<?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-8858773314038355297</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:21:28.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramaqueenrants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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whatever you want everyday! mh and i went to apply for jobs last week. i hope they call us back! prom's tmr night! cant wait cant wait cant wait. hmm i wonder if i should sign up for facebook, my friends keep asking me to. friendster's so yesterday, or so they say. but i like friendster cause it's easy to use! facebook just look complicated cause there's so many different functions. haha. alrighty i shall go watch my korean drama now. hyun soo is such an eye candy=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-3470113778054697550?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3470113778054697550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=3470113778054697550' title='0 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wait man. surprisingly i dont dread the paper, in fact i cant wait for it! i've pretty much been sulking the past week. hate the fact that other people are celebrating already and yet i'm still stuck at home. sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've pretty much planned out what i'm gonna do after tmr. hmmm shop for prom dress, sun tanning, visit the new movie ride at sentosa, learn driving, get a job(havnt decided what yet) and watch lots of movies and dramas. haha oh and i want to go drinking at some fancy hotel lounge. poko doesnt want to go clubbing cause he doesnt like crowds so i've suggested visiting hotel lounges! it'll be great, listening to nice jazz music, sipping wine and just enjoying the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for prom! i have a feeling it's gonna be very different from the mg one. will there be dancing?? i doubt it. but if there is, it would be great! poko and i can do our crazy botanical garden dance again. haha! hopefully the teachers prepared an item for us, but i wont keep my hopes high on that. urghhh i wished time would pass by faster!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's the day that i go crazy and finally, nobody can stop me! whoohoooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-1686051798293240250?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1686051798293240250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=1686051798293240250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1686051798293240250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SSd1Bt4BxwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TxPh4CWFAts/s1600-h/Grad+Day+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SSd1Bt4BxwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TxPh4CWFAts/s320/Grad+Day+2008+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271310561215366914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SSd1h0kfc6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-23kL0J54fY/s1600-h/Grad+Day+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SSd1h0kfc6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-23kL0J54fY/s320/Grad+Day+2008+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271311112768287650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, i'll still miss my class despite all that's happened.&lt;div 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title='graduation'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SSd1Bt4BxwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TxPh4CWFAts/s72-c/Grad+Day+2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-4427576953741187695</id><published>2008-11-21T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T04:19:58.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were a boy</title><content type='html'>It's a little too late for you to come back&lt;br /&gt;Say it's just a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;think i'd forgive you like that&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;you thought wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday you wish you were a better man&lt;br /&gt;You don't listen to her&lt;br /&gt;You don't care how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're taking her for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4427576953741187695?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4427576953741187695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=4427576953741187695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4427576953741187695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4427576953741187695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-were-boy.html' title='if i were a boy'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-1158716998166426643</id><published>2008-11-16T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:01:21.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight</title><content type='html'>i have just finished reading twilight and i've got to admit, i'm HOOKED. omg now i know why all the girls are nuts over it, its because of edward cullen! hilda's right, he is THE perfect boyfriend man. beautiful, smart, strong and sweet! le sighs. i cant wait for the movie to be released! unfortunately i can only watch it after 24th. urghhh. its great that robert pattison plays edward, he's perfect! so all those who are insulting him, shut the hell up man. he's great at being cedric diggory but i'm sure he's perfect for edward too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mannn, seriously cant wait for my last paper to end. so sick of studying already, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-1158716998166426643?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1158716998166426643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=1158716998166426643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1158716998166426643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1158716998166426643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='twilight'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-5931412564487150365</id><published>2008-11-07T05:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:46:04.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Spontaneous Idealist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com/type/SI.html" target="blank" title ="My personality type: the spontaneous idealist. Take the free iPersonic personality test!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk161/ipersonic/SI.png" border="0" alt="My personality type: the spontaneous idealist. Take the free iPersonic personality test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyNjEyMTM*NDc1MCZwdD*xMjI2MTIxNDcxMTA5JnA9NDY2MjEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPTI2ODczNWQ2YjMxYTQwOTg4Mjc2YWE5NGE5OWNhYTk5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personality test! pretty accurate. i'm a spontaneous idealist! why oh why does that sound like someone that's good for nothing? haha anyway cant wait for next week to end, after that i can at least take a mini break before my final paper. i hope i can make it through next week, 4 papers on 4 consecutive days! oh shittttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5931412564487150365?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5931412564487150365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=5931412564487150365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5931412564487150365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5931412564487150365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-spontaneous-idealist.html' title='I am a Spontaneous Idealist'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-6759510486305816810</id><published>2008-10-28T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T05:04:51.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely boy</title><content type='html'>You say&lt;br /&gt;You like to sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;And i say&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;I get away with murder&lt;br /&gt;But you know i've paid for hurting &lt;br /&gt;Someone i can't leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel something&lt;br /&gt;Pulling you back in&lt;br /&gt;Do you see something&lt;br /&gt;You wanna see again&lt;br /&gt;I could be the one&lt;br /&gt;I could make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;Take me back, im the lonely boy who&lt;br /&gt;Who loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart becomes me&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;I'd sell it cheap to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;I should&lt;br /&gt;Wrap all the lies i've told in&lt;br /&gt;10 dollar bills and smoke the&lt;br /&gt;Money doesnt't burn so clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel something&lt;br /&gt;Pulling you back in&lt;br /&gt;Do you see something&lt;br /&gt;You wanna see again&lt;br /&gt;I could be the one&lt;br /&gt;I could make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;Take me back, im the lonely boy who&lt;br /&gt;Who loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into emo songs right now. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-6759510486305816810?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6759510486305816810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=6759510486305816810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6759510486305816810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6759510486305816810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/lonely-boy.html' title='lonely boy'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-7971581552002810008</id><published>2008-10-27T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:26:48.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>its mh's birthday today soooo HAPPY BIRTHDAY MING HUEI!! hope you're having a wonderful birthday bash over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SQXPXfXNsnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EJtBGP2duk8/s1600-h/Image011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SQXPXfXNsnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EJtBGP2duk8/s320/Image011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261839742115099250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg it's been AGES since i've been here! ahhh i've neglected my tag board. As start next week and i'm screwed. its funny no matter how much you study, you just never seem to feel fully prepared! anyway i have no social life now. its just stay at home all day, and study study study! omg and the white hair on my head multiplied like siao. ahhh why is it only in the fringe and not spread out evenly? anyway to cheer myself up, i'll just say that i look cool like rogue! HAHA. who am i kidding man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the airport to study tmr. the airport's great! love the toilets, smell and peaceful music. best of all, no b*******! making an effort to be less racist here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the As to end. trying to bug my dad for a japan trip. doesnt seem to be working! oh well, if i cant go, at least my friends from aussie would be back and thats definitely something to look forward to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-7971581552002810008?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7971581552002810008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=7971581552002810008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/7971581552002810008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/7971581552002810008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg.html' title='omg'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SQXPXfXNsnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EJtBGP2duk8/s72-c/Image011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-8649516595142337204</id><published>2008-09-01T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:33:33.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>oh man 3 more papers to go! so far, it hasnt been good. i dont have confidence for my papers! anyway i'm glad for the sept hols, at least i can breathe a little. school was seriously becoming suffocating for me! i've been reading up on Poe the past few days. omg i cant stand him, he's so boringggg. out of his many short stories, i can honestly say that i like 2 of which only. i think he's psychotic, i mean he's always writing abt death and madness. i bet if i read his stories for hours everyday, i'll be driven to insanity too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay on a lighter note, I MANAGED TO WATCH MY FAVORITE DRAMA'S MOVIE, HANA YORI DANGO FINAL! weeeee. omg i seriously love the two leads, domyouji and makino. ahhh they're so sweet! the whole cinema was like packed with girls except for abt 4 guys, including poko. when domyouji first appeared on screen, i could hear alot of excited whispers! hahaha the girl beside me was so annoying because she kept predicting what would happen in the movie, like "omg is that a priest! they're going to get married after this!" urghh i was seriously super annoyed. i mean, hello i've been anticipating this movie for ages and i dont need a spoiler like you to ruin it! i glared at her a few times but she didnt notice. anyway despite that spoiler, the movie was great! i couldnt stop smiling for hours after that. i seriously love happy endings=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to exercise as soon as prelims end! i've been eating alot lately and just sitting down and not moving. even climbing up stairs makes me breathless now. ok i must go swimming and running(hopefully) after the exams! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty shall hit the books now. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8649516595142337204?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8649516595142337204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8649516595142337204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8649516595142337204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8649516595142337204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/09/sian.html' title='sian'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-5972688404245123141</id><published>2008-08-16T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T05:53:30.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bangs</title><content type='html'>oh man! its been a long time since i last updated. ahhhhh i feel quite frustrated now. prelims are in a weeks' time! *screams* seriously j2 life sucks. i cant wait to move on and have a long break. i've already thought of the many things i'll do after As. some of which includes: working at a pet shop, learning how to drive, scuba dive and of course a trip abroad with friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally went to cut my hair yesterday. i've been wanting to do that for weeks just that i kept delaying it. i asked the hairdresser what i should do that would salvage my balding problem while still keeping my hair long. she said to thin it and cut it short. and then my big mouth went on to ask "oh um, do you think the japanese hairdo is nice? like bangs and a bob..." and she was like "oh that is very cute! you should cut bangs, your face shape suits it." STUPID ME ACTUALLY LISTENED TO HER! it must be the influence of all the jap dramas that i've been watching that actually made me super pro jap. ahhh i regret it now! i dont like my bangs! super toot la. i hope my hair would grow out faster and save me the embarassment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh gotta hit the books now. i feel like setting them on fire, so sick of words and numbers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5972688404245123141?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5972688404245123141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=5972688404245123141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5972688404245123141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5972688404245123141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/bangs.html' title='bangs'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-5613371911946180741</id><published>2008-08-04T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:27:53.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday</title><content type='html'>National Day's coming! we received our national day shirts today. i dont quite like it but well, i expected worse. haha this year's one is like a tattoo design! anyway we had mass dance for pe today. i reaaally enjoy mass dance! it's so fun to anyhow dance and let loose with your friends. haha oh and there are a few sissy moves, hence it's hilarious when guys do it. i love watching ahem* dance. he's quite poor thing actually, has no partner and yet he dances very uh, vigorously. but hey, it's a good thing that he's enjoying himself right? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp mock paper today was not good. i was quite drained by 2.45 and hence i took a long time reading the stupid passage about gender revolution. i wrote a few feminist comments in my aq, hope i didnt go overboard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ikea for meatballs today=) i'm glad they renovated the place, it's so much more spacious now. haha ohoh, tried the diam cake today. it's nice at first but after a while, it tastes weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not looking forward to school tmr. pretty much everyone is so stressed out! oh well, hope something funny happens tmr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JAPANESE DRAMAS, THEY ARE THE BEST! sure helps that the guys are absolutely delightful to look at. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5613371911946180741?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5613371911946180741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=5613371911946180741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5613371911946180741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5613371911946180741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday.html' title='monday'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-8386605391287000666</id><published>2008-07-28T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:57:47.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long day</title><content type='html'>it's been one hell of a day today. oh man, so many things happened today! i'll just blog about the major ones though. i think i'm the most unlucky person on earth. seriously, there are so many other girls in school who use draw strings and whose skirts are way shorter than mine, and yet, i was caught by the vp! omg. i was seriously very traumatized when he threatened to suspend me and ban me from attending phototaking session with my class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i dragged my heavy feet to his office to "negotiate", i cried! i guess its cause of the shock of it all that eventually got to me. also, the fear of not being able to be in the class picture made me extremely sad! anyway the moment the vp saw me crying, i guess he started to feel guilty. eventually, he let me off! whoohoo! haha i guess deep inside, the vp's quite a softie at heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phototaking was fun fun fun! OMG ONE OF THE PHOTOGRAPHERS LOOKS LIKE A. well i've always thought that A looks great, it's a pity that he graduated already. but seeing the photographer today was like seeing A again! uncanny resemblance man! i dunno, A has always turned me into a bimbo when i'm around him. same thing happened with this photographer! omg i'm sure A is going to look like that when he's like 40 or something. awww so goodlooking! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe was kinda slack, went gymming and measured our height and weight. urgh i think there's something wrong with the height measurement. it says i'm 161.7! wthhh. i'm supposed to be 162.5 ok. hmph! i bet some evil dodo went to twig it or smth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have 2 tests tmr. urghhhh. alrighty shall go study now! adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8386605391287000666?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8386605391287000666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8386605391287000666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8386605391287000666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8386605391287000666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-day.html' title='long day'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-6799938394812055941</id><published>2008-07-19T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:22:03.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer snow</title><content type='html'>ever heard of the term Summer Snow? you must be thinking :that's impossible! summer and snow dont go together! but i recently discovered that there's actually such a thing as summer snow! it's actually snow in the ocean. marine snow consists of "the tiny leftovers of animals, plants, and non-living matter in the ocean's sun-suffused upper zones. Among these particles are chains of single-celled plants called diatoms, shreds of zooplankters' mucous food traps, soot, fecal pellets, dust motes, radioactive fallout, sand grains, pollen, and pollutants. Microorganisms also live inside and on top of these odd-shaped flakes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marine snow is everywhere in the ocean. Sometimes, it reaches blizzard proportions, and divers cannot see beyond a few feet. Measured in millimeters, the marine snowflakes are much larger than the average interplanetary dust particles (but of course interplanetary dust itself is also a constituent of marine snow). The bigger marine snowflakes -- over 0.5 mm -- are a major food source for deep-sea denizens waiting below for this manna from the watery heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me weird or something, but i'm actually quite fascinated with that! haha now i know why some ppl enjoy scuba diving so much. there's just so many miracles to be discovered in the ocean! i've always thought that scuba diving was fun, according to a friend of mine who dives, i dont exactly need to be a strong swimmer cause well you're given an oxygen tank so basically you just have to kick about and you're done! maybe i should sign up for diving lessons after As, then hopefully by the start of next year, i'll be able to scuba dive! omg omg, so exciting, cant wait!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's summer snow in the deep blue sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-6799938394812055941?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6799938394812055941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=6799938394812055941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6799938394812055941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6799938394812055941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-snow.html' title='summer snow'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-1004113291224426509</id><published>2008-07-17T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:47:46.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful, it makes you wanna cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-1004113291224426509?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-4930438506632278604</id><published>2008-07-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:56:38.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love and hate</title><content type='html'>hey you, this entry is for you. here's a comparison:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does he make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you make me cry?&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does he make me cry?&lt;br /&gt;seldom, much lesser than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i share everything with you?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i share everything with him?&lt;br /&gt;yes, even my deepest darkest secret which you dont even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i die for you?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i die for him?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i love you?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i love him?&lt;br /&gt;definitely yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what exactly do i regard you as? an acquaintance? a friend? one thing's for sure, if i could erase the past and start from the beginning, i would have told you from the first moment that, i dont really like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4930438506632278604?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4930438506632278604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=4930438506632278604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4930438506632278604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4930438506632278604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-and-hate.html' title='love and hate'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-7744150200112955579</id><published>2008-07-15T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T05:20:54.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed</title><content type='html'>bro paul lectured us this morning about our results. it was quite bad, he kept shouting at us and well when he shouts, it kills my ears and annoys me. hence today wasnt a good day for me. i was pissed and stressed after his talk. and well, my anger vanished after awhile but my stress level simply increased. i seriously think that i turn into an ugly person when i'm stressed. i seem to have a problem with everyone and i know that isnt a good thing. my patience seems to be wearing thin recently. ahhh i need some cheering up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-7744150200112955579?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7744150200112955579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=7744150200112955579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the sea &lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart &lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend &lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been &lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHs8i-hn12I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Mek-FRkZvxM/s1600-h/Mosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHs8i-hn12I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Mek-FRkZvxM/s320/Mosaic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222834764463462242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5958752212958837227?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHs8i-hn12I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Mek-FRkZvxM/s72-c/Mosaic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-8336685446647143464</id><published>2008-07-10T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:54:04.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i turn to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When Im lost in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I know Ill find the light to light my way.&lt;br /&gt;And when Im scared and losing ground;&lt;br /&gt;When my world is going crazy, you can turn it all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Im down youre there; pushing me to the top.