344443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=6385599931586344443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6385599931586344443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/6385599931586344443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/02/outing-with-poly-mates.html' title='Outing with poly mates'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SaJwx1m0HpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/j2vuYuXO9sI/s72-c/Image120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-8167735497734372883</id><published>2009-02-15T20:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:03:54.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bday + Vday</title><content type='html'>Enjoyed celebrating these 2 days with Dear. It seems so coincidental that my birthday has to fall on one day before Valentine's Day. Anyway, luckily nothing bad happened on Friday the 13th. So whoever says that it's an unlucky day ought to be brainwashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13th Feb (My Birthday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZgSaApw_RI/AAAAAAAAAvA/wt-rr2gsgJ0/s320/Image091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303008799289834770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZgSZwf00-I/AAAAAAAAAu4/VykhyTO__P8/s320/Image056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303008794953176034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZgVDvCek3I/AAAAAAAAAvY/7Sm-R5q7nBQ/s320/Image094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303011715139408754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear brought me to Carousel at Royal Plaza for a high class dinner buffet experience. The lighting was too dim there, thus the dull photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZgSaTQzLXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/DZfiaaNpugU/s320/Image096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303008804285394290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only took this pic of food. These were all cold seafood, and I don't really like them because it's cold. I much prefer hot ones. The crayfish tasted quite nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZgSaKE41mI/AAAAAAAAAvI/ZDBR8V4eQIU/s320/Image095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303008801819514466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZgViWruh6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/3Fs1WXeIH5o/s320/Image049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012241177479074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some vain photos.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZgVivKtL6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/Bh6Jb9NAu6o/s320/Image106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012247749865378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZgViEMO_QI/AAAAAAAAAvg/9cIhikJ7SbM/s320/Image101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012236213550338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the food had quite a number of varieties but some are really not to my liking. To me, it tasted quite alright only, but their service is damn good. I guess that's their job but the way they changed our plates were so fast that everytime I got up to get more food, the previous plate on my table was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14th Feb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Vday)&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went K boxing with Dear the next day at Kallang. We sang until to our hearts content because nobody can snatch our mikes, yeah. It's been so long since I stepped into Kbox, and I realized that their system changed. They can now forbid us to stop singing at a specific time, just like how it works in Partyworld. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a round of singing session, we went to Bugis for our dinner. It's only there that we realize there were alot of couples holding flowers and wearing couple Ts. That's like really the norm during Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to Esplanade shortly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, that's the flowers he gave me. Ok, not exactly flowers but just a bunch of ferrero rochers surrounded by fake flowers. Lol. I like the teddy bear that's attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZgYqRr4qiI/AAAAAAAAAwI/A3fQFsORNxc/s320/Image111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303015675809802786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZgYqZ_oPAI/AAAAAAAAAwA/SIFTJrIySP4/s320/Image110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303015678040095746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZgYqWF96_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/8qFLMjbplwA/s320/Image108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303015676992941042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally hate real flowers, especially roses. They smelt like some nasty shit to me, really. I still remembered the last year when he gave me a bouquet of roses, I almost fainted when I smelt them. I totally disagree with whoever says that all girls like flowers. That's so not true. Flowers are so impractical and useless, other than just for decorating purposes. Most importantly, they are so freaking expensive and you can't eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, that sums up the 2 days I spent with Dear. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-8167735497734372883?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8167735497734372883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=8167735497734372883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8167735497734372883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8167735497734372883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-bday-vday.html' title='My Bday + Vday'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZgSaApw_RI/AAAAAAAAAvA/wt-rr2gsgJ0/s72-c/Image091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-1629718722958403511</id><published>2009-02-10T15:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:12:55.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>3 more days to my birthday! I really don't look forward to it at all because it reminds me of getting older.. actually I can say I'm 22 now. Time passes by so fast like a fart.  