&lt;br /&gt;Youre always there; giving me all youve got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a shield from the storm;&lt;br /&gt;For a friend; for a love&lt;br /&gt;To keep me safe and warm,&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;For the strength to be strong;&lt;br /&gt;For the will to carry on;&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do;&lt;br /&gt;For everything thats true,&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHW_Ton0w3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/vcD6Ogm5qFM/s1600-h/Photo1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHW_Ton0w3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/vcD6Ogm5qFM/s320/Photo1431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221289687048831858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHW_18IViLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B1GHanEmwMg/s1600-h/Photo1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHW_18IViLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B1GHanEmwMg/s320/Photo1447.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221290276401023154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8336685446647143464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8336685446647143464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-turn-to-you.html' title='i turn to you'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHW_Ton0w3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/vcD6Ogm5qFM/s72-c/Photo1431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-2245015454884705812</id><published>2008-07-08T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:17:22.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>URGH</title><content type='html'>everyone and i mean EVERYONE tells me that the most impt thing now is schoolwork and my As. hence i seriously have no time to deal with other stuff. but i cant ignore it, i feel terrible and i dont know what to do abt it. i dont want history repeating itself because seriously, that was the worst fight i've ever had in my entire life. i've been living my life ever since that incident trying to ignore and forget abt you but its funny how humans are, there are certain memories that just cant be erased, no matter how hard you try or pretend. i'm not trying to make you seem like the bad guy as much as you think i am. i dont hate you so why should i do that? yes i was extremely pissed during that time and i admit that i've said some hurtful things but never have i tried to make you seem like a bad guy. if i've made it seem like i did, i apologise because that was never my intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i want closure, more than anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-2245015454884705812?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2245015454884705812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=2245015454884705812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2245015454884705812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHB2CTQRTjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hQjXzbswM2w/s1600-h/moko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHB2CTQRTjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hQjXzbswM2w/s320/moko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219801750022737458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHB4Mb8Vj9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/VwgyNWDEfjQ/s1600-h/hayami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHB4Mb8Vj9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/VwgyNWDEfjQ/s320/hayami.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219804123176996818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot right? HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-3128950761799456430?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3128950761799456430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=3128950761799456430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3128950761799456430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3128950761799456430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/hayami-mokomichi.html' title='hayami mokomichi'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SHB2CTQRTjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hQjXzbswM2w/s72-c/moko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-4539523590645437182</id><published>2008-07-04T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:18:32.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>high</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling high again! weeeeeeee. HAHA. anyway i had such a great day today! i'm happy with my history caused i improved by 2 grades=) well done diane! haha. oh and after school i stopped by for volleyball training. gosh i really miss the girls and my juniors too! they have their own jersey now, it's pretty cool. haha. had a great time catching up with bev and amanda! talking to them really makes me feel single again cause i dunno, they bring out the girly/bimbotic side in me? lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i cabbed to vivo and met up with mh and mel=) we went to pet safari and fell in love with this puppy that looks like a german sheperd but it's actually some japanese breed. it's so cuteee, i just want to cuddle it seriously. my favorite's still the golden retriever though, i'm going to get one next time. i'll have 2 dogs, a golden retriever and a toy dog (havnt decided which breed) and live in a nice cosy house with my husband and 3 kids! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw this new toy, it's like bread which really looks and feels like the real deal but its actually fake. haha maybe i shall buy it and use it to trick ppl. when mel handed it to me, i almost bit it. cause seriously, it looks damn real la! haha. walked around in page one for abit and then anna had to go home for dinner. the 3 of us then went to yoshinoya for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great time chatting with them over dinner. we were quite high at one point that we just laughed REALLY LOUDLY and this couple at the next table gave us a disapproving look. haha! oh man, i seriously havnt laughed like that in a long time. i'm so glad mh and mel are back! around them, i'm totally comfortable and often end up getting quite high. also, it's fun to tease them. they blush easily! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m on fire&lt;br /&gt;When you’re near me&lt;br /&gt;I’m on fire&lt;br /&gt;When you speak&lt;br /&gt;And I’m on fire&lt;br /&gt;Burning at these mysteries&lt;br /&gt;These mysteries...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4539523590645437182?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4539523590645437182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=4539523590645437182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4539523590645437182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4539523590645437182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/high.html' title='high'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-5507451865252407784</id><published>2008-07-03T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T07:20:33.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>you call yourself my friend and yet sometimes, what you do doesnt reflect that. i really wished i could understand you better. if i could, i wouldnt feel so frustrated with you this much then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5507451865252407784?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5507451865252407784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=5507451865252407784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5507451865252407784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5507451865252407784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/07/urgh.html' title='urgh'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-4138040444843901369</id><published>2008-06-27T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:26:40.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY</title><content type='html'>met up with my girlfriends in town today! haha it was GREAT seeing mh and mel again=) michelle and ting joined us for a while too! walked around and ended up chilling at starbucks and catching up. haha my legs are aching from today. it feels like i've walked like 10km. ahhh mh you're right, we should all go running together! run all the way to east coast park. HAHA. oh and anna, you're not the only one that's going to need someone to push you, i'll join you man. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had carl's junior for dinner. omg ps is seriously packed! i'm lazy to blog about what we did, so i'll just upload some pics we took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SGUFaqAVxcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gS4QIJay7yI/s1600-h/Image247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SGUFaqAVxcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gS4QIJay7yI/s320/Image247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216581698889041346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SGUF0SslVcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZC5o-r-sRIg/s1600-h/Image265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SGUF0SslVcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZC5o-r-sRIg/s320/Image265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216582139308758466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SGUGZHWY5iI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tD0JzIyuZOk/s1600-h/Image274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SGUGZHWY5iI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tD0JzIyuZOk/s320/Image274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216582771918038562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4138040444843901369?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4138040444843901369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=4138040444843901369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4138040444843901369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4138040444843901369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy.html' title='HAPPY'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SGUFaqAVxcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gS4QIJay7yI/s72-c/Image247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-8464837181710743930</id><published>2008-06-23T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:03:50.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>econs paper today was better than lit. i didnt feel terrible after the paper. pity i cant calculate what current account is. HAHA. its always like that for case study, i am never able to obtain marks for the first question, which is supposedly the easiest according to teachers and its a dead giveaway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad brought me to waffletown after my paper. had waffle with sausage and egg=) i think they're increasing the price cause when i went there, uncle was changing the menu cost. oh well, even if they increase the prices, i'll still go there cause i seriously love their waffles and fried chicken! haha met mel, hilda and vivien there as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the doctor yesterday. he said i caught the flu bug. he gave me flu medicine and laxative! lol its my first time taking laxative. i'm quite excited actually, i've heard stories of how quick and effective laxatives are. cant wait for it to take effect, i seriously need to detoxify man! everyone keeps telling me to take fruits and vegetables and i've been nothing but a stubborn little fool. guess i really have to force myself to take those now because i dont want to end up with colon cancer or piles. yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shall practice math now. one more paper to go, cant wait! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8464837181710743930?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8464837181710743930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8464837181710743930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8464837181710743930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8464837181710743930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-4795847258996974682</id><published>2008-06-20T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T04:43:10.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lit paper</title><content type='html'>omg lit paper today was terrible! *yanks out hair* ting ting's right, the teachers are seriously out to "kill us" this time. unseen wasnt easy and the essay questions were kinda tricky! i usually can write 4 sides but only manaed 3 sides this time. to make matters worse, i was feeling unwell this morning! seriously i am damn suay la. throughout the whole holidays i was fine and only this morning, i had stomach upset, wind or indigestion, cant figure out what the feeling is. but its terrible! couldnt concentrate much during paper 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was happy to see my classmates again. i think alot of them look pale, as if they havnt been sleeping well recently due to exam stress. this is definitely a test for us, dont give up ppl, we'll pull through this together! i must be optimistic now, i must i must! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met poko at taka for lunch after my papers=) examination stress are seriously taking a toll on him too. poor thing, i see him pushing himself and trying so hard sometimes it makes me feel guilty. the amount i study is seriously nothing compared to him. i cant wait for next week, then we can go swimming and go on the water slides again! HAHA, very childish i know. but hey, its fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty shall start studying econs now. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4795847258996974682?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4795847258996974682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=4795847258996974682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4795847258996974682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4795847258996974682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/lit-paper.html' title='lit paper'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-4313877953678704286</id><published>2008-06-19T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T04:02:20.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout!</title><content type='html'>weee i finally changed my layout! quotes London's "YAY ME!" haha but some parts still look kinda weird. i'm such a noob at this. anyway lit starts tmr. OMG I HOPE AND PRAY HARD I DONT SCREW IT UP. just the thought of my papers gives me an uneasy feeling in my belly man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway looking on the bright side, my beloved mh and mel are back! WHOOHOOOO CANT WAIT TO SEE THOSE DARLINGS NEXT WEEK! i miss them so much. whenever i'm down, i'll always think of those wonderful times we had in sec 3/4 and it'll never fail to brighten up my day. those were sexy times man. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SFo8npiMZnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WtdBM5R5qmw/s1600-h/DSCN0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SFo8npiMZnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WtdBM5R5qmw/s320/DSCN0161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213546170496607858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SFo55VkF48I/AAAAAAAAAEM/xaa66cAysuw/s1600-h/SP_A2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SFo55VkF48I/AAAAAAAAAEM/xaa66cAysuw/s320/SP_A2016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213543175838622658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok i better get back to revision now. until next time, adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4313877953678704286?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4313877953678704286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=4313877953678704286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4313877953678704286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4313877953678704286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-layout.html' title='new layout!'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/SFo8npiMZnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WtdBM5R5qmw/s72-c/DSCN0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-8467144067971194850</id><published>2008-06-18T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T06:53:55.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>transexuals</title><content type='html'>i watched behind closed doors yesterday. it was abt transexuals. oh man, i had no idea how much pain and suffering those transexuals face throughout their lives. my high levels of stress over exams is nothing compared to what they went through. omg i cant believe some of them suppressed their feelings so long and even got married and had kids! i guess if i had to put myself in their shoes, it would be like me pretending to like girls and having a "relationship" with them. OMG SICK PLS! after watching that episode, i'm reminded of someone i know who is showing signs of being a transexual. he's only 10 and he likes wearing his mum's fancy clothes and high heels and parading around the house! now that's a huge warning sign i'm sure. to make matters worse, his mum finds it funny and not disturbing. hence, after my exams, i shall make it a point to set him straight and try to get him like guy stuff! it shall be called OPERATION XXX. if i fail, then....well lets not think about that now. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you love someone - you'll sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;you'd give it everything you got and you won't think twice&lt;br /&gt;you'd risk it all - no matter what may come&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone&lt;br /&gt;you'll shoot the moon - put out the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8467144067971194850?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8467144067971194850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8467144067971194850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8467144067971194850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8467144067971194850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/transexuals.html' title='transexuals'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-140976317791074814</id><published>2008-06-16T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:05:57.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>i finally had some insight on your life today. i'm glad that you're happy, you know. after all that has happened, i only wish the best for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if bad dreams are a premonition to the future. anyway if they are, then i'm in trouble or rather, trouble's headed my way. my dad is someone who doesnt get dreams but last night he dreamt that i was attacked and eaten up by a lion and leopard (omg can you believe that??) and in his dream, he was screaming and all cause he couldnt save me. my mum had to wake him up because he was screaming in his sleep. that sounds terrible! i've always been paranoid so you can imagine what went through my mind when my mum told me abt it this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: you know, daddy couldnt sleep well last night because......&lt;br /&gt;me: OMG! I'M GOING TO DIE! THIS IS BAD LUCK MUMMY! AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for this terrible ordeal to end. i must focus and persevere! i pray hard and hope that i can get the grades that i desire. life has to get better soon or not i will really give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-140976317791074814?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/140976317791074814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=140976317791074814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/140976317791074814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/140976317791074814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/numb.html' title='numb'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-4746388341650696101</id><published>2008-06-11T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:56:27.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comeback</title><content type='html'>wow its been ages since i blogged! i had to retype my password 5 times in order to log in. the reason why i stopped blogging was because i lost the mood and now, i suddenly had the urge to rant so here goes. I AM GOING TO BE A BALDIE BY THE END OF As! OMGGG. urgh this has got to be one of the worst holidays ever! even when i go out or try to relax, the thought of exams is never far from my mind. and i keep losing hair! wth i can like lose 20 strands of hair just doing maths! maybe this is retribution. i used to laugh at those ads on like yun nam haircare and stuff. at the rate of my hair dropping, i might need the help of mr yun nam! i really cant wait for mid years to end, then i'll give myself a week break before studying again. i have this bad feeling that i'm gonna screw up mid years. i'm studying but not hard enough and theres nothing i can do cause my brain just cant absorb! oh God, help me pls! I NEED A MIRACLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4746388341650696101?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4746388341650696101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=4746388341650696101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4746388341650696101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4746388341650696101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/06/comeback.html' title='comeback'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-2658364310730390069</id><published>2008-01-31T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T04:46:17.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute boy and dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_EZDBVuOk4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_EZDBVuOk4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this video really melts my heart!! awwww. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-2658364310730390069?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2658364310730390069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=2658364310730390069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2658364310730390069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2658364310730390069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/01/cute-boy-and-dog.html' title='cute boy and dog'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-5723058745766392483</id><published>2008-01-29T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:20:30.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dress</title><content type='html'>it was a great day today! this morning when i came to school, poko surprised me by giving me a present. he actually bought me the dress that i tried on last sat but didnt want to purchase it cause it was too pricey. i really love the dress and wanted desperately to buy it but my mum didnt allow me. omg cant believe he bought it for me! i feel so touched. thanks poko, you're the sweetest=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was quite short as well. ended at 2pm. haha maths tutorial is seriously the most entertaining. mr ho is hilarious! all his illustrations are so weird and its damn funny when he scolds someone stupid or idiot and curse them to hell. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched 27 dresses after school. omg i love the movie! its as good as what everyone said it would be. one of the best romantic comedies i've seen. oh, and james marsden is such a cutie! haha i've liked him since xmen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not looking forward to tmr. gonna be a long day, volleyball plus math tuition. grrr. alrighty shall go study hist now. adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5723058745766392483?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5723058745766392483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-2796916234674945461</id><published>2008-01-24T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T04:08:20.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you say you love me</title><content type='html'>Like the sound of silence calling,&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling, lost in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Like the echoes of our souls are meeting,&lt;br /&gt;You say those words and my heart stops beating.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it means.&lt;br /&gt;What could it be that comes over me?&lt;br /&gt;At times I can't move.&lt;br /&gt;At times I can hardly breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;The world goes still, so still inside and&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, there's no one else alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I've always thought of.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, but I feel sheltered in your love.&lt;br /&gt;You're where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;And when you're with me if I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;There are times I swear I feel like I can fly&lt;br /&gt;For a moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between the Heavens and Earth ,&lt;br /&gt;And frozen in time, Oh when you say those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;The world goes still, so still inside and&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, there's no one else alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this journey that we're on.&lt;br /&gt;How far we've come and I celebrate every moment.&lt;br /&gt;And when you say you love me,&lt;br /&gt;That's all you have to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always feel this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;The world goes still, so still inside and&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;In that moment,I know why I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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title='when you say you love me'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-8476703254382404118</id><published>2008-01-18T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T07:56:28.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bebe is so cute</title><content type='html'>I LOVE BEBE, LIKE ALOT. amazing how a puppy can bring so much joy into my life. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8476703254382404118?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-7883177269153715283</id><published>2008-01-16T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:09:24.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit</title><content type='html'>today is one of the worst days since school started. i'm not going to say why but right now, i feel like doing drastic stuff that i'm positive i'll regret later. so using that tiny bit of sanity left in me, i shall avoid talking to anyone and just stay in my room. i hope the long sleep would take away this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-7883177269153715283?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-5660109534976582397</id><published>2008-01-11T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:50:29.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking her home</title><content type='html'>Looking back &lt;br /&gt;He sees it all &lt;br /&gt;It was her first date the night he came to call &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her dad said son &lt;br /&gt;Have her home on time &lt;br /&gt;And promise me you’ll never leave her side &lt;br /&gt;He took her to a show in town &lt;br /&gt;And he was ten feet off the ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;He was walking her home &lt;br /&gt;Holding her hand &lt;br /&gt;Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him &lt;br /&gt;Down that old road &lt;br /&gt;With the stars up above &lt;br /&gt;He remembers where he was the night he fell in love &lt;br /&gt;He was walking her home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten more years and a waiting room &lt;br /&gt;At half past one &lt;br /&gt;Was when the doctor said come in and meet your son &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his knees went weak &lt;br /&gt;When he saw his wife &lt;br /&gt;She was smiling and she said he’s got your eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as she slept he held her tight &lt;br /&gt;His mind went back to that first night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked her through the best days of her life &lt;br /&gt;Sixty years together and he never left her side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nursing home &lt;br /&gt;At eighty-five &lt;br /&gt;And the doctor said it could be her last night &lt;br /&gt;And the nurse said Oh &lt;br /&gt;Should we tell him now &lt;br /&gt;Or should we wait until the morning to find out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they checked her room that night &lt;br /&gt;He was laying by her side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh he was walking her home &lt;br /&gt;And holding her hand &lt;br /&gt;Oh the way she smiled when he said this is not the end &lt;br /&gt;And just for a while they were eighteen &lt;br /&gt;And she was still more beautiful to him than anything &lt;br /&gt;He was walking her home &lt;br /&gt;He was walking her home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song reminds me of allie and noah from the notebook. aww so sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5660109534976582397?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5660109534976582397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=5660109534976582397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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doctor didnt want to see me since its past 10 but my mum said i was pretty serious so he had no choice. yeah so i was the last patient and i was sitting outside, with a stupid plastic bag in my hands waiting for the dreaded puke to come out. i was clutching my knees, bending forward, when suddenly my whole body cramped up! thats right, whole body! its like some scary attack! i couldnt move a muscle and i just collasped on the bench as i thought "this is my dying moment. i'm going to dieeee!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents were frantic with worry as they carried me into the doctor's room. i jumped like 6 person's turn and i think i made them all pissed off. but hey, an emergency is an emergency! the nurses all thought i was going to die too as they started alerting the doctor. omg damn scary la! i've always had gastric flu and stuff, but never in my life have i had a cramping attack. after lying down on the bed for abt 15 mins, i came back to life. so scary! the doctor said its cause the pain is so bad that the whole body just cramps up. omggg. i was desperate to recover so i asked for a jab, even though i hate needles. but he said injections are useless for my case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said if i were to get another attack in the middle of the night, i was to be admitted into the hospital immediately. i was freaking out la. when i reached home, i called poko and anna. hearing their voices calmed me down alot and i was touched by their concern. thankfully i slept through the night and today, i feel alot better. less nauseous and my appetite's slowly coming back. but i still feel slightly uncomfortable and weak though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care, i must go to school tmr! i miss my class and poko so much! besides, staying at home makes me emo. dear lord, pls help me to recover fast pls!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-3402462520619011048?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3402462520619011048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=3402462520619011048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3402462520619011048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3402462520619011048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/01/still-sick.html' title='still sick'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-1380275783177359249</id><published>2008-01-08T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:53:37.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>i'm sick again! urghhh. couldnt sleep last night. got up at 3.30am and felt this weird sensation in my chest and starting tossing and turning till my parents got up. i reluctantly got ready for skool and when i was in the car, i puked. my dad quickly turned back around and sent me back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so unfair. why am i always getting indigestion/gastric flu/food poisoning? my digestive system must suck alot. i hate the uncomfortable feeling thats always there, spinning sensation in your belly and then the puking. i cant even sleep properly! oh and the worst is, when you know you need to puke, but nothing can come out and you have to lie back down uncomfortably and wait for the stupid puke to come out when its ready. urghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling very grumpy now. wished i could be in skool with my friends and poko. whatever, i shall try to get some sleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-1380275783177359249?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1380275783177359249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=1380275783177359249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1380275783177359249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1380275783177359249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/01/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-5665792424778981843</id><published>2008-01-07T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:10:34.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like a pig</title><content type='html'>I FEEL LIKE A PIG. HAVE BEEN EATING LIKE ALOT ALOT THESE PAST FEW DAYS. ahhhh. maybe its the medication i'm on, that leads to this huge increase in appetite. omg today i finished the entire happy meal from western best la! siao right. weighed myself today, i've gained 1.5kg. i have to stop eating at this rate, or not i'll be like 60kg by the end of the month. YIKES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R4IyqLKf8QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l_5Ly3JJ7mA/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R4IyqLKf8QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l_5Ly3JJ7mA/s320/Image076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152736623797989634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5665792424778981843?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5665792424778981843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=5665792424778981843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5665792424778981843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5665792424778981843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel-like-pig.html' title='i feel like a pig'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R4IyqLKf8QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l_5Ly3JJ7mA/s72-c/Image076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-6298186568524099283</id><published>2008-01-04T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:29:56.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You are the one the one that lies close to me&lt;br /&gt;Whisper's hello I miss you quite terribly&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R35Pg7Kf8PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ECccB14a3hk/s1600-h/Image062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R35Pg7Kf8PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ECccB14a3hk/s320/Image062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151642450814562546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-6298186568524099283?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6298186568524099283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=6298186568524099283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6298186568524099283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6298186568524099283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/01/ordinary-day.html' title='ordinary day'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R35Pg7Kf8PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ECccB14a3hk/s72-c/Image062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-6556887421235269735</id><published>2008-01-02T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:52:40.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day as a j2</title><content type='html'>its the first day of skool!! whoohoooo. haha as i expected, it was pretty slack. omg i was so excited this morning, woke up before the alarm rang. haha! i guess i just couldnt wait to see my classmates again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a jam turning into the skool cause of all the new j1s. looking at their excited/scared faces, i'm reminded of how i felt like last year. haha i was extremely nervous since it was my first time attending a mixed skool. ahhh i miss my first ig! thank god my ig was pretty cool. ohoh it was nice bumping into my facil, andrew ng, today. haha he said he's gonna be enlisted in the army soon and he dreads it. lol oh well, i think guys look much more appealing after they've completed ns. so ns to me is a good thing! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a new classroom. I LOVE MY NEW CLASSROOM! its at the j block and its so spacious and windy! haha it'll be great if we had a cosy corner or smth. poor poko was complaining to me abt his new classroom at the science block. true enough, when i went to see it, i felt sad for them. its like really narrow and claustrophobic. poor t26 and 27! hopefully bro paul would listen to their petitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met 2 new teachers today. mr kwan and ms wong. both seem pretty alright, just hoping that they can actually teach. no point having a nice teacher who cant teach. haha. anyway after skool i went to kap with anna. we bought food from cold storage and swiss bake. i love the honey glazed chicken steak from cold storage. really yummy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i went to my godsis's place and played with bebe. OMG I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THAT PUPPY. she's seriously the cutest and most manja thing ever!! follows you wherever you go and loves being carried around like a baby. best thing is, she has no doggy smell. she smells nice! cause my sis sprayed "cologne of the wild" on her. haha! hopefully i can go back there tmr to play with her again. bebe is a good way of helping me save money. without her, i would most probably be in town spending money again. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty shall go read my book now. adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R3ts3LKf8OI/AAAAAAAAAD0/T2E8P0N0A5w/s1600-h/Image070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R3ts3LKf8OI/AAAAAAAAAD0/T2E8P0N0A5w/s320/Image070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150830293973725410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-6556887421235269735?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6556887421235269735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=6556887421235269735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6556887421235269735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6556887421235269735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-as-j2.html' title='first day as a j2'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R3ts3LKf8OI/AAAAAAAAAD0/T2E8P0N0A5w/s72-c/Image070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-2105363797429361949</id><published>2007-12-29T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T03:42:25.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mh's back!</title><content type='html'>its been a great day today! weeee. met up with mh and anna at bugis. haha mh looks great! she's twiggy no more, in place is a pretty and healthy looking girl! haha anna had vouchers at hip diner, this place under the same management as billy bombers. there was this super pretty waitress working there! one of the rare few that stands out even in short hair. we shared sausages, beef stew and waffle. food wasnt that bad but it wasnt spectacular. total bill amounted to 40 plus. when we presented the voucher, to our dismay, the voucher isnt valid on weekends! haha poor anna felt really bad abt it. its ok babycakes, not to worry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh i brought them to intercontinental hotel to use the toilet. stupid anna called me a "piss hole". haha she kept saying that her bladder was gonna burst, when we reached the toilet, i wanted to let her use first but she didnt want to. weirdddd. HAHA. the toilet there is really cramp. hyatt's one is still better. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we made our way to bugis street. omg its like a madhouse there. super crowded. so many shops too! i bought pumps and a cardigan. felt like buying those cute tshirts with funny words on it but decided not to, in case mummy scolded me for buying too much. haha! ooh mh got this really cute smurf and elmo shirt! i'm sure it'll look great on her! alot of the shops there sell similar stuff. ohoh and most of the shopkeepers there are like super young lians who wear thick makeup. abit disturbing. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i had dinner with my parents at singapore poly. the waitresses there are hot. HAHA. i still think that there are more goodlooking girls than guys in singapore. how sad la! lucky for the guys but sad case for us girls man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok shall go play poker now. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-2105363797429361949?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2105363797429361949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=2105363797429361949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2105363797429361949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2105363797429361949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/12/mhs-back.html' title='mh&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-4950555032410969737</id><published>2007-12-26T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T07:59:48.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry belated xmas</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired. havnt been going for training lately cause of my stupid rashes. haha i think my muscles have turned into fats. oh man! i'm quite worried abt my rashes. its been like one week plus already and still, no improvement! on certain days, esp nights, it gets redder and worse. omg did i catch some skin disease? I REALLY HOPE NOT. ahhh damn scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway christmas yesterday was great=) i went to visit my grandma. its been 7 years already and i really miss her. wished she was still here with us. after visiting her, i went to town to meet poko. we went to raffles city shopping centre. omg i love the basement best. SO MUCH GOOD FOOD. had the warm choc cake from beard papa, it was WICKED. lol chocolate really makes me feel "gooey" inside. does that even make sense? haha! after binging, we went to clementi station to meet my ex class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh organised a christmas bbq at his place. it was great seeing weiming and bernice again=) haha the fire took ages to warm up. i like bbqing! it's one of the rare few ways that i know how to cook the food properly. haha although the fire's really hot and my whole body stinks after that, i dont really mind cause i like the feeling of cooking the meat properly and having ppl say "mmmm thanks!". i feel so accomplished! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i experiencing bone aches now? omg i hope it isnt the rashes. shall go watch gossip girl to take my mind off it! cant wait for tmr, gonna ride the cable car!! weee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4950555032410969737?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4950555032410969737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=4950555032410969737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4950555032410969737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4950555032410969737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-belated-xmas.html' title='merry belated xmas'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-3100742716335199919</id><published>2007-12-21T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T06:06:04.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy day</title><content type='html'>i went for my dental checkup today. i've never liked visiting the dentist, smth bad would always happen. i was dreading my checkup today and true enough, smth bad did happen. my dentist went on a honeymoon so this new guy took over. he was super friendly. first thing he said to me was "sooo diane, you're from mg? i'm an ac guy." and i was like "ac guys are annoying." haha! then he made me lie down on the chair and asked if i requested any music. so i requested for oasis. it helped calm me down a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first he did the usual check for decay, when none was to be found, usually he would proceed with polishing but this jerk was like "hmmm i can see your wisdom tooth. you need an xray." i was like wtf?! i mean, i didnt feel any pain or whatsoever so why the hell would i need an xray?? i bet he just wants to earn extra money. so i had my FIRST xray, it was pretty alright. when the picture developed, he told me that all 4 of my wisdom tooth would give me problems. WTH LA. but the bottom ones were more serious cause it was going to collide with my other teeth or smth like that. so that jerk said "in 6 months time, you would start to experience discomfort." i was quite pissed with him. i mean, for nothing you have to tell me this sorta news and make me nervous. stupid jerk. when i was fidgeting on the chair, he called me a scaredy-cat and was like "dont worry, i'm very gentle." omg i almost gagged la! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that horrid dental appointment, i went to meet hf and ting ting in town. as usual, being with them makes me laugh alot and soon i forgot abt the disgusting dentist. it was so crowded and sunny today! almost every shop in town was packed with ppl! haha we walked from town to ps and ting ting was telling me what happened to her last week. all i can say is: ting ting, leave it all up to fate. uh huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner at long johns. omg poor hf, her combo 1 took ages to come! haha but being the nice nun that she was, she never lost her temper. i hate it when the people say they'll deliver our orders but in the end, we have to end up collecting it ourselves cause they forget abt it. super annoying man. hf and i excitedly tried taking pictures with our new phones. we feel abit cheated cause the camera doesnt seem like its really 3.2mg. i dunno, some of the pics were kinda grainy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to istana park to camwhore after dinner. omg there was a party at Giraffe!! that restaurant seems super nice, i shall go try it some day! i dont like my camera. taking pics at night produces really bad quality pictures. maybe there's a way i can enhance the quality. hmmm. anyway we went back to ps after that and watched this choir from malaysia sing and dance! it was pretty cool! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k shall go apply lotion now, rashes still not down yet. grrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-3100742716335199919?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3100742716335199919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=3100742716335199919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3100742716335199919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3100742716335199919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/12/rainy-day.html' title='rainy day'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-8210118980933918760</id><published>2007-12-17T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:52:47.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>itchy</title><content type='html'>i am very very unlucky. my knee injury healed but i got rashes and a pimple on my eye. WTH RIGHT? the pimple on the eye thing, i think its cause of that movie Good Luck Chuck. i watched it, thinking it would be a nice romantice comedy. well yes, it was kinda nice but it was ruined by the multiple sex scenes that chuck had with other woman. omg i dont know if those were counted as porn, if they were, then omg i watched my first porn! SICKKK. its so gross la, there were multiple captions of him doing it in different positions with different woman. must be that movie that contaminated my eyes. now i got a pimple on my left eye! urghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have no idea how i got the rashes. tiny red spots all over my body. it isnt as bad as hives but still, its difficult to look at it. and it's so itchy! omg i heard the mouline rouge song on the radio just now, and it made my rashes itch more! haha weird i know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got an mc for volleyball training. still deciding whether or not i should go tmr. hope my rashes subside soon! k shall go read my suicide novel now. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8210118980933918760?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8210118980933918760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8210118980933918760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8210118980933918760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8210118980933918760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/12/itchy.html' title='itchy'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-1887541477601600148</id><published>2007-12-13T05:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T05:53:42.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY</title><content type='html'>weeee i feel so happy today! despite the terrible muscle aches and all, i still feel great!  went to town today to meet mel. haha it feels GREAT seeing her again! she's still as funny as ever=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to food republic and had hokkien mee. haha i bet she missed it alot when she's in melbourne. omg the queue was still as long as ever, but thankfully the uncle was really fast at cooking. hmm frying hokkien mee over the huge wok seems fun! all he does is throw in the ingredients and stir. haha. the hokkien mee is wasted on me, cause i only eat the noodles but i dont eat the prawns. haha i dont know how to peel prawns with the spoon and chopsticks. use my hands la! you might say. but you know what? i dont like getting my hands dirty. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to starbucks and had mocha frap and chatted for hours. she updated me on her life in melbourne. omg there are so many weird ppl there! haha i certainly dont meet those sort of ppl here in cj. when we were camwhoring halfway, this bulky ang moh guy was like "would you like me to help you take a picture?" OMG I TOTALLY FREAKED. i mean, i get nervous when i interact with ang mohs, i always think they have a problem understanding my singlish. haha! mel and i were supposed to do a random face shot but i was so nervous that i ended up smiling. HAHA. sorry mel! didnt mean to pang seh you. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ting ting and jon for dinner. we went to pepper lunch. hmm, seems like nowadays pepper lunch is kinda empty. maybe ppl are getting sick of it. not me though! i looove the beef pepper rice! haha. jon and i were telling ting ting about the american pie series. i love american pie! yeah yeah, its a sick show but its also extremely hilarious! haha ting ting, must go watch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shared a cup of venetia ice cream for dessert. the three of us sat on a bench, jon in the middle holding the cup. omg we got so many looks from ppl la! i dunno what was on their mind, did they think that jon was pimping us or smth? HAHA. quite a number of girls/ladies looked at jon. haha oooh, my son's a ladies killer! lol i'm a proud mummy man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok shall go and watch lovewrecked again. I LOVE JONATHAN BENNETT! haha goodbye wentworth miller, there's a new man in my life now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R2E5N4XKD_I/AAAAAAAAADs/pWCFs9E91gU/s1600-h/jon+forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R2E5N4XKD_I/AAAAAAAAADs/pWCFs9E91gU/s320/jon+forest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143455160064413682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-1887541477601600148?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1887541477601600148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=1887541477601600148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1887541477601600148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1887541477601600148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy.html' title='HAPPY'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R2E5N4XKD_I/AAAAAAAAADs/pWCFs9E91gU/s72-c/jon+forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-3793654567794466321</id><published>2007-12-09T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:58:20.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's like a painting</title><content type='html'>there are so many other wonderful things that eyes could see if they really focused. life's kind of like a painting. a really bizarre abstract painting. you could look at it and think that all it is is a blur. and you can continute living your life thinking that all it is is a blur. but if you really look at it, really see it, focus on it and use your imagination, life can become so much more. that painting could be of the sea, the sky, people, buildings, a butterfly on a flower or anything except the blur you were once convinced it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R1zxgnY4GqI/AAAAAAAAADk/hGcZWw-q1mw/s1600-h/woman+in+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R1zxgnY4GqI/AAAAAAAAADk/hGcZWw-q1mw/s320/woman+in+temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142250417181694626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-3793654567794466321?