T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. the good old days when I'm at my ex company. I was clearing up my old livejournal when I chanced upon this photo. That was taken on July 2007, almost 2 years ago. I was the one with retarded looking short hair and geeky specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZEt8qGMFhI/AAAAAAAAAug/g2C2XiFFYkg/s320/atblue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301068756507432466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like 1 big family! I miss them~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All except a couple of them have left the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to birthdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken during last year, near my birthday whereby the ex colleagues celebrated for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZEwxxHdFJI/AAAAAAAAAuo/fqaUpBx2GRc/s320/IMG_2691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301071867948110994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken a week after my birthday last year. A very belated "birthday gift" from the poly friends. Yeah, the "birthday gift" was the mango ice. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZExbw5wVHI/AAAAAAAAAuw/nSlNWeyWCec/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301072589445158002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I remembered them bringing me to Fish &amp;amp; Co. and gave me a surprise during my 20th birthday. Haha. That was very memorable indeed. Liting, do u still have the video or pics?? Send to me leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to have those bunch of friends to celebrate my birthday. Really appreciate it. As for this year's birthday, I'm gonna celebrate with dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my birthday has to fall on 1 day before Valentine's Day, but both of us have no plans for Valentine's Day yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, counting down to 3 more days~~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1629718722958403511?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1629718722958403511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1629718722958403511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1629718722958403511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1629718722958403511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SZEt8qGMFhI/AAAAAAAAAug/g2C2XiFFYkg/s72-c/atblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-8300382431726155849</id><published>2009-02-08T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:27:45.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping is addictive</title><content type='html'>Changed my blog address already. I wanted to change it long ago actually but aiyah, lazy. Changing blog add is like changing to a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a mail today. My top arrived~~ I ordered it a couple of days ago, and it seems like the mail arrived faster than I expected. I didn't intend to buy clothes online since nothing caught my eye, but I saw this top before long ago and unfortunately it's sold out. Then I saw someone selling it as a brand new top, so I decided to snatch it fast before anyone has the chance to buy it. Heh heh. So damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I shop outside, I always see those cheap nice clothes and I've the urge to buy them. But.. they don't allow people to try them on. It's like wtf. For eg. I'm interested in this top but I need to try it on before deciding whether I wanna buy anot, but they don't allow since the item is already on sale. It's always like this that I gave up buying, because I don't wanna regret buying if it doesn't suit me. Cheap also money what.. somemore the fitting rooms are empty, why cannot try?! Bloody stupid. They are the one losing customers anyway. Orbi. Yeah, I'm quite pissed off with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize that This Fashion clothes are selling at total ridiculous prices nowadays. Fyi, I don't shop there but after looking at the prices, I confirm plus chop don't wanna buy their clothes. What a rip off! 35 bucks for a pair of shorts, which I can use that amount of money to buy a pair of shorts at Mango. Let's see, who has the better deal? Of course I won't be that stupid to buy from This Fashion because that's utterly stupid. Their quality doesn't even compromise their prices either, so I don't see if there's anything good about their clothes. Cheapo looking clothes with frail looking quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be a smart shopper now because nowadays the prices of clothes are increasing, and I don't wanna be ripped off. I think I'm even better than that 省钱王 from the show. Oh yeah, I'm a smart shopping queen. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-8300382431726155849?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/8300382431726155849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=8300382431726155849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8300382431726155849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/8300382431726155849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopping-is-addictive.html' title='Shopping is addictive'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-1798475743075028953</id><published>2009-02-08T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:50:25.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching video</title><content type='html'>Omg.. this video makes me wanna cry. So damn touching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnV-MZjs7BA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnV-MZjs7BA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart-warming video showed the fearsome "King of the Jungle,"who licked his former owners a year after they’d last seen each other. As a cub, Christian was bought by two best friends in Harrods, who put him up in their antique shop until he grew too big for his surroundings. In 1968, at 18 months, he was rehomed in George Adamson’s famous Kenyan wildlife sanctuary, which featured in the hit film Born Free. A year on, when John Rendall and Anthony Bourke called to see Christian, they were warned not to get close or he’d tear them to pieces. But instead the big cat bounded over for a full-on cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.nationmultimedia.com/specials/nationvdo/showvdo.php?id=1919&amp;amp;name=News&amp;amp;cateid=13" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.nationmultimedia.com/specials/nationvdo/showvdo.php?id=1919&amp;amp;name=News&amp;amp;cateid=13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1798475743075028953?