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3793654567794466321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=3793654567794466321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3793654567794466321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3793654567794466321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/12/lifes-like-painting.html' title='life&apos;s like a painting'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R1zxgnY4GqI/AAAAAAAAADk/hGcZWw-q1mw/s72-c/woman+in+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-5625745333332631183</id><published>2007-12-09T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T05:54:16.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE LIZARDS</title><content type='html'>I HATE LIZARDS, I REALLY HATE THEM! highlight of my day would be the shit lizard that my mum has been trying to catch for days. alright so i was watching haunted mansion, and when the commericials came on. i decided to go to the bathroom. on my way there, i looked up and holy shit, there was the ugliest creature on earth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the minute i saw it, i started screaming. "AHHHHHHHH! DADDYYYY! MUMMYYYYY! THERE'S A LIZARD ON THE WALL AND ITS HUGE! OMG OMG, SICK! AHHHHHH!" and my parents came running out. my dad was like "i'll shoot it down." so he went to get a rubberband and paper. sadly my dad is no robin hood. he missed his first aim and the shit lizard was still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my mum was like "spray it! i'll go get baygone!" so she excitedly went to get the baygone and she courageously took a chair, stood on it and sprayed at it! the first time, the lizard wriggled abit and i screamed. IT'S SERIOUSLY DISGUSTING. so my mum sprayed a second time and the lizard fell to the ground and made its way to the kitchen! my mum and i screamed as she chased it there. then she started smacking the lizard with folded newspaper. after 3 hard smacks, it died. OMG BUT THE TAIL CAME OUT AND STARTED TO JUMP ABOUT. ahhhhh damn gross! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad quickly took a plastic bag, scooped it up and got rid of it. YUCK YUCK YUCK. here's a picture of the shit lizard, thats lying dead now in the rubbish chute. MUAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R1vzYnY4GpI/AAAAAAAAADc/eJ6n_fKI18I/s1600-h/ABCD0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/R1vzYnY4GpI/AAAAAAAAADc/eJ6n_fKI18I/s320/ABCD0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141971003789286034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5625745333332631183?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5625745333332631183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=5625745333332631183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-8399813198632013334</id><published>2007-12-05T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:18:22.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it never seems to end</title><content type='html'>it never seems to end. really, all i see is just more problems coming my way. why is it always like that? i do something and instead of making it better, i've only made things worse. i think i know why. its cause i'm too dumb to think of the consequences. if i think that doing this would make it better, i just go ahead and do it, without thinking otherwise if it may have reverse effects. that just makes me a rash idiot doesnt it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that they care about me. cause they keep trying to find ways to let me know. and when people feel angry, hurt, sad and disappointed, their words tend to be harsher. right now, i'm calm about it. staying calm is the only way for me to process what they say and react to it. cause when i'm extremely angry or sad, i cant think properly. and i'll just accept everything. which i've realised isnt right, cause its important to be honest. without honesty, nothing can be solved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone changes, you all know that. but i feel that no matter how much you change, there is still a you inside there somewhere. i thought they failed to see that, and i was really puzzled and frustrated. i mean, they are my friends, why cant they see that i'm still me on the inside, despite how i changed on the outside? she said she sees it, thats why she keeps trying. okay i'm glad she does, but on that night, it really didnt seem that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to defend myself on this blog, cause it may once again have the reverse effect from what i want. i feel that what we all need now is a discussion, definitely not an argument. being angry wont solve anything. so pls guys, lets not get angry with one another ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8399813198632013334?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8399813198632013334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8399813198632013334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8399813198632013334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8399813198632013334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-never-seems-to-end.html' title='it never seems to end'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-5722126774322335270</id><published>2007-12-05T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T05:38:32.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>remember me always</title><content type='html'>So many memories we've made together&lt;br /&gt;As the years have slowly passed.&lt;br /&gt;Tears may have been cried&lt;br /&gt;But our laughter drowned them all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing my deepest-most secrets with you&lt;br /&gt;Talking forever about things&lt;br /&gt;Until our words just ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell you the answers&lt;br /&gt;To the questions you have.&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your heart is troubled,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to think of me.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times of joy&lt;br /&gt;We have shared&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it will make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the memories we have made&lt;br /&gt;And cherish them&lt;br /&gt;As I always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5722126774322335270?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5722126774322335270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=5722126774322335270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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left,i felt so sad=( he's going to be gone for 11 days and i'm already missing him alot. i usually never sleep past 12 but last night, i slept at 2am. i couldnt bear to leave him despite how sleepy i was. he tried cheering me up by entertaining me on his webcam but that only made me even more sad. it's raining heavily now, that only serves to heighten up my emo-ness this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be going out later but i really dont feel like it. i feel like just lying on my bed and hug my cushion. what's wrong with me? i havnt felt this emo since i dunno when. i hate this feeling, i cant even bring myself to smile right now and usually people always say that i'm smiling for no reason. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see you when I wake up &lt;br /&gt;Is a gift I didn't think could be real&lt;br /&gt;To know that you feel the same as I do &lt;br /&gt;Is a three-fold utopian dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do something to me that I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;So would I be out of line if I said&lt;br /&gt;I miss you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your picture&lt;br /&gt;I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine&lt;br /&gt;You have only been gone ten days&lt;br /&gt;But already I'm wasting away&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll see you again &lt;br /&gt;Whether far or soon&lt;br /&gt;But I need you to know that I care &lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8465208876697166131?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8465208876697166131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8465208876697166131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8465208876697166131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8465208876697166131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/12/lovesick.html' title='lovesick'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-7072534531600049760</id><published>2007-12-03T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T07:53:40.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleeding love</title><content type='html'>Closed off from love &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t need the pain &lt;br /&gt;Once or twice was enough &lt;br /&gt;And it was all in vain &lt;br /&gt;Time starts to pass &lt;br /&gt;Before you know it you’re frozen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened &lt;br /&gt;For the very first time with you &lt;br /&gt;My heart melts into the ground &lt;br /&gt;Found something true &lt;br /&gt;And everyone’s looking round &lt;br /&gt;Thinking I’m going crazy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care what they say &lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you &lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away &lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth &lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vein &lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to hear &lt;br /&gt;But they talk so loud &lt;br /&gt;Their piercing sounds fill my ears &lt;br /&gt;Try to fill me with doubt &lt;br /&gt;Yet I know that the goal &lt;br /&gt;Is to keep me from falling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing’s greater &lt;br /&gt;Than the rush that comes with your embrace &lt;br /&gt;And in this world of loneliness &lt;br /&gt;I see your face &lt;br /&gt;Yet everyone around me &lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I’m going crazy, maybe, maybe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care what they say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you &lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away &lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth &lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vein &lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s draining all of me &lt;br /&gt;Oh they find it hard to believe &lt;br /&gt;I’ll be wearing these scars &lt;br /&gt;For everyone to see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care what they say &lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you &lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away &lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth &lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vein &lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing &lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love &lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-7072534531600049760?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7072534531600049760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=7072534531600049760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/7072534531600049760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/7072534531600049760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/12/bleeding-love.html' title='bleeding love'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-747079640261429050</id><published>2007-11-30T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:23:00.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>full of it</title><content type='html'>went out with hf, ting, bronson and jon today! haha we were supposed to go drinking but we ended up catching a night movie at lido. the guys wanted to watch some vampire show, 30 days and nights or something. bronson said its something like underworld. sounds cool! i love vampires. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at lido. i'm the only extra one that ate long john's while the rest had subway for dinner. omg i cant stand the service there. the ppl are just plain rude. when it came to my turn to order, the girl said rudely "yeah." as if she's talking to some lowly creature. i asked for tartar sauce and she gave me only one packet. stingy pok! by then i was kinda pissed so i told her off "do you honestly think one packet is enough for 2 fish?" and instead of being scared, she just threw another packet of tartar sauce on my tray. WTH. next time i shall not purchase from that outlet again! terrible service la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had about an hour plus to kill before our movie started so we just chatted. haha i thought the guys would be bored but they actually enjoyed talking girl talk with us. lol oh btw, thanks bronson, for the cute couple figurine from korea! it was really sweet=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched Full Of It. i thought that the movie wasnt so bad, pretty funny in fact. but the guys fell asleep. HAHA. omg jon and bronson look like a gay couple in the cinema, obviously they're straight. but still, damn funny! HAHA. i absolutely hate cinemas 5 and 6. i heard its haunted. omg cinema 5 has a foul smell and jon tried to scare me by saying "mummy, i smell a dead body. i think someone died here." what kind of son takes pleasure in scaring his mother? TSK TSK. oh and before th movie started, this bunch of idiots walked in making the ghostly noise and hf and me sort of screamed! we were already quite spooked out by the cinema and these idiots had to make it worse. omg what a bunch of losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was a fun day. cant wait to go out with them again next friday! shall go sleep now, going to visit my aussie cousins tmr morning. whoohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-747079640261429050?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/747079640261429050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=747079640261429050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/747079640261429050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/747079640261429050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/11/full-of-it.html' title='full of it'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-1034572740555614601</id><published>2007-11-27T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:35:38.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as the years progress</title><content type='html'>i've been listening to my past years favorite songs lately. haha it just seems as if i've gotten bored or something of this year's songs and i prefer going back to the oldies. here's a list of my favorite songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998: My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion (loved that song so much cause of the movie titanic, watched it 10 times!)&lt;br /&gt;1999: Crazy by Britney Spears (thanks to my godbro who kept singing it during our entire perth trip)&lt;br /&gt;2000: Larger than Life by BSB (i loved it so much that i went to learn that song on the piano. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;2001: Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer (the lyrics are awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;2002: Everywhere by Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;2003: What dreams are Made Of by Hilary Duff (omg we even did a gym routine based on that song!)&lt;br /&gt;2004: Torn by Natalie Imbruglia&lt;br /&gt;2005: We Belong Together by Mariah Carey (omg i absolutely love the video! AHHH WENTWORTH MILLER.)&lt;br /&gt;2006: Faraway by Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favorite song for this year is........ WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND by the very sexy and talented JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE! HAHAHAHA. i love all of justin's songs, all of them are so catchy and have the justin "feel" to it. haha k shall update more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-1034572740555614601?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1034572740555614601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=1034572740555614601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1034572740555614601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1034572740555614601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-years-progress.html' title='as the years progress'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-1495533168314791712</id><published>2007-11-24T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T06:33:54.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>t11 ecp</title><content type='html'>MY ASS HURTS LIKE SHIT NOW. omggg. haha i had so much fun today! t11 outing at east coast park!! wooohooo. i really miss that class alot, even though majority are guys. thankfully they arent jerks and i realised that they are actually really nice ppl! i miss those non cj peeps the most! bernice, weiming, chris, anthony, rastus... the list goes on! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with poko at 11am to have ikea meatballs. it was his first time going there. so cute la! haha he said the place smells like an airplane and that made him a teensy weensy nauseus but other than that, he likes the meatballs! normal person's comment after having the first bite would be "mmmmhmmmm, this is good!" or something along those lines. but his was "do you know that the sauce is very fattening? i think its made with butter." HAHAHAHHA. i started laughing and called him gay. its so fun to poke fun at him, esp if i insult his masculinity. he wore pink today, it was really cute! but i didnt tell him that, i told him he looked gay. HAHA. oh poko, if only you knew the truth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ikea, we took a train to paya lebar. omg the train was filled with 3 weird banglas. weird cause they wrapped their heads with GIRLY SILKY SCARFS! damn sick la. one of them grinned at me in a perverse way, not much of a surprise there. banglas are damn cheeko and love perving at girls. urgh! when we reached paya lebar, we took a bus to marine parade. omg the bus was damn crowded. haha when the enchanted trailer came on, i started singing the song. i dont care if ppl heard me, i love enchanted! such a beautiful and heartwarming movie. SIGHS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cabbed to east coast from marine parade. yeah pretty dumb since its kinda near but i was too tired to walk. HAHA. met up with my class at macs. i barely spoke to chris and anthony, they had to leave early=( anyhow, both of them looked great! we rented bikes after that. this is kinda embarrassing but i have no idea how to cycle. so poko and i got the double bike. at first, i was damn scared! i mean, it was my first time peddling on a two wheel bike! i kept going "ahhhh! slow down pls! i'm very scared! ahhhh!" and dear poko just went "okay, is this better? i'm going very slow already..." aww he's so patient! it took me about 10 minutes to get the hang of it. after that we started going faster and it was really fun! ahhhh it was great feeling the breeze in your hair and enjoying the beautiful scenery. we cycled all the way to the jetty and took a few pictures there! haha so many ppl were fishing there. i shall try fishing one day, looks fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class caught up with us later and we cycled together to changi. it's really fun cycling and chatting with each other. i so need to learn how to cycle. my childhood is super deprived! i cant swim, cycle or roller blade. SAD CASE MAN. anyway after ecp, we went to parkway parade and shopped! omg there's a new borders there. it's crowded since there was a 20% storewide discount. bev bought a cool cookbook for her mum and mich bought a click 5 cd. haha baba is so funny, she had such a hard time deciding whether or not to purchase the cd. in the end she did, i guess she just cant resist the lead singer's cute face. HAHA KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at ajisen. omg they employed 2 weird thai waiters. at first one of them sent me looks whenever he passed our table and i got quite disturbed by it. but after awhile it was fine. crayfish ramen is the best! after dinner we walked around for abit before heading home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man my class needs to have another outing soon. i miss all of them so much! i hope my butt aches subsides by tmr, i cant even sit properly now! omg shall go lie on my bed now. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-1495533168314791712?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1495533168314791712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=1495533168314791712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1495533168314791712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1495533168314791712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/11/t11-ecp.html' title='t11 ecp'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-551632699868177403</id><published>2007-11-22T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:54:15.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ever ever after</title><content type='html'>Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside we want to believe they still do&lt;br /&gt;And a secret is taught, it's our favourite part of the story&lt;br /&gt;Let's just admit we all want to make it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;If we just don't get it our own way&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;It may only be a wish away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting your fashion, wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you reach what's real just by making believe&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid, unashamed&lt;br /&gt;There is joy to be claimed in this world&lt;br /&gt;You even might wind up being glad to be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Though the world will tell you it's not smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;The world can be yours if you let your heart&lt;br /&gt;Believe in ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder your heart feels it's flying&lt;br /&gt;Your head feels it's spinning&lt;br /&gt;Each happy ending's a brand new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself be enchanted, you just might break through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Forever could even start today&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just one wish away&lt;br /&gt;Your ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for ever ever after&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-551632699868177403?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/551632699868177403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=551632699868177403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/551632699868177403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/551632699868177403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/11/ever-ever-after.html' title='ever ever after'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-8148568457016679295</id><published>2007-10-31T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T03:51:48.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>my first official day of freedom and what do i do? i was stuck at home, could barely move around cause i caught some stomach virus. wth i feel so cheated! i woke up this morning with twisting and gripping stomach pain, felt like i was going to die. the pain was seriously unbearable! vomited 3 times and had diarrhoea. GROSS PLS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 10am, i went to see the doctor. the queue was so freakin long! i vomited in a plastic bag while waiting and this woman opposite me picked up her son and ran out of the clinic. omg i felt abit bad but i seriously could not control myself. this kind woman showed sympathy and asked me if i was alright. after waiting for like ages, it was finally my turn. dr. lin said he had to give me a jab. he wanted to jab me at my ass but despite me being weak and all, i screamed out a weak "no!" and lifted up my sleeves, indicating that he should jab me at my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the jab, i moaned in pain. and he said "you see, thats why i wanted to jab you at your buttocks. a skinny girl like you does not have enough flesh on the arms hence its painful." i got annoyed. i told him "its not the jab that hurts, its my damn stomach! the jab is nothing compared to my stomach. when is this pain going to end?!" and then he said 30 mins after the jab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave me so much pills! i hate being sick. i feel like an invalid. urgh! at least my pain is gone now but i still feel so weak. i hope by tmr, i'll be back to my usual self again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i really wanna eat ikea meatballs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8148568457016679295?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8148568457016679295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8148568457016679295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8148568457016679295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8148568457016679295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/10/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-1763747635369608873</id><published>2007-10-30T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:30:18.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS OVER</title><content type='html'>ITS OVERRRRRRRRRRR. like finally man! no more chinese and pw! YESSSS! haha its been a rather interesting day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school at 8am to finish up our SUPERCOOL (excuse the big ego) model for pw. haha quite a few ppl complimented us on our model. "what's that? it's very nice! waaa hen mei leh!" hahahha. anyway i was a nervous wreck before the op, i was so afraid of screwing up. when it came to the actual presentation, i think i went a little too fast and for the question and answer section, my answer was damn loserish. HAHA. but who cares? IT'S OVERRR. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after op, i went to town with my awesome pw group. I LOVE MY PW GROUP! i could sit and chat for hours with them. i shall quote huifang, "WE ARE THE COOLEST GROUP MAN!" yes i agree! haha i forgot to bring my wallet today so thank god for huifang, being the kind soul that she is, lent me $7.30 today. haha like duh, that girl's future ambition is a nun! huifang is so nice, thats why i love to suan/make fun of her. all in good cause of course! huifang, dont be offended k! i love you sister! haha. oh shall not forget the chio bu, ting ting! she may seem dao and all, but she's super cute and hilarious! ting ting, i shall sing you a cute song! "chitty bang bang, chitty chitty bang bang..." HAHAHHAHA. i can picture you singing that song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked from taka to ps. haha i think its kinda far but thats cause my stamina sucks like shit. according to my friends, they said its near. shit man, training is starting soon! ahhhh must go running one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my first time trying hershey pie today. i must say, its pretty good! i love the biscuit layer at the bottom. yummieeeee! but eating too much of it is kinda gelak, cause it's super sweet. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i cant wait for tmr. meeting my baby cousins! haha actually they're not exactly babies since they are like around 12-14. but to me, they're babies! i'll never forget playing masak masak, barbie, catching and monkey spotting with them! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee shall go blog surfing now. ADIOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-1763747635369608873?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1763747635369608873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=1763747635369608873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1763747635369608873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1763747635369608873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-over.html' title='ITS OVER'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-8536905879461559778</id><published>2007-10-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T08:10:28.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>i'm back! finally decided to start blogging again. haha. it's mh's birthday today! HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY SEXAYE! hope you had a blast in melbourne=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired nowadays. thats probably cause i go out everyday. haha by now, i ought to be sick of orchard, city hall, bugis or even vivo and yet, i'm not! i guess its the company that matters. haha visiting those places repeatedly doesnt bore me since i'm with people that i love=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided! i'm going to drop the bombshell on my parents next week. holding it in for so long isnt easy. i dont wish to lie to them anymore so yes, i shall tell them about it next week after the dreaded chinese and pw is over! some say i should hide it for as long as i can, whereas others said i should just come clean with them. i wish to be honest with them cause i hate the guilty feeling i get everytime i lie to them. this bombshell that i'm referring to here is my relationship with poko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps they wouldnt be too shocked by it since they already know that the both of us like each other. they just dont know the fact that we're going out. okay this is the worst case scenario that might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: uh mummy, daddy, i have something important to tell you guys.&lt;br /&gt;mum: what what?&lt;br /&gt;dad: what is it?&lt;br /&gt;me:uh.... you know poko?&lt;br /&gt;mum:yes, what about him?&lt;br /&gt;me:you know that we both like each other right? i told you that we spend ALOT of time together in school and all...&lt;br /&gt;dad:yes... and so?&lt;br /&gt;me:well you see, he isnt exactly just my very good friend. he's actually my bf.&lt;br /&gt;mum: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;dad: what did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;me:we've been going out for 6 months plus. sorry i lied but thats cause i wanted to prove to you that i could still be promoted even with a bf! and i did! so pls give us your blessings now! PLEASEEEE....&lt;br /&gt;mum:HOW DARE YOU LIE TO US FOR 6 MONTHS?! I CANT BELIEVE YOU. HOW DARE YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;dad:why are you doing this? i've told you many times not to get into a relationship, now is not the time....&lt;br /&gt;me:but but but, we really love each other!&lt;br /&gt;mum:I DONT CARE. CANNOT. I WILL NOT APPROVE OF HIM. I DONT CARE IF HE'S A NICE BOY OR WHAT, I WILL NOT APPROVE!&lt;br /&gt;dad:you've left me with no choice, diane. i have to ban you from going out and confiscate your computer and hp..... i will do all means to stop you from seeing that boy again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. if that happens, i'll just die. okay a better outcome of the situation would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:mummy, daddy, i have something to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;dad and mum: yes? what?&lt;br /&gt;me: poko's not just my friend, he's actually my bf. we've been going out for the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;-short silence-&lt;br /&gt;mum: HAHAHAHA! i knew it all along! i was just waiting for you to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;dad: ok, this is not much of a surprise..&lt;br /&gt;me: really?? i wanted to tell you all after promos and everything. seeing that i didnt fail anything, will you approve? we really love each other.&lt;br /&gt;mum: hmm, derek. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;dad: well, since you've proven that you can handle your relationship and not neglect your studies. i guess i cant say no to you having a bf.&lt;br /&gt;me: omg! really! WHOOOHOOOO. so you approve of our relationship??&lt;br /&gt;dad: bring him home, i'll make my judgement after i've seen him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY HOPE THAT IS WHAT WOULD HAPPEN. okay well time to chat with my cousins. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8536905879461559778?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8536905879461559778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8536905879461559778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8536905879461559778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8536905879461559778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/10/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-3761327099621299454</id><published>2007-10-05T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:34:49.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMOS ARE OVER</title><content type='html'>WEEEEEEE PROMOS ARE OVER!!! HAHAHAHA I'M SUPER HIGH NOW. WEEEEEEEEEE! okay shall blog about what happened the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th October:&lt;br /&gt;had our last paper that day. history was not too bad! phew. after that, anna, mich and i headed to town! we bumped into louis and meiling and we had lunch with them at lido! anna and i had taco bell. omg i forgot what's the name of that foldover i had but anyway it was so hard to consume it man! sooo cheesy and i made such a huge mess! haha anna had to help me remove slices of it from the bag to prevent me from making a further mess. HAHA THANKS BABYCAKES=) after lunch, louis and meiling went to watch balls of fury while the 3 of us went to catch nanny diaries! it was a pretty funny movie! OMG THE BOY WAS SO CUTE! anna couldnt resist him and i could hear her gushing over the small boy. haha! but seriously, that boy is damn cute! it would be nice to have a son like him in the future. benji and his classmates watched the same movie as us as well! haha. after the movie, we bumped into felicia and spoke for a bit=) following that, michelle left and anna and i headed over to penin. OMG THAT PLACE IS DAMN SCARY. its a muds place. anyway i got my black skinny jeans! yay! and then we went to marina square and shopped around=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th october:&lt;br /&gt;weeee went to sentosa with poko's class! haha omg the sun was scorching, i applied lots of sunblock to prevent myself from looking like a mud. we played frisbee, touch rugby, captain's ball and monkey in the water! haha i dont really like touch rugby, i can barely cover a few steps before someone touches me and i have to stop! i enjoyed captain's ball the most. cause i just had to stand in the circle and catch the ball=) yeah yeah, i'm a lazy pig. haha! in between the games, wanyin and i sat near the water to soak our feet and we exchanged gossips! wanyin's a really nice person to talk to=) haha after sentosa we went to vivo and played pool! i played one game, i still suck at it, after all this time. haha! while the guys were playing pool, wanyin, michelle and i went to the arcade! we played bumper cars and... AIR HOCKEY! I AM ADDICTED TO AIR HOCKEY, ITS SUCH A THRILLING GAME! at first it was wanyin versus michelle and i. haha wanyin beat us, 14-3. after that cutter joined in and it was cutter and i, versus the girls. YAY WE OWNED THEM TWICE! haha watching cutter and anand suan each other is pretty amusing. unfortunately anand cant compete with cutter cause cutter's mind is faster and well, i guess cutter is meaner than anand. NO OFFENSE CUTTER, I STILL THINK YOU'RE A NICE GUY. haha and i bet mika thinks so as well huh? hahaha anyway i think poko's class is really nice, everyone is just so easy to talk to and they're warm and friendly=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway i gtg get ready now, meeting sara and melody for lunch! whoopeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-3761327099621299454?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3761327099621299454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=3761327099621299454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3761327099621299454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3761327099621299454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/10/promos-are-over.html' title='PROMOS ARE OVER'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-2145019543045593536</id><published>2007-10-01T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:37:52.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more paper!</title><content type='html'>OMG. IT'S ALMOST OVER!! one more paper, just one more to go!! and yet, i have lost the mood to study for it! ahhhhh. shite man! i wasnt exactly nervous for today's lit paper on bnw and other worlds, but boy when the owl came to check my lit text, my heart started pounding like crazy. i guess its cause during mid years, the indian woman threatened to confiscate my lit text cause i didnt erase the notes that i've scribbled down during lessons. this time, i erased everything already and yet, i still cant help but have the fear that the owl would confiscate my lit text and leave me to die. i'm just being paranoid, but i cant help it. haha when she left and didnt confiscate my lit text (like duh), i whispered "thank you, jesus" five times. i know la, i'm very weird. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i really really should start studying history but i just dont feel like it! instead, i was watching the tyra show on youtube. i used to hate tyra banks, i associated her with a barbie doll who is an airhead. but after watching her show, i realised that she's not exactly an airhead. she has this series concerning Race on her show, they talked abt asian plastic surgery, inter-racial relationships, stereotyping of skin color, etc. when it came to the plastic surgery, she interviewed this pretty korean girl who went to make her eyelids bigger. i dont know why, but tyra kept insisting that the girl wanted double eyelids cause she wanted to be caucasian. when i heard that, i was like wth. the girl tried to explain herself that it wasnt the case, she said she wanted double eye lids to cure the problem of her sagging eyes. but stupid tyra kept insisting that she underwent the surgery to look caucasian. GEEZ. some people are just so stubborn and fail to view things in other people's perspectives, those ppl really bug me at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on inter-racial relationships, she interviewed this hindu girl who ran away from home and married this african american muslim. i felt quite touched by their story, they make such a sweet couple! shame on her parents for disowning her. i know i'm racist against bangla MEN and wish that they die, but after watching the tyra show, i'll try to change my attitude towards banglas. they're human afterall, just with a different skin color. their skin color isnt what defines who they are, its whats on the inside that counts. i shall try my VERY BEST to look past that. BUT, if they try to harrass me again, then sorry, i'll continue hating them. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i really should start studying now. i'll be back soon, hopefully with good news! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-2145019543045593536?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2145019543045593536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=2145019543045593536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2145019543045593536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2145019543045593536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-more-paper.html' title='one more paper!'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-5026577652241312463</id><published>2007-09-25T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:07:03.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Some say love it is a river&lt;br /&gt;That drowns the tender reed.&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a razor&lt;br /&gt;That leaves your soul to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a hunger&lt;br /&gt;An endless, aching need&lt;br /&gt;I say love it is a flower,&lt;br /&gt;And you its only seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart afraid of breaking&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;That never takes the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one who won't be taken,&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;And the soul afraid of dying&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night has been too lonely&lt;br /&gt;And the road has been too long.&lt;br /&gt;And you think that love is only&lt;br /&gt;For the lucky and the strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember in the winter&lt;br /&gt;Far beneath the bitter snow&lt;br /&gt;Lies the seed that with the sun's love,&lt;br /&gt;In the spring, becomes the rose. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5026577652241312463?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5026577652241312463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=5026577652241312463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5026577652241312463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5026577652241312463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/09/rose.html' title='the rose'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-444487176443344174</id><published>2007-09-24T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:44:09.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lit paper</title><content type='html'>i feel so refreshed after taking a 1 hr nap! yay i'm ready to study econs now! haha. do you know whats weird? everytime when i take a nap, which is very seldom btw, i always nap in my parents room. haha dont ask me why! my mum said its cause i want to dirty her bed and not my own. omg thats so not true! i guess i love napping on their bed cause its so big and comfy=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway took my lit paper today. i think it was SLIGHTLY better than mid years but still it wasnt all that great. i started off with othello first, decided to do the extract based question since i had no guts to attempt the essay question. i spent too much time on my othello question. urgh! in the end i was only left with 45 mins to attempt the poetry question and i ended up not writing the conclusion. oh nooooo. anyway the poems were on love, i usually have alot to say about that topic since i love it but today, i didnt have much to write. ahhh so weird! i asked my friends and they too said the poem was weird. anyway i tried my best, all i can do now is to hope that i can at least get a decent grade and pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad picked me up after the paper. i was feeling hungry so he bought me sausage egg mcmuffin from macsl. yay i love my daddy=) oh did i also mention that i just love the old aunties at macs? they're so friendly and cute! so unlike those toilet cleaning ones, who are just so grumpy. the macs aunties always carry a smile on their face and their greeting is always filled with zest. i always feel like laughing everytime i order, cause their cheerfulness is simply contagious! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shall go study econs now. i'm out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-444487176443344174?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/444487176443344174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=444487176443344174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/444487176443344174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/444487176443344174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/09/lit-paper.html' title='lit paper'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-2702780927559065366</id><published>2007-09-21T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T05:08:34.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start of doom</title><content type='html'>omg the battle has begun! this battle to be promoted into j2 and not be retained. OMG. had my first paper today. ahhh i hope i'll do okay for paper 1 as for paper 2, i sense impending doom! may the lord have mercy on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the paper, 10 of us went for lunch at toa payoh hub. we went to the food court. omg the food there sucks like shit! weird that it's called kopitiam, i thought the food there should be of a decent level but this one is really bad. to be safe, i ordered fish n chips. i mean, how wrong can you go with fish n chips right? but i was wrong man. the fries were damn salty plus the fish just tasted weird. ahhh what a waste of my money. bronson ordered mushroom soup and it looked like vomit, the minute he took a spoonful of it, he made this weird face and stopped drinking the rest. anyway i'll never go back to that dreadful food court ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the train ride home was long. toa payoh all the way to boon lay. so i just slept. i woke up to this foul smell beside me and to my horror, it was a bangla. when i turned to look at me, he gave me this perverted grin. OH GROSS! that made me fully awake and i immediately stood up and moved to a different section. i really cannot express my hatred for banglas in words. its just too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i cant wait for this long battle to end. i mustnt give up. hang in there diane! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In times like these you need a Savior&lt;br /&gt;In times like these you need an anchor;&lt;br /&gt;Be very sure, be very sure&lt;br /&gt;Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Rock is Jesus, Yes, He's the One;&lt;br /&gt;This Rock is Jesus, the only One!&lt;br /&gt;Be very sure, be very sure&lt;br /&gt;Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like these you need the Bible,&lt;br /&gt;In times like these O be not idle;&lt;br /&gt;Be very sure, be very sure &lt;br /&gt;Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Rock is Jesus, Yes, He's the One;&lt;br /&gt;This Rock is Jesus, the only One!&lt;br /&gt;Be very sure, be very sure&lt;br /&gt;Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock! &lt;br /&gt;In times like these I have a Savior,&lt;br /&gt;In times like these I have an anchor;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure, I'm very sure&lt;br /&gt;My anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Rock is Jesus, Yes, He's the One;&lt;br /&gt;This Rock is Jesus, the only One!&lt;br /&gt;Be very sure, be very sure&lt;br /&gt;Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-2702780927559065366?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2702780927559065366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=2702780927559065366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2702780927559065366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2702780927559065366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/09/start-of-doom.html' title='start of doom'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-3104561557807501648</id><published>2007-09-17T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T06:28:14.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guardian angel</title><content type='html'>When I see your smile, tears roll down my face. I can't replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm strong, I have figured out, &lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul. &lt;br /&gt;And I know, I'll find, deep inside me, I can be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all.&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing and waves are crashing &lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us. &lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter, &lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all.&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're my, you're my, my, my, my true love, &lt;br /&gt;My whole heart, please don't throw that away. &lt;br /&gt;Because I am here, for you. &lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away, and please tell me you'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Stay&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will, pull my strings just for a thrill. &lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be okay, though my skies are turning gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all.&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the red jumpsuit apparatus! and this song is just so sweet=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-3104561557807501648?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3104561557807501648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=3104561557807501648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3104561557807501648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3104561557807501648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/09/guardian-angel.html' title='guardian angel'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-2827323514655415525</id><published>2007-09-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T07:20:03.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>haha i havnt done a quiz in ages, so i decided to do one with anna! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Your name plus "ness"?&lt;br /&gt;diane-ness. Omg sounds so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Two feelings at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;bubbly and highhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Now that you got it by Gwen Stefani &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Done anything you regret so far this&lt;br /&gt;week?&lt;br /&gt;acting on rash impulses and hurting my friends as a result=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe where you are right now?&lt;br /&gt;studyroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.The highlight of your week?&lt;br /&gt;scolding tan jek suan and Michael tan. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you craving to have right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;reverso ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who were the last people you ate&lt;br /&gt;with?&lt;br /&gt;parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you scared of?&lt;br /&gt;LIZARDS, CLOWNS AND INJECTIONS. Deadly trio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Rougue Assasin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last songs you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;because of you by ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you thinking of someone right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is the last person you talked&lt;br /&gt;to?&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last thing you downloaded on your&lt;br /&gt;computer?&lt;br /&gt;damn pw written report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you changed much this year?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Hug or kiss?&lt;br /&gt;BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who was the last person to text&lt;br /&gt;message you?&lt;br /&gt;poko=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where was the last place you went&lt;br /&gt;to besides where you are?&lt;br /&gt;jurong hill top &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you speak any other language&lt;br /&gt;other than english?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;some cooking show on channel news asia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Do you dress for style or comfort?&lt;br /&gt;uh abit of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name someone with the same b-day&lt;br /&gt;as you?&lt;br /&gt;Linette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ever had a drunken night in mexico?&lt;br /&gt;never got drunk before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Whats the craziest thing you've&lt;br /&gt;done?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done a lot of crazy things, but right now I can only think of pretending to be sick and acting like a spoilt brat in front of the vice principal and discipline master. I escaped suspension and got a lollipop from the vp. Yay me! haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;purple, pink, orange, red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What's your favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;Oreo Os&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What is your favorite Michael&lt;br /&gt;Jackson song?&lt;br /&gt;the way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Any plans right now?&lt;br /&gt;I hope to wake up early tmr morning and go for a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What are your plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;haha no plans for the nite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What are you looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;nothing much really, if everyone gets up early, maybe coffee bean breakfast? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Last time you smile?&lt;br /&gt;5 mins ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Who do you wanna be with right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;haha I think the answer’s pretty obvious=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-2827323514655415525?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2827323514655415525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=2827323514655415525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2827323514655415525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2827323514655415525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/09/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-793230904695277658</id><published>2007-09-12T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:22:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mirror mirror</title><content type='html'>Every mirror tells a tale, &lt;br /&gt;My mirror is a memory I do not wish to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eery reflection has a story yet to be told, &lt;br /&gt;They say the mirror never lies, but that's all my mirror ever sold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Into the reflective piece of glass, that mirror, pool or lake, &lt;br /&gt;Gaze into the lie and realise that it's fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you look so classy in the mirror, but take a look inside, &lt;br /&gt;Your body spins a different song, there's things your eyes can not hide, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I use a different mirror, one that doesn't lie, &lt;br /&gt;Mirror Mirror in the sky, look down in judgement from up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the facts, tell me the truth, &lt;br /&gt;Strip away the layers of lies, right back to my youth, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image I see in the mirror is not good enough, it just won't do, &lt;br /&gt;The person starring back is perfect, but I'm just not you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-793230904695277658?