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1798475743075028953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1798475743075028953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1798475743075028953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1798475743075028953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/02/touching-video.html' title='Touching video'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-574158411251044638</id><published>2009-02-05T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:28:58.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes~~</title><content type='html'>I've the urge to create a selling clothes blog for my old clothes. Some of the clothes are only worn once or twice and after that chucked aside. Oh yea.. my blog has very few visitors, so I need to advertise this to other sites if I were to sell my clothes. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to clear my wardrobe now, but I think I'm too lazy to do that. All my frequently and seldom worn clothes are dumped and mixed together, so it's hard for me to sort them out. Hmm.. should I sell my clothes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I'm selling them or I'm gonna donate my old clothes to charity or garang guni man. It's kind of annoying to see those clothes lying around and not worn. All thanks to my impulsiveness last time. Grrr... Nowadays I don't even dare to buy clothes impulsively even though it's cheap. I always need to think thrice before buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... I wanna replenish my wardrobe with many new clothes!!! Seriously, although I have many clothes but the number of clothes that I often wear are very little. It kinda gets repetitive and I'm so bored of wearing the same. The reason why I chose not to wear other clothes is because they either look ugly to me already, or I don't feel comfortable wearing them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even browsed for clothes online but most of the people are like me, waiting to get rid of their old clothes away asap. And I don't even dare to buy even though some looks nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. the agony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-574158411251044638?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/574158411251044638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=574158411251044638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/574158411251044638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/574158411251044638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-urge-to-create-selling-clothes-blog.html' title='Clothes~~'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-5051756735021871382</id><published>2009-02-03T16:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:56:41.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf</title><content type='html'>Saw this Valentine's Day declaration video. Quite funny yet retarded at the same time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5GXp4ZRLCfo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5GXp4ZRLCfo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who says that WTF stands for what the fuck? It's &lt;a href="http://www.onesentence.org/stories/2566/" target="_blank"&gt;Wow, that's funny.&lt;/a&gt; Haha.. really wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a nice jacket sold online at a damn cheap price, but unfortunately it's sold out. Hopefully, the seller will re-order and I can faster receive it! Dear's buying it for me as part of my birthday gift. Hoho. I wonder if the jacket will look awful in real life or if the quality sucks to the core, given that it's so cheap. That's the disadvantage of shopping online - you can't feel the quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my hair colour is fading so much that my previous highlights can be clearly seen now. Ahhh.. the awful highlights. I'm thinking of having a new colour for my hair, since the hair colour now looks neither here nor there. It's been so long since I've had haircut too. Let me see, more than 5 months I think? Hoho. I refuse to cut my hair during that period of time, but now my hair looks quite messy and a bit of haywire now. So much tangled hair. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I received my I-Banking device yesterday! Hurray.. Now I can finally shop online, but doubt I'll buy clothes online often from now on. Never shop for cosmetics online before, maybe shall try it someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5051756735021871382?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5051756735021871382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5051756735021871382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5051756735021871382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5051756735021871382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf.html' title='Wtf'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-5803025940792520168</id><published>2009-02-02T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:04:32.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wedding Game&lt;/span&gt; with Dear yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 180px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SYXOU6Pn0fI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/IcXF4nmLQx8/s320/img_weddinggame%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297867395298742770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was quite ok la, some parts of the show were quite hilarious. However there's a loophole spotted during the show. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to watch the movie, we saw a bride and a groom with their friends heading towards the cinema. I was guessing maybe they were going to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bride Wars&lt;/span&gt;. No way are they going to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wedding Game&lt;/span&gt;, because that bride is an ang moh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, saw a girl around my age going braless when we were at Wisma. What an open minded chinese girl, and she's wearing a white top somemore. I could see it damn clearly because I was looking at her side view. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially wanted to eat at Akashi, but because the movie timeslot we had chosen is quite late, we were thinking that the restaurant is gonna close soon. In the end went to eat at Xing Wang Cafe since it's open 24 hrs. I think that was only the 2nd time I went there to eat.  As expected, the food wasn't to my liking at all, just like the 1st time. Yea, actually the serving of siew mai was damn pathetic. 3 for $2.80?! I was like expecting at least 4.. and that was like a bit too exorbitant for the price. Never mind, I never wanted to go there again. I don't know why there are so many people willing to queue up for their sucky food. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather eat at MacDonald's or somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently back to online shopping.. ok not really. Just browsing only, because I was quite sceptical about buying clothes online since most of the clothes I bought from online are always too big for me. Anyway, my I-banking device has not been delivered to me yet, so no online shopping for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize the current trend of clothes online now are very boring and ugly, really. Furthermore, it's so common to see the clothes worn on the streets, and I don't wanna clash with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm feeling quite tired now. Zzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-5803025940792520168?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/5803025940792520168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=5803025940792520168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5803025940792520168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/5803025940792520168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/02/watched-wedding-game-with-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SYXOU6Pn0fI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/IcXF4nmLQx8/s72-c/img_weddinggame%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-2709921677217475965</id><published>2009-01-28T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:12:38.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On 年初一, the lion dance troupe from the community centre near my house made alot of din that made me wanna curse them. Really, can you imagine hearing loud gong and drum noises early in the morning at 8 plus till 1pm? I wonder how they can tahan doing that for so long. Wth. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my I-banking device is not working anymore. Ahhh... From what I read online, I'm suppose to pay 20 bucks for replacement. Tmd. It says that it has 5 years of lifespan, but I only use it for 5 months and it's spoilt. Lousy sia. I had to call them up and ask for a new device, and luckily I don't have to pay a single cent. No way am I gonna pay 20 bucks for something that wasn't my fault in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm having a slight sore throat now, all thanks to the heaty CNY snacks. Every CNY is boring to me and it's the time of the year which I dreaded the most. It's also the time when most of the shops are closed. Sian. Ok, I think they are open now, since economy is not good and they need to earn money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian sian sian~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-2709921677217475965?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/2709921677217475965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=2709921677217475965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2709921677217475965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/2709921677217475965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-lion-dance-troupe-from-community.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-4306311663276712046</id><published>2009-01-25T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:33:01.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY!</title><content type='html'>It's Chinese New Year Eve, but yet I can't feel the CNY mood at all. The steamboat for dinner doesn't taste nice at all, because everything was dumped inside for too long and the food became soggy. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept playing Mahjong and Daidee yesterday... on Viwawa la. And just now I played 2 horror games that scared the hell out of me. It's the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.hotel626.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hotel626&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The House&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hotel626&lt;/span&gt; is a much scarier game with its damn real graphics, especially with its scary sound effects. I had to lower down the volume so much that it's almost mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I played, I didn't manage to complete the game as it was very late and I couldn't get pass the stage too. After the second try, it's not so scary as before but still I tried to finish the game with fear just to see the ending. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The House&lt;/span&gt; is kinda like a stupid game to me. The scary thing about the game is the creepy sound effects, but the gameplay is like crap. Anyway, I don't know why I'm playing all these horror games when I'm so scared myself. They are certainly not for the faint hearted. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm already thinking of munching tidbits now, since the steamboat can't satisfy me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-4306311663276712046?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/4306311663276712046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=4306311663276712046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4306311663276712046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/4306311663276712046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-7543035613995361220</id><published>2009-01-20T16:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:16:41.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable</title><content type='html'>Couldn't resist the cuteness of this little hamster, so I took a pic of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SXWRfTnNVmI/AAAAAAAAAtk/8vGRlaazAW0/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SXWRfTnNVmI/AAAAAAAAAtk/8vGRlaazAW0/s320/Image086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293296904070583906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hamster is sleeping with its face tucked inside its hands and legs. So DAMN CUTE and CUDDLY!!!  O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who says that rats and cats can only be enemies. The rat keeps on clinging onto the cat. I think rats are disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9YTspNWc-Ds&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9YTspNWc-Ds&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is to own either of these dogs/puppies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welsh Corgi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SXWTSDuEmXI/AAAAAAAAAts/Gjeud0HpvPg/s320/229809551_9387069001%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293298875489360242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SXWTtoilwyI/AAAAAAAAAt0/SakSF-ibzU0/s320/orange-county-027%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293299349229781794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Pomeranian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SXWT5gBgDUI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hGj_ScfYaSc/s320/pomeranian-0533%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293299553101942082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't resist their cuteness. Like I said, it's just a dream la. How to afford to have a pet at this time? Last time, I always thought that if I have friends who own pets are good enough for me, since I can just play with them. Now I feel that having own's pet may be even nicer, but I know the hassles of cleaning their poo and stuff.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe.. I'll adopt a dog in future.  :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-7543035613995361220?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/7543035613995361220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=7543035613995361220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7543035613995361220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/7543035613995361220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/adorable.html' title='Adorable'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR73k4HxgOo/SXWRfTnNVmI/AAAAAAAAAtk/8vGRlaazAW0/s72-c/Image086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512108653599074952.post-1112951068387390826</id><published>2009-01-17T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:28:24.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slightly less than a month before it's my birthday. Damn.. time passes by so fast, and I'm already getting old!! I don't wanna grow old, if that's one of my birthday wishes. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before my birthday arrives, it's gonna be Chinese New Year soon. I don't really like celebrating it except for the fact that I can eat good food. Otherwise, I kinda hate it although I used to like collecting angbaos when I was young. Now that I've grown up, I don't really anticipate getting angbaos already. Dunno why. Ok, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a couple of skinny jeans in River Island yesterday which I like, but the thought of my recently bought jeans makes my heart sink. If only I didn't buy that, I could have already bought the nicer skinny jeans now. Grrr... No use lamenting over it, and I only know that I can't afford to spend money as freely as I used to before. Oh, and my goddamn handphone... I wanna buy a new one soon!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my birthday falls on Friday of 13th this year!! That's what everyone says.. Black Friday. Hope nothing unlucky happens on that day. *cross fingers* I dunno how I'm going to celebrate my birthday on that day. Will it be memorable? Seriously I can't recall much on my previous birthdays. Not many people remember my birthday anyway. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across an article about a 107 year old woman who's finally ready to find a partner for marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/article.html?107-year-old_woman_finally_ready_for_marriage&amp;amp;in_article_id=475333&amp;amp;in_page_id=2" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/article.html?107-year-old_woman_finally_ready_for_marriage&amp;amp;in_article_id=475333&amp;amp;in_page_id=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like wtf? So old already then decide to get married now? I thought should be ready to find a coffin instead? =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1112951068387390826?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1112951068387390826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1112951068387390826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1112951068387390826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1112951068387390826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/slightly-less-than-month-before-its-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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-1512108653599074952.post-1054202094842868859</id><published>2009-01-15T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:31:41.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>It's been several days but there's no reply from the agent, which means the job interview is a flop. Got to start looking for new jobs online again. Super sian one leh.. I hate going for interviews! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought 2009 is suppose to bring me good luck, but alas my luck is shortlived. Why?! I'm so sick and tired of searching and applying for jobs already. I think I can puke just by thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently splurge on a pair of jeans from Buffalo David Bitton. I thought it was a steal since it was on massive discount. After bringing it home, I sort of regretted on my impulse buy. Double sian. I shouldn't have bought it as I wanted a much more skinnier jeans!! Someone buy it from me please??? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't buy any CNY clothes yet and I think I can just forget about it. The impulse buy already sent me heartbroken. Heart pain. Ouch. Tolong ah Cai Shen Ye.. Give me money leh.. Hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this video about a girl arguing with her bf over buying a car. Apparently, the guy didn't wanna buy the car, but the girl insisted on it and even tried to drive away the vehicle. Wth.. Stupid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: &lt;a href="http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XNjU4MDk1Njg=.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XNjU4MDk1Njg=.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1512108653599074952-1054202094842868859?l=sleepy-queen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/feeds/1054202094842868859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1512108653599074952&amp;postID=1054202094842868859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1054202094842868859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1512108653599074952/posts/default/1054202094842868859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepy-queen.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-several-days-but-theres-no.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>Xuefen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297623925274147749</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>