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/793230904695277658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=793230904695277658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/793230904695277658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/793230904695277658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/09/mirror-mirror.html' title='mirror mirror'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-2545810191223902147</id><published>2007-09-10T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T07:08:07.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>michael buble</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x96I8lm8ghM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x96I8lm8ghM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i just love his voice! those 2 songs can really melt a girl's heart... LE SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-2545810191223902147?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2545810191223902147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=2545810191223902147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2545810191223902147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2545810191223902147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/09/michael-buble.html' title='michael buble'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-4353698116572600847</id><published>2007-09-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:24:09.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't smile without you</title><content type='html'>You know I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh&lt;br /&gt;And I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard&lt;br /&gt;To do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel sad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;I feel glad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew&lt;br /&gt;What I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along&lt;br /&gt;Just like a song&lt;br /&gt;And brightened my day&lt;br /&gt;Who'd of believed that&lt;br /&gt;You are a part of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Now it all seems&lt;br /&gt;Light years away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh&lt;br /&gt;And I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard&lt;br /&gt;To do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel sad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;I feel glad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew&lt;br /&gt;What I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can't smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now some people say&lt;br /&gt;Happiness takes&lt;br /&gt;So very long to find&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm finding it hard&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your love behind me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4353698116572600847?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4353698116572600847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=4353698116572600847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4353698116572600847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4353698116572600847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cant-smile-without-you.html' title='I can&apos;t smile without you'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-4455169804277501316</id><published>2007-09-07T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:38:07.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first kiss</title><content type='html'>shall blog about yesterday. it was such a perfect day yesterday, perfect weather and all! i went to watch no reservations with poko, thanks to mh and mel's recommendation. and i must say, THE MOVIE IS REAAALLY SWEEET!! zoe is so cute! but at times, i really feel like slapping her because i sympathise with kate. haha! oh yeah and nick is soooo sweet! ahhh and watching all the yummy food made me hungry! being a chef looks so inviting and fun, unfortunately there is no way i can be one, since i cant even cook. haha! hmm i wonder if mh still wants to be a chef? haha i'm sure she'll be a great chef. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivo city is really my favorite place in singapore. it holds so many memories there, memories of my best friends and of course, poko. sitting at the vivo deck at night is really my favorite thing to do. i swear i can just sit there for hours! feeling the sea breeze, the smell of the sea and the peace and quiet of it all, it's a perfect place to be. the best thing about last night was, the sky was filled with many stars! ahhh how perfect=) poko was trying to point out constellations to me and i was trying to form stuff with the clouds. here's what i made up, a dinosaur and a manchu warrior. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go back there again after promos. mh and mel, i'm sure you miss vivo alot! we'll definitely go back there when you guys return. and it'll be just like old times, the 5 of us just hanging out and doing crazy stuff. haha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;br /&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;br /&gt;Lift your open hand&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance&lt;br /&gt;Silver moon's sparkling&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4455169804277501316?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4455169804277501316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-5048969443896904171</id><published>2007-09-05T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:58:15.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting down here</title><content type='html'>Your words cut rather deeply,&lt;br /&gt;They're just some other lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding from a distance,&lt;br /&gt;I've got to pay the price&lt;br /&gt;Defending all against it,&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why&lt;br /&gt;You're obsessed with all my secrets,&lt;br /&gt;You always make me cry&lt;br /&gt;You seem to wanna hurt me&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling just a couple,&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it gets to you&lt;br /&gt;But I've learned to get revenge&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you'll experience that some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me, kinda invisible…&lt;br /&gt;You don't sense my stay&lt;br /&gt;Not truly hiding, not like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would join you for one day&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to avoid you,&lt;br /&gt;Just don't wanna hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;When you call me up so often,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You're talking like you know me&lt;br /&gt;And wanna be my friend&lt;br /&gt;But that's really too late now,&lt;br /&gt;I won't try it once again&lt;br /&gt;You may think that I'm loser,&lt;br /&gt;That I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;You may think that it's forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;But you should be aware&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've learned to get revenge&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you'll experience that some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to wanna hurt me&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling just a couple,&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it gets to you&lt;br /&gt;But I've learned to get revenge&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you'll experience that some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sitting down here,&lt;br /&gt;But hey you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;Kinda invisible&lt;br /&gt;You don't sense my stay&lt;br /&gt;Not truly hiding, not like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would join you for one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5048969443896904171?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5048969443896904171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=5048969443896904171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5048969443896904171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5048969443896904171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/09/sitting-down-here.html' title='sitting down here'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-1820209189075795942</id><published>2007-08-30T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T01:55:12.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty french guy</title><content type='html'>skool was boring today. babycakes wasnt in skool, she was dearly missed by baba and me. GET WELL SOON BABYCAKES! anyway lao shi was being such a bitch today. i really cant stand her lessons. HER VOICE SOUNDS LIKE SANDPAPER. gross man. anyway i was playing tai tee with the guys and she shouted at us and demanded to check our zuo yes. haha luckily we already copied down the answers so she couldnt really say anything. LOSERRRR. lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a child again ever since i entered jc. i play childish games with babycakes and baba, smacking their asses and thighs, saying childish stuff like "I DONT FRIEND YOU." haha omgg, i hope other ppl in class arent irritated with our behaviour. it's fun to act like a child,i know that sounds dumb, but really, its fun. haha! oh yes, and i also started having lesbian tendencies recently. it's all babycakes and baba's fault! they tempt me=( HAHAHAHAHA. but allow me to clarify, i like ACTING lesbian, i'm not lesbian. 100% straight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after skool i went to waffle town with my dad. the place was filled with acs boys. they're so annoying, they were making so much noise and cursing while playing their stupid magic cards. my dad left me for awhile to get something so i was eating alone. as i was staring at my plate of rice, i heard this masculine voice speaking french. i looked up and my eyes almost popped out! the french guy was the most beautiful guy i've ever seen, he seriously looks like a model, a female one. his face is so pretty! omggg. and he had shoulder length wavy hair. it's weird cause imagine a face like liv tyler with a body like wentworth miller. YES TOTALLY WEIRD! but anyway, i was extremely envious of his face. HE IS SERIOUSLY DAMN PRETTY! perfect features, everything. haha and he was staring at my chicken rice, poor girl, uh i mean, boy, must be hungry after his photoshoot or something. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain's so nice, think i shall have a short nap. snooooze....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-1820209189075795942?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1820209189075795942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=1820209189075795942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1820209189075795942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1820209189075795942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/08/pretty-french-guy.html' title='pretty french guy'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-3932604661168943758</id><published>2007-08-25T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:50:50.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid bitch</title><content type='html'>YOU ARE DESPICABLE. I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU. you managed to fool all the guys but you cant fool us, girls. first you present this sweet and friendly image to everyone. obviously, all the guys are won over and i have to admit, i liked you at first too. i thought you could be a good friend. but as time goes by, i start to see your true colors. YOU'RE A MANEATER AND A DOWNRIGHT FLIRT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no morals. toying around with single guys are very wrong, but hell, you even try to flirt with ATTACHED ones! WTF. i really despise you. you dont have a specific group that interests you, you flirt with anything in the world with a dick. GROSS SHITE. and it kills me that guys are blinded by your true colors, and fall prey into your hands. tell me, did you cast some wicked spell on them? cause now, i really think you did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging about you makes me pissed off. okay i'm going to blog about something else. I SERIOUSLY DESPERATELY WANT A PUPPY!!! i've wanted one since i was 5 but because my parents hate animals, i wasnt allowed one. just now i was in the car and at the traffic lights, i saw this young and beautiful woman walking her cocker spanial. omg i want to be like her! she looks so happy and satisfied. i bet her career's going well for her, her love life, family, everything! and when she bent down to play with her dog, ahhh the joy on both her and the dog's face was indescribable. i felt so envious of her. this was what i told my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I WANT A DOG!&lt;br /&gt;mum: CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;dad: NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;me: whyyyy not!! look at that lady, she looks so happy with her dog! if we have a dog, we'll be happy like her too!&lt;br /&gt;mum: who said we're not happy? we're very happy now, right derek?&lt;br /&gt;dad: yes we are. getting a dog would be so troublesome. you'll have one when you are more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;me: urgh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a dog, NOW. haha! i sound like a brat. ok shall go do maths now, grrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-3932604661168943758?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3932604661168943758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=3932604661168943758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3932604661168943758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3932604661168943758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupid-bitch.html' title='stupid bitch'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-4219233334770336805</id><published>2007-08-23T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T05:20:45.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no</title><content type='html'>how can you do this to me daddy? you just force fed me tang hoon=( now how am i going to get it out? URGH DAMN IT! ok nvm, there is always tmr. i need to calm down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4219233334770336805?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4219233334770336805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=4219233334770336805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4219233334770336805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4219233334770336805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-no.html' title='oh no'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-6496464618797222905</id><published>2007-08-23T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T04:56:04.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fat fat fat</title><content type='html'>IT ISNT ENOUGH IT ISNT ENOUGH IT ISNT ENOUGH!i hate mirrors, i really do. why does it take so long??? i hate resting my head in my hands because the brutal truth hits me. WHY CANT ANYONE SEE IT?? only a few can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so obvious. i squeeze, prod, jiggle. OMG I HATE IT! i need to do something about it. i cant solve other complications in my life, those never seem to end. this is the one thing that i can fully take charge of, hence, i need to do what i must do. now i understand how the others feel like. nobody understood them, but now i can. will i become like them? or am i already one? i dont know. it doesnt matter, i just need to do smth about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be brave, just do it. dont let their voices psycho you. stick to the plan, stick to the plan, stick to the plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-6496464618797222905?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6496464618797222905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=6496464618797222905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6496464618797222905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6496464618797222905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/08/fat-fat-fat.html' title='fat fat fat'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-2020614478986100380</id><published>2007-08-22T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T05:07:12.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>until today, i had no idea how painful and powerful some memories can be. something bad happened in school today. i saw xxx and the memories just came flooding back uncontrollably. the sharp and intense pain i felt in my heart at the sight of him was indescribable. i feel really bad for pushing poko away during recess, but really, i just couldnt handle the both of them at one go. it was just too much. anyway i told poko the whole situation after school and he actually thought that he made me upset and was worried about it! oh man, that made me feel worse. but nevertheless, things are fine between poko and me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so grateful that babycakes and baba were there for me when i needed them. thanks so much for comforting me=) hmmm i did something bad today, i guess i should really do something about it, change my attitude towards *ahem*, or not i'll seriously suffer. why do i detest it so much? is it because i hate being the weakest? does my pride mean that much to me? oh man, i really dont know. but really, i need to stop whatever i've been doing because it's BAD BAD BAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was seriously a sucky day. i hope tomorrow would be better, it has to!! sigh, i'm so tired right now. think i shall go shower and freshen up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-2020614478986100380?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2020614478986100380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=2020614478986100380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2020614478986100380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2020614478986100380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/08/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-4789425844975498974</id><published>2007-08-18T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:26:30.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>ahhh i'm extremely happy today! haha the weather's awesome! so nice and cool, great day for a nap! also it's our anniversary today, weeee before you know it, 4 months has passed! haha too bad sunday is a family day, so we cant go out. but oh wells, i'm not sad about that fact, still very happy and i feel so bouncy! i'm listening to the song umbrella now, haha i love the remix man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i passed my grade 8 piano exam. LIKE FINALLY AFTER SO MANY ATTEMPTS! thank you god, i know i couldnt have passed without you there with me that day. oh i love my auntie agnes, she's the most generous person alive! always sending us gifts from america. i went to collect my package today. she sent me a coach bag, wristlet and sneakers, plus nike bag and flip flops! weeee i'm so happy=) didnt know coach had sneakers. haha! my wallet's about to spoil so i was thinking of using my new coach wristlet for school, but my mum said it's attention seeking so i shall not use it for school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm what else shall i blog about? ah yes! MY DREAM. hahahaha! had such a weird dream last night! dreamt that i was at tiong bahru market with poko. so queer right? we were walking around when we came across a pet shop. now this is the scary part cause i specifically remembered dreaming about this pet shop before, just that in my previous dream, this pet shop was at tiong bahru plaza. FREAAAAKY! so we were looking at fighting fishes and puppies. i desperately want a puppy=( i've wanted one ever since i was 3 years old. my parents dont like animals so i'm not allowed to have a dog. nvm, when i start working next time and i live in my own apartment, i'll definitely get myself a puppy! preferably a cocker spaniel, those are so cute and pretty=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty i shall go do my history outline now, until next time! adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4789425844975498974?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4789425844975498974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=4789425844975498974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4789425844975498974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4789425844975498974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/08/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-135825096975849576</id><published>2007-08-16T03:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T03:59:26.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sucky</title><content type='html'>school today wasnt good. why? cause i was pmsing! or at least, i thought i was. one minute, i felt happy and the next, frustrated. urghh i seldom pms, whats wrong with me! ew that means it's coming. noooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway poko carried a backpack today. haha he looked really cute! i think i shall start carrying a backpack to school now. it's so much lighter! haha i realised that guys look alright when they carry backpacks but when girls carry them, it looks kind of childish. why is that so! the world's unfair. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had history test in the morning. omg i'm going to fail it! i finished like 5 mins before time plus i only used one sheet of paper while the rest of my classmates used 2. OH SHITE. ah well, i guess i can only hope for the best. haha for recess today, i decided to buy peaches, thanks to cutter's recommendation. omg the peach was canned! it must be, cause it's extremely sweet. hmmm i dont really like it. in fact, i dont really like fruits. haha! yes i know, it's bad for my health not to take fruits and i'll get constipation and cancer but aiya, drinking fruit juices should make up for it right? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i just checked my friendster views. GROSS THAT BITCH VIEWED ME YET AGAIN. sick sick sick! i dont know what the hell is her problem. why does she have to keep viewing me? this is like her 5th/6th time. the reason why i detest her so much is because of her shallowness. and bev and germaine told me that she isnt a nice girl, which gives me all the more reason to not like her. oh and did i forget to mention that her voice is low and hoarse and she sounds like she has a permanent case of phlegm? YES SHE IS GROSS. i refuse to view her back, why should i increase her profile views? urgh sick bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, talking about that bitch made me angry. URGH. i wonder if i should go for the catholic retreat camp. i'm not a catholic but it sounds kind of fun. a pilot is coming to give us a talk=) i'm afraid that i'll get too lost during the retreat. hmmm maybe i shall not go, i'll go for maths tuition instead. ew gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cursing is bad, i know i shouldnt curse but sometimes, its sooo hard to hold it in. i must use less vulgarities, its so not ladylike! ahhh i suddenly miss mh and mel alot=( i wished they were here in singapore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall be a good girl and go read my lit text now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-135825096975849576?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/135825096975849576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=135825096975849576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/135825096975849576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/135825096975849576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/08/sucky.html' title='sucky'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-2779447514080652993</id><published>2007-08-13T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T02:21:51.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is it too much?</title><content type='html'>mondays truly suck. i'm having monday blues! classes ended at 4pm today, i guess i cant really complain that ending at 4pm is extremely late cause poor poko ends at 6pm. okay anyway the lit teachers confused their time tables and jasmine tan didnt come in today. yayness! so we went to the com lab and baba and i were looking at hot girls' profiles on friendster. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm babycakes and i weighed ourselves today and she freaked when she saw that my weight was below 50kg. is that so bad? i mean, my ideal weight is 48kg. haha! i want to be like ****. she's so effing hot. i know my friends get annoyed when i say i want to lose weight but i think it's becomed an obsession of mine. i'm very unsatisfied with my weight. i look in the mirror and all i see is FAT FAT FAT. babycakes said that if i lose weight too fast, i'll get rapid hair loss and bad complexion. OMGGG. i really dont want that! i guess i should stop my diet but i cant. i wonder if i need to get some help about this weight issue thing. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is going to be a long and horrid week. 4 tests! WTF. i really ought to start studying for promos, i dont wanna be retained! i guess i really need to cut down on my msn time. i need to have self discipline! okay shall go study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-2779447514080652993?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2779447514080652993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=2779447514080652993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2779447514080652993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2779447514080652993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-it-too-much.html' title='is it too much?'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-8374491852152647912</id><published>2007-08-08T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T08:26:17.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>national day celebration</title><content type='html'>I REALLY MISS MG! the national day celebration here in cj really sucks. we dont even get to sing nice national day songs, like 'count on me singapore'. HAHA. anyway all of us had to sit in the audi for about 2 hours and watch boring skits on saving the environment. yes everyone, YAWN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class was kinda separated. t12 took up our row so the latecomers from my class had to sit behind the t12 ppl. i sat all the way at the back with poko. we were so bored we started playing hand games. i dont mean to sound egoistic, but i really rock at the reaction hand game. no one can beat me, muahahaha! okay anyway the wayang sat beside me. GROSS! she sang Home really loudly, her voice is exactly like a wayang's! she's definitely a true blue wayang. when the concert finally ended, i was so keen on using the toilet when ms chok stopped me. she said in a serious tone "diane, can i speak to you for awhile?" my heart sank, i thought she wanted to scold me! anyway this was what she said, "eh diane, was that your bf with you just now? you guys kept moving closer and closer towards each other!" OMG HOW EMBARRASSING. anyway i told her the truth and i was extremely afraid that she'll tell my parents but she went "i'm totally fine with you having a bf. you think i'm so free to go call your parents is it?" PHEW. ok ms chok, thanks for not telling my parents, i'll not stone so much in your classes anymore! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the celebration, my class went to marina square for our class lunch! we went to jack's place. OMG THE SERVICE THERE SERIOUSLY SUCKS. they dont serve us properly and when they actually serve us, they do it with this iwanttodie kinda attitude. wthhh. anyway i was so pissed i snapped at a nice waiter and delphne wrote them a bad feedback. haha! doubt they'll read it but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay my movie's done loading. weee shall go watch it now. HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8374491852152647912?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8374491852152647912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8374491852152647912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8374491852152647912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8374491852152647912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-celebration.html' title='national day celebration'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-4536366091627902051</id><published>2007-08-05T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T04:41:50.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im back</title><content type='html'>I'M BACK! yes yes, i think i shall return to blogging again after taking such a long break. HAHA! okay so how has my life been since the last time i blogged? ah well, there have been ups and downs. more ups than downs, thank god for that. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think i'm one sinful girl. i'm positive that feeling that way about someone is wrong and sinful but i cant help it! nono, i am not being unfaithful to poko, this is about poko, not some other guy. but ahhh, i wished i could write about it here but it's a private matter hence i dont think the whole world should know about it. I CANT GET THAT MOMENT OUT OF MY MIND! OMGGG. stop it diane, stop having sinful thoughts! OH SHITE. i wonder if having these feelings are normal. ah nvm, i shall stop talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG GUESS WHERE I'M GOING TMR. SILRA HOME! i'm not looking forward to it, thats cause i'm afraid of meeting them. once in a biblical movie, ppl with leoprosy lived in caves and were isolated from civilisation. why? cause it's contagious! omg and i'm going to visit them tmr. holy shit. it's not that i look down on them, of course not. it's just that i dont want my reaction to offend them. i hope i'll be able to keep my mouth shut and mask my expressions tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what? you're really starting to annoy me. why do you have to be so different in front of people and in front of me? which is the real you? i swear, you're like a bloody chameleon. you keep changing and i'm having troubles keeping up with these changes! pls just make up your bloody mind and stick to one personality. there are so many things that i cant tell them or him. you, are an example of such matters. everyone has their secrets, that is why i cant tell them or him about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i'm not looking forward to school tmr. i just found out yesterday that my childhood nemesis is in cj. WTF. i hope he doesnt remember me, it would be so weird if he does. i dont know how i'm going to face him. poko is so sweet, he said he'll protect me from this dickhead! weeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man it really feels good to blog again. haha ok titanic's calling me, urghhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-4536366091627902051?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4536366091627902051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=4536366091627902051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4536366091627902051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/4536366091627902051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back.html' title='im back'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-789325721073086953</id><published>2007-07-20T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:26:59.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wouldnt it be nice</title><content type='html'>Wouldnt it be nice if we were older&lt;br /&gt;Then we wouldnt have to wait so long&lt;br /&gt;And wouldnt it be nice to live together&lt;br /&gt;In the kind of world where we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its gonna make it that much better&lt;br /&gt;When we can say goodnight and stay together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt it be nice if we could wake up&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when the day is new&lt;br /&gt;And after having spent the day together&lt;br /&gt;Hold each other close the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy times together weve been spending&lt;br /&gt;I wish that every kiss was neverending&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt it be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby then there wouldnt be a single thing we couldnt do&lt;br /&gt;We could be married&lt;br /&gt;And then wed be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt it be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it seems the more we talk about it&lt;br /&gt;It only makes it worse to live without it&lt;br /&gt;But lets talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt it be nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-789325721073086953?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/789325721073086953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=789325721073086953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/789325721073086953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/789325721073086953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/07/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='wouldnt it be nice'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-235793171727250629</id><published>2007-07-05T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T03:53:50.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what hurts the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uarA71riaOk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uarA71riaOk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THIS VIDEO IS DAMN SAD!!! almost cried watching it. i'm not exactly a fan of country music but i really like this song! it's so sad... *sniffs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-235793171727250629?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/235793171727250629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=235793171727250629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/235793171727250629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/235793171727250629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-hurts-most.html' title='what hurts the most'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-3383505435558497472</id><published>2007-07-01T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:04:57.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant swim</title><content type='html'>i had another weird dream last nite! in my dream, i entered a SWIMMING COMPETITION. omg la! oh but then, the category i entered was like the novelty race one. HAHA ALL I HAD TO DO WAS SWIM ACROSS WITH THE FLOAT. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i clearly remember that before the competition, i was shaking like siao. i told my coach, this buff looking man, "coach, I'M GOING TO DIE. I CANT SWIM!!" and he answered me in this low and firm voice "dont say that. prove to me, diane. i want you to prove to me that you're willing to take up challenges." and i mumbled "what challenges, i'm going to die out there." soon the announcement came for me to go to my lane. my knees by then have turned to jelloid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember i was in lane 2. i looked to my right, THERE WAS THIS HUGE GOON WEARING PINK TRUNKS. he smiled at me and said "good luck!" and to my left, this tiny boy who looked downright pissed. he was mumbling something like "why am i in this stupid race and not the butterfly one. urghhhhhh!" i looked at the deep water, and i felt like i needed to barf. the announcer went "contestants pls put on your swimming caps. and step forwards and backwards." HOW WEIRD IS THAT! what forward and backwards, make us all look like idiots. so i turned around and was prepared to run away when i saw my coach looking at me and he gave me a warning look. SHIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the gun was shot, i remember screaming before diving into the dreaded pool. as i as in the water, the stupid huge goon beside me kept splashing water on me. but soon he was way ahead of me. i tried to kick with all my might, at first everything was going well. soon, i realised that i just wasnt moving despite me kicking very hard. i totally panicked! i could see all the other contestants way ahead of me and i felt completely helpless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point, my dream switched. this time i was in a car. i know, very very weird!  it was dark and i couldnt even see the driver's face. i asked him "where are we going?" and he replied "to the cemetary." i started panicking. but i asked him "why are we going to the cemetary?" and he remained quiet for awhile until he replied much later, and his voice was obviously in pain. "how can you forget?" he choked out. in my mind, i was thinking "holy shit, what have you gotten yourself into? you're in a car with a psycho who is going to take you to the cemetary to murder you and bury you alive. FUCK." i looked around, no cars or houses nearby. just bushes and a long straight road. i needed to get out of the car, NOW. so i said "omg can you stop the car pls? i really need to pee! ahhhh it's coming out!" and the man said "i thought you just went?" and i was like "i did? oh yes i did! hahahaha but you see, it's a cold night and my bladder isnt working well. hahahaha. pls! you dont want me to pee inside your car right?" and he let out this annoyed noise but he swerved the car to the side and halted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hurry up. i'll wait here."he said. i got a shock. wasnt he afraid that i would run away? anyway i quickly got out of the car and pretended to look for an area to pee. as soon as i saw that he wasnt looking, i ran for my life. soon i could hear him shouting "diane! hey! why are you running away from me! DIANE, COME BACK!" and in my mind i was like, "shit shit shit, the psycho's coming after me! pls, dont let him have a gun. oh god!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon he drove the car and halted in front of me. then he got out. his face was still in the dark and i cant recognise him. but his voice was in pain again as he said "why did you run away from me? why?" and i was like "um um arent you going to kill me?" and he let out this incredulous laugh then he got quiet again. and he said "how can you forget what day it is today?" WTH I HAD NO IDEA WHAT THIS PSYCHO WAS TALKING ABOUT. then he started moving around the car towards me and i remember backing my steps. as he walked towards me, he kept saying "how can you forget?" and i was like "pls, dont, pls, stay away from me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE DREAM ENDED. omg i totally dont understand my dreams. is there some sort of hidden meaning behind it? like perhaps a warning for my future? but then again, dreams are the opposite of reality. arent they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-3383505435558497472?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3383505435558497472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=3383505435558497472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3383505435558497472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3383505435558497472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-cant-swim.html' title='i cant swim'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-8636292023208400258</id><published>2007-06-30T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T08:49:54.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LOLLIES</title><content type='html'>2 OF THE LOLLIES ARE BACK! YAY!!! I'M SO HAPPY! the lollies are yummy and sweet! HAHAHAHA. alrighty. you have, anna, the babycakes, mel the hotcakes, felicia the sugarpie, ming huei as muffins and me, honeybuns! HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad that they're back! cant wait for our sleepover, whoohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8636292023208400258?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8636292023208400258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8636292023208400258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8636292023208400258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8636292023208400258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/lollies.html' title='THE LOLLIES'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-3860145153499867785</id><published>2007-06-27T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:28:21.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>face analyzer</title><content type='html'>http://www.faceanalyzer.com/member.aspx?id=166460#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face analyzer. baba convinced me to try it. haha, pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-3860145153499867785?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3860145153499867785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=3860145153499867785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3860145153499867785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/3860145153499867785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/face-analyzer.html' title='face analyzer'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-2526007373752076255</id><published>2007-06-27T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:31:36.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage"&gt;My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com&lt;/a&gt;. Get one for yourself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RoNHt6J7iNI/AAAAAAAAADU/OGL_U8ABHIE/s400/321cd4cd97687380d02ef1f54b30495f7da4e48b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-2526007373752076255?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2526007373752076255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=2526007373752076255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2526007373752076255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2526007373752076255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-celebrity-look-alikes_27.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RoNHt6J7iNI/AAAAAAAAADU/OGL_U8ABHIE/s72-c/321cd4cd97687380d02ef1f54b30495f7da4e48b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-1534000137100491859</id><published>2007-06-27T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:23:28.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/8_2/lmfo32_583430d4543864enodev32" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-1534000137100491859?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1534000137100491859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=1534000137100491859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1534000137100491859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/1534000137100491859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-2375747033582001948</id><published>2007-06-26T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T03:41:18.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you're gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c8IHSyW5JVU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c8IHSyW5JVU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SUCH A SWEET/SAD VIDEO! avril's so pretty. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-2375747033582001948?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2375747033582001948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=2375747033582001948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2375747033582001948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/2375747033582001948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-youre-gone.html' title='when you&apos;re gone'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-6875827730759498224</id><published>2007-06-23T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:52:12.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mother we just cant get enough</title><content type='html'>Theres something about you,&lt;br /&gt;Tears me inside out&lt;br /&gt;Whenever youre around&lt;br /&gt;Theres something about you&lt;br /&gt;Speeding through my veins&lt;br /&gt;Until we hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;And theres something about this rush&lt;br /&gt;Take it away&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel so good&lt;br /&gt;I get a feeling&lt;br /&gt;You get a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;We got a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Like we could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherrrr&lt;br /&gt;We just cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;We just cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;Motherrrr&lt;br /&gt;We just gotta get it up&lt;br /&gt;We just gotta get it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres something about you&lt;br /&gt;That tears me inside out&lt;br /&gt;Whenever youre around&lt;br /&gt;And theres something about you&lt;br /&gt;That makes me fly&lt;br /&gt;Youre a heart attack,&lt;br /&gt;Just the kind I like&lt;br /&gt;And theres something about your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Haunting and strange&lt;br /&gt;That makes me feel so good&lt;br /&gt;I get a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;You get a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;We got a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Like were alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherrrr&lt;br /&gt;We just cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;We just cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;Loverrrr&lt;br /&gt;We just gotta get it up&lt;br /&gt;We just gotta get it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world may not have too much time&lt;br /&gt;But baby Im fine&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe youre mine&lt;br /&gt;We just cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better give up,&lt;br /&gt;Come on and give up&lt;br /&gt;Give up your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its you for me, and me for you&lt;br /&gt;You make my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Off the wall coming from me&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna see this through, my baby&lt;br /&gt;Youre on my mind all the time&lt;br /&gt;I found a million dimes&lt;br /&gt;You rolled the dice, and lost them all&lt;br /&gt;And baby I just dont mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ADDICTED TO THIS SONG! omg this song is so catchy and nice! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-6875827730759498224?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6875827730759498224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=6875827730759498224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6875827730759498224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6875827730759498224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/mother-we-just-cant-get-enough.html' title='mother we just cant get enough'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-8763193687119878938</id><published>2007-06-23T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T04:57:02.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid flu</title><content type='html'>WHEN WILL MY DREADED FLU GO AWAY??? it's been 4 days! urgh. until now i cant figure out how i caught it. i hope i'll get well REALLY SOON, hopefully before my papers start. i cant wait for next week to be over, after that i'll be free! oh sweet joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe i lost my earring backside. now i have to find another substitute. speaking of earrings, i still havnt won my cool playboy bunny earrings. haha! i wonder what michael tan will say when he sees me wearing them. lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway had piano in the morning, then i went to meet anna at kap. kap was really crowded! amazing how some grown ups still behave like kids. we were trying to get our work done but the table behind us was making SO MUCH NOISE, playing stupid games and acting as if they own the whole bloody place. i was really tempted to tell them off but since i'm sick, i just let it go. what pissed us off was when we left to find a quieter spot, and the minute we left our table, THEY LEFT TOO. wth! anyway those idiots have no basic courtesy at all. ppl are studying and yet they continue fooling around and causing such a huge scene. stupid fools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i really wished married men would stop viewing me on friendster, it's seriously damn sick. i bet their poor wives dont even know that their husbands are busy viewing young girls' friendster profiles. they probably think their husbands are busy working on the com. how pathetic can that get? poor wives of these hornified men. what's the point of getting married if you get sick of your wife's face and start to look at young girls? men like these dont deserve to be married. now i know why divorce rates are so high. it's because of greedy and unsatisfied men! i'm not saying all the men are at fault. i know that there are sluts out there too who cheat on their husbands. well, shame on those sluts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok shall go watch a movie now, i need a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8763193687119878938?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8763193687119878938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8763193687119878938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8763193687119878938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8763193687119878938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/stupid-flu.html' title='stupid flu'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-6483064474528285246</id><published>2007-06-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:20:55.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>my lit exam is tmr and guess what? I'VE CAUGHT THE FLU BUG. great! JUST GREAT. urgh. my nose doesnt stop dripping and all the phlegm is making me really pissed off. i am also pmsing today cause of you know what. THIS SUCKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no confidence at all for my lit paper tmr cause i havnt managed to pass a single lit assignment. that's right, my fate tmr is basically SCREWED. oh well, i'll just go there and give it my best. i really hope i'll recover by tmr, cause not only will it distract me from doing the paper properly, i would also distract the ppl near me if i keep blowing my nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway to destress, what have i been doing? WATCHING CARTOONS. now cartoons are really good stress relievers, i tell you. watching them again brings back fond childhood memories and i'm amazed at how i still swoon when the princess and prince get together. haha! i just feel so carefree and relaxed when i watch cartoons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wondered what you were in your past life? well i absolutely love to day dream about my past life. i think i used to be a top notch spy in my past life. cause i'm fascinated with espionage, you know, csi stuff. and when i go to kino, i love reading the crime section. some people may find it scary, reading through america's best gruesome killers in history. but i love it! i find it so interesting to read about how a murderer's mind works, why they kill and all. yes, i do get scared. everytime i read about a true crime, my blood turns cold and a shiver runs down my spine. but you know what? i like that feeling. it just makes me want to read more and more. until now, i dare not purchase one of those murder books cause my parents will flip when they find it. so what do i do? i buy thrillers, fictional ones. haha am i weird or what? maybe i wasnt a spy in my best life, maybe i was a cold hearted KILLER. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. ok i'm going crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i better get back to my revision. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-6483064474528285246?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6483064474528285246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=6483064474528285246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6483064474528285246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/6483064474528285246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/omg_20.html' title='omg'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-8997625194648027316</id><published>2007-06-19T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:27:20.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gay barbie song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvv1eC4TaIM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvv1eC4TaIM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg there's such a thing as a gay barbie song. LOL. i love it when guys act gay, HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8997625194648027316?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8997625194648027316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8997625194648027316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8997625194648027316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8997625194648027316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/gay-barbie-song.html' title='gay barbie song'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-5351756045875959415</id><published>2007-06-19T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T06:22:05.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 2nd month anniversary</title><content type='html'>this entry is dedicated to poko, if you dont like mushy stuff, then i suggest you not read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what do you know, in a blink of an eye, two wonderful months has passed. today is the 2nd month anniversary for poko and i. whoohoo! thinking back to the day he confessed his feelings, it really seems just like yesterday that that happened. sometimes, i still cant believe all this is real. it's just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he probably doesnt remember, but i actually remember our first conversation. it was first day of orientation and we were having our break. he was sitting opposite me. i realised that he was very quiet so i asked him what subjects did he apply for in jc. he replied softly, "physics,econs,maths,geog". and i went "whoa you take geog? that's quite boring right?" and he laughed and agreed with me and that marked the start of our friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few of us in our ig stayed close although we were in different classes by then. we would talk online and meet up occasionally. i still remember our ig's first outing. it was at sentosa! ahhh the good times. i remember him teaching us how to play frisbee on the beach. haha i'm such a loser, i screamed and panicked when the frisbee landed in my hands. haha! i still remember jiajun making some weird noises to alert his team mates to pass the frisbee towards him, the noise went smth like "sooot sooooot". HAHA DAMN FUNNY MAN. oh speaking of jiajun, i know how terrified you are of him cause you think that he is hitting on you right? LOL! i remember him calling you pretty boy and him stripping you. HAHAHAHA! awww my poor poko! lol if jiajun does that again, i'll slap him for you! haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, remember how our hearts got broken by our past eye candies? it was really depressing man. i remember her completely ignoring you and just focused her attention on another guy, how sad and hurt you felt. i also felt sad for you, i tried my best to cheer you up but eventually i ran out of ways. thankfully you got over her quickly, thanks to the power of friendships huh? lol. as for my case, i cant believe how stupid i was with speedo. that guy doesnt even know me and yet i cried for him. how dumb can i get? yes, so because we felt so depressed over our eye candies, we made a promise to each other to remain single throughout jc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed true to that promise for about a month or so, until the day i realised that i had feelings for you. haha oh boy, i remember that day. i started panicking and felt really bad. it was so sudden! but when i thought about it, maybe those feelings were there all along. i remember the time when you first taught me pool, how my heart started to pound hard when you stood close to me. and how, unconsciously, i would talk about you to my friends. haha i'm glad that you didnt notice my feelings or not things would definitely be weird between us. well, it took about a month later for you to confess your feelings. i remember that night, how happy i felt, how i started bouncing up and down on my seat and laughed and squealed. it was like a dream come true. my friends kept telling me that you liked me, but i refused to believe them until i hear it from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad that we were good friends before we became something more. my feelings for you have definitely grown. you're always on my mind and the thought of seeing you again always gets me all excited sort of like a kid attending the first day of primary school. this may sound cheesy but i think every single day, i find myself falling in love with you, once again. i know i know, that's very cheesy but it's true! haha! i dont think i'll ever get sick of your super cute face and of couse, your heart melting eyes. LOL. every single time you reach for my hands, my heart feels warm and fuzzy. and everytime we let go, i feel empty. saying goodbye to you is always the hardest, i always have this urge to turn around and run back towards you, but then i think of my parents waiting impatiently for me at some pickup point and i will have to force myself to not look back and keep walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling bev that i think i've fallen deeply in love with you and she told me yesterday that she thinks you feel the same way, but once again, i didnt want to believe it unless it was from you. this afternoon, when i read the poem you wrote for me, telling me that you love me, well what did i do? i cried. yes, i actually cried! tears of joy, of course! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone asks me, what i love most about you, i wont be able to reply them. cause there's just so many things. from the way you smile at me, all the way to how you love babies' mittens. perfections and imperfections, everything, i love them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy anniversary, sweet poko. i love you very much, always have, always will=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5351756045875959415?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5351756045875959415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=5351756045875959415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5351756045875959415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5351756045875959415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-2nd-month-anniversary.html' title='happy 2nd month anniversary'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-7845446691702624626</id><published>2007-06-17T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:36:34.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrity couples</title><content type='html'>this post is going to be about my favorite celebrity couples or on screen couples. haha okay i shall name the top 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT2L0EK6sI/AAAAAAAAACk/IpnRdwlUzpE/s1600-h/musictimberlakespears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT2L0EK6sI/AAAAAAAAACk/IpnRdwlUzpE/s200/musictimberlakespears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076953362768521922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were seriously such a cute couple! both from the mickey mouse club and they became famous around the same time. i was really upset when they broke up. i think both of them became blind after the breakup. cameron diaz and k-fed? wth god save them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chad Michael Murray and Sophia Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT3-UEK6tI/AAAAAAAAACs/Lg8xAphmcko/s1600-h/chad+and+sophia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT3-UEK6tI/AAAAAAAAACs/Lg8xAphmcko/s200/chad+and+sophia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076955329863543506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chad, you're an absolute idiot for cheating on your beautiful wife! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dj Adam and Nicole Richie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT4t0EK6uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/18C3UD7gFEY/s1600-h/adamandnic98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT4t0EK6uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/18C3UD7gFEY/s200/adamandnic98.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076956145907329762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made a really cute and wild couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tom Welling and Kristin Kreuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT6K0EK6vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/W8Pzch6q3U0/s1600-h/04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT6K0EK6vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/W8Pzch6q3U0/s200/04.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076957743635163890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HOW I LOVE CLARK AND LANA! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT7Y0EK6wI/AAAAAAAAADE/SVgaMxx8vyE/s1600-h/dan+and+em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT7Y0EK6wI/AAAAAAAAADE/SVgaMxx8vyE/s200/dan+and+em.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076959083664960258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, they should just stop denying the rumors and admit that they're totally in love with each other! wouldnt you agree? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ryan Gosling and Rachel Mcadams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT8hUEK6xI/AAAAAAAAADM/5nzyWsXRzFs/s1600-h/ryan+and+rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT8hUEK6xI/AAAAAAAAADM/5nzyWsXRzFs/s200/ryan+and+rachel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076960329205476114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THEM! rachel's holding the best kiss award they won at teen choice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Adam Brody and Rachel Bilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OyCF7RuEK48"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OyCF7RuEK48" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam and rachel are the best celeb and on screen couples ever! THEY LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER AND THEY HAVE SO MUCH CHEMISTRY! i cant believe they broke up. i pray that they'll get back together someday. they're seriously made for each other! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-7845446691702624626?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7845446691702624626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=7845446691702624626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/7845446691702624626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/7845446691702624626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/celebrity-couples.html' title='celebrity couples'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnT2L0EK6sI/AAAAAAAAACk/IpnRdwlUzpE/s72-c/musictimberlakespears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-5320323133034959078</id><published>2007-06-15T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T05:42:39.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paris</title><content type='html'>the fungi posted the most amazing pictures of paris on her blog. ahhhhh i really want to go there! ok i've just decided that my dream honeymoon would be in PARIS. how romantique! *swoons* and since i am so bored and have got nothing to do now, i already have in mind what my perfect honeymoon in paris would be like! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would want to stay in Chateau de Montvillargenne. This is one of the more lovely and unique chateau hotels in the Paris area, and is located 20 miles from the city and a mile from the Chantilly rail station. The stunning castle built in 1900 is the epitome of romance, featuring a whirlpool tub in every finely appointed non-smoking room. There is an indoor pool, a sauna and three golf courses within five minutes of the chateau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNlUkEK6jI/AAAAAAAAABc/lpHGkz5Cngw/s1600-h/HotelImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNlUkEK6jI/AAAAAAAAABc/lpHGkz5Cngw/s200/HotelImage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076512608929638962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i am such a big seafood lover, i'll have dinner at  Le Boeuf sur le Toit. At the "Boeuf" people meet to take time out to savour a seafood platter amongst friends on the mezzanine.It sports oak wood panelling, engraved mirrors, paintings, sculptures, photos, an immense mahogany bar, and the marble-covered entrance houses a vast bank of seafood piled onto crushed ice. For the 2002 season, the "Bœuf" has given itself a new look: new floral decor in stoneware pots, immaculate white tablecloths, Limoges porcelain crockery and silver cutlery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNmykEK6kI/AAAAAAAAABk/6_Lzil2a4-4/s1600-h/Le+Boeuf+sur+le+Toit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNmykEK6kI/AAAAAAAAABk/6_Lzil2a4-4/s200/Le+Boeuf+sur+le+Toit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076514223837342274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'll have to visit musuems and cathedrals while i'm in paris. so i'll visit the Orsay Museum as well as Notre Dame Cathedral.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNoFEEK6lI/AAAAAAAAABs/O0_f4DTEk-E/s1600-h/orsay+musuem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNoFEEK6lI/AAAAAAAAABs/O0_f4DTEk-E/s200/orsay+musuem.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076515641176549970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNox0EK6mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_-oIAI7TJrY/s1600-h/notre%2520dame%2520cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNox0EK6mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_-oIAI7TJrY/s200/notre%2520dame%2520cathedral.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076516409975695970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and not forgetting,the famous Opera House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNpmUEK6nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eY4j_6kVhC0/s1600-h/OperaHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNpmUEK6nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eY4j_6kVhC0/s200/OperaHouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076517311918828146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i love history, i'll definitely need to go for a guided Versailles tour! haha! check out the versailles palace and the king's bedchamber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNqTkEK6oI/AAAAAAAAACE/jSAsuPQaQDc/s1600-h/versailles+palace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNqTkEK6oI/AAAAAAAAACE/jSAsuPQaQDc/s200/versailles+palace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076518089307908738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNqkUEK6pI/AAAAAAAAACM/HiAeHVpWoLk/s1600-h/bedchamber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNqkUEK6pI/AAAAAAAAACM/HiAeHVpWoLk/s200/bedchamber.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076518377070717586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll definitely have to go to the Moulin Rouge and watch the world's famous cabaret! whoohoo! omg i just found out that you can actually stay in certain castles! ahhh my dream would come true then! staying for a night in the castle and waking up in the morning in the arms of my handsome prince! AHHH I'M GOING CRAZY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can relax by the large open-air heated swimming-pool, enjoy a game of tennis or simply enjoy the pleasure of staying at this most remarkable French castle in the heart of the Loire Valley with my prince! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnPZdEEK6rI/AAAAAAAAACc/mFo_JwhE1d8/s1600-h/Chenonceau1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnPZdEEK6rI/AAAAAAAAACc/mFo_JwhE1d8/s200/Chenonceau1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076640298307349170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg there are so many more places in paris that i wanna go to, but this shall be it for now. haha you may think that this blog post is ridiculous, but hey, a girl can always dream right? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-5320323133034959078?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5320323133034959078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=5320323133034959078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5320323133034959078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/5320323133034959078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/paris.html' title='paris'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RnNlUkEK6jI/AAAAAAAAABc/lpHGkz5Cngw/s72-c/HotelImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-7591677670389416968</id><published>2007-06-13T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:54:48.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>I REALLY REALLY HATE CONSTRUCTION WORKERS!!! ok this is what just happened. i woke up early at 9am today. so i woke my mum up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: mummy! i want a happy meal!&lt;br /&gt;mum: so big already still want happy meal? aiyo!&lt;br /&gt;me:where got big! i'm ONLY 17, not even legal for so many things yet pls.&lt;br /&gt;mum: ahhh okok. you go get ready first then you wake me up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is so lazy! she really loves to sleep man. anyway we walked to macs and i had my happy meal. whoohoo! the toy i got was some penguin from the new movie Surf's Up! it's so embarrassing. cause my mum went to buy something so i was sitting there, eating alone. then this maid walked past me, looked at my happy meal toy, looked at me, and gave me A LOOK. whatever la siti, eating a happy meal does not mean i have issues so dont give me THAT look! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a japanese family there. OMG THE KIDS ARE SOOOO CUTE! the mother's really pretty and slim. she had 2 boys and a baby girl. ahhhh that's what i want in the future too! the only thing i'm dreading is the stretchmarks. yuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so on the way back, my mum was walking extremely fast as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum:hurry up! why are you walking so slowly? &lt;br /&gt;me:ohhhh, i'm so full! you walk home first, i'll take a nice stroll back.&lt;br /&gt;mum:tsk tsk! ok, be careful when you're crossing the roads. i go back first!&lt;br /&gt;-and off she went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was walking slowly and looking at the beautiful trees and flowers, THIS GROUP OF CONSTRUCTION WORKERS STOPPED AT THE TRAFFIC LIGHT AND STARTED HARASSING ME. BLOODY FUCKERS. i was crossing the road and one of them said in the most disgusting and perverted voice ever, "xiao jieeeeeeee". and then the bunch of them whistled and laughed. WTF. i wanted to tell them to fuck off but then i almost got knocked over by this woman on a bicycle so i just hurried off. from a distance away, i can still hear the fucker going "xiao jieeeeeeeeeeee" OMG MY HAPPY MEAL ALMOST CAME OUT, I SWEAR. bloody fuckers, if you want to tease girls cause all of you are so sexually deprived, WELL GO TEASE THE PROSTITUTES IN GEYLAND OR THE TRANNIES IN CHANGI VILLAGE. I'M SURE THOSE PEOPLE WOULD ENJOY YOUR PATHETIC TEASINGS. urgh! I HATE CONSTRUCTION WORKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i shall go get ready now, gonna meet my ig! i pray i dont have to sit next to bhangras on the bus/train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-7591677670389416968?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7591677670389416968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=7591677670389416968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/7591677670389416968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/7591677670389416968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/urgh.html' title='urgh'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-8208343174105657255</id><published>2007-06-09T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:41:55.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>omg i just went to cut my hair at jantzen. i asked the stylist to recommend a hairstyle for me and she said i ought to layer my hair more and have bangs. so i listened to her but now i just look so weird and different! MY HAIR IS SO SHORT AND THIN NOW. OMGGGG. i think i look like some taiwanese girl. AHHHHH. the guy who washed my hair was flirting with me, kept asking me what i thought of his hair and clothes. wth stupid dennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall blog about what happened yesterday. went for a tll gathering. ahhh i really miss all of them so much! felt really happy and high yesterday. we went to kenny rogers for dinner. haha then the waiter was waiting for anthony's order and i said "he would like a kids' meal." lol anthony really should have ordered that since he got get away with it plus he would save alot. haha but aiya, he didnt want to order the kids' meal, too honest. i ordered the ribs meal. omg it was so much. i ended up wasting the mashed potato and baked beans. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we were supposed to go bowling but most of the lanes were full. so we went to play pool instead. haha pool is fun, as usual. weiming is such a pro at pool! stupid dong dong was trying to distract me to make me miss. haha how childish man! so after pool, a few of us went to the cinema area to camwhore. camwhoring is fun! i love to camwhore! haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i know i had a dream last night, but i cant remember it! all i remember is that some guy tried this bad pick up line on me. i cant remb who he was, but he went "hey you spelt it all wrongly." then i was like "what are you talking about?" and he said "U and I should be together...." uh okay.... stupid loser! no idea why i would dream of smth like that. oh wells. ok i just did this visual dna widget thing from baba's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7ABFFADA.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_488D5931.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5C7BD10.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_60BD8C5F.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_045A8238.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6DA4C4D5.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2C9D8418.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3DA9302E.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5DD0E519.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1B4C950E.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=SOFISTICAT&amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=435340-ec33&amp;srv=iwebhd5" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=435340-ec33&amp;srv=iwebhd5" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-8208343174105657255?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8208343174105657255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=8208343174105657255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8208343174105657255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/8208343174105657255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/omg.html' title='omg'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-7889627743602994033</id><published>2007-06-05T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:28:09.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ice skating</title><content type='html'>went ice skating for the first time in my life yesterday. surprisingly, it's really fun! i was damn nervous before that, cause i had this crazy idea that when i fall, some ass would skate over my fingers. HAHA I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I GOT THAT IDEA FROM MAN. anyway at first, poko and i were like gripping the side bars for our lives. it was pretty funny. after awhile, he was brave enough to not depend on the side bars and started to skate. as for me, i was like standing there alone, looking pretty helpless. i couldnt stand it, so i spoke to the kiddies beside me. i asked them to help me get across to the other side and being the darlings that they are, they helped me! they spoke chinese but that's cool, my chinese isnt that bad so we could communicate. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 small boys were bullying me. when i held on to the side bars, they would push my hands away or kick my legs cause they loved watching me fall on my ass. urgh the little devils! i cannot believe ah bengs are so good at ice skating. i'm so jealous! anyway by the end of 2 hours, i could ice walk, without the help of the side bars. haha in total, i fell down 3 times. falling down is actually quite fun. HAHA. so after ice skating, poko and i went to orchid country club to play pool. omg i was laughing like siao at the couple next to us. the guy sounds like a pro when he's teaching his gf. so i watched in anticipation when it was his turn to hit. WTH HE IS JUST AS BAD AS ME! he either misses or the white ball goes in as well. HAHA LOSER. poko's really good at pool but he refuses to admit it. awww how cute! i actually won him 2 games cause he hit in the black ball. haha he's too nice already man. i think i am a mean girl cause i love teasing poko and making him blush. after dinner yesterday, we went inside john little's. and i pointed to the women's lingerie section and went "hey look! there's a purple bra, let's go check it out!" HAHAHA then his face changed into one of a terrified kid and he was blushing like mad. HAHAHAHA damn funny! lol it's really fun to tease him man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for volleyball training today. it was alright, NO PTS YET! WHOOHOOO! i hope i can improve on my ball control. hopefully i can dig 25 without dropping pretty soon! coach said the target is 100 without dropping. OMGG LA.ok anyway i went to jurong point for lunch today and i witnessed smth hilarious. 3 ah lians were standing outside SASA, oggling at the new david beckham ad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RmZFE0EK6iI/AAAAAAAAABU/56x7tpfLeDA/s1600-h/BeckhamInstinct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RmZFE0EK6iI/AAAAAAAAABU/56x7tpfLeDA/s200/BeckhamInstinct.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072817979277371938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were pointing at him and giggling. OMG. then one went "he's married already leh!" and another went "no la! dont anyhow say! he's my lao gong!" HAHAHAHAHA HOLY SHIT, HOW DUMB CAN THEY GET, SERIOUSLY?! i couldnt help it, i just burst out laughing but i pretended to be laughing at a message on my phone. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well i better start on my econs now. mug mug mug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-7889627743602994033?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7889627743602994033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=7889627743602994033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/7889627743602994033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/7889627743602994033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/ice-skating.html' title='ice skating'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RmZFE0EK6iI/AAAAAAAAABU/56x7tpfLeDA/s72-c/BeckhamInstinct.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858773314038355297.post-7575413538321975129</id><published>2007-06-02T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:18:28.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what movie is your love life like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life is Like Pretty Woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/pretty.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want the fairy tale"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that love is truly blind, unpredictable, and surprising. Two very different people can easily find true love.&lt;br /&gt;At least, that is how it will happen when you marry a gorgeous billionaire someday ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love style: Sensual and flirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Surprisingly happy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858773314038355297-7575413538321975129?l=dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7575413538321975129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858773314038355297&amp;postID=7575413538321975129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/7575413538321975129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858773314038355297/posts/default/7575413538321975129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueen-rants.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-movie-is-your-love-life-like.html' title='what movie is your love life like?'/><author><name>Dramaqueenrants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349773321509052878</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-8858773314038355297.post-2437742061937706700</id><published>2007-06-02T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T04:28:13.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>setting in a honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zNZAqqYSGTg/RmFUO1DdbhI/AAAAAAAAABM/9Kvhc3kTzYc/s1600-h/always.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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