tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84925042024-03-13T09:29:15.582+08:0007 paradise!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-11892707594482388252010-04-15T15:03:00.000+08:002010-04-15T15:04:09.544+08:00BOO!!!Call me slow, but I'm still checking this place out once in a blue moon okay!QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-31782305127507801812010-01-17T15:01:00.002+08:002010-01-17T15:03:33.973+08:00Not a loyal follower of the blog, but I saw your post!<br /><br />There'll be another 07 outing for Chinese New Year! 21 Feb, if I'm not wrong..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-46647382082739405872010-01-04T15:24:00.002+08:002010-01-08T13:18:31.749+08:00memoriesWonder who else still a loyal follower of the blog. recently received a few sms to meet up but just too packed. then i decided to revisit the blog. haha. memories.aloysiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11564049294651107196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-2466844660411525692007-11-24T14:34:00.000+08:002007-11-24T14:38:26.949+08:00Yay revival of the 07 blog!<br /><br />AL u poking who? Haha Facebook superpoke not enough ah? Maybe we shud start an 07 Facebook group! (Another place for AL to talk and talk, haha..)<br /><br />To Yujian: "Minnie" has never been my name!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-47467541001679720752007-11-22T10:55:00.000+08:002007-11-22T10:56:30.056+08:00Innocent Question 74If you have to start a relationship with someone back in your secondary school days, who would it be?QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-27191301812392017432007-11-21T00:46:00.000+08:002007-11-21T00:52:36.488+08:00Beat thisAfter CS302 paper today (so distracting! I keep looking at MO, and I caught him looking back at me. I think he know I like him! All thanks to Janus and Geok :/), I returned to hall.<br /><br />No, I didn't start mugging, even though I have 3 consecutive papers for the next three days.<br /><br />I slept. 3.5 hours. Total luxury man. I skipped lunch to sleep. And at 0048 now, I feel like sleeping again.<br /><br />I still haven't touched much of my notes for the exam tomorrow. Sometimes I think I'm GodPig instead.<br /><br />Anyway, I was reading Jingshi's blog on the examination and central tendency. I was like "got meh?" Pulled out the paper. SHIT, I totally missed that part of the question.<br /><br />MO is super jian. Why he cannot separate the parts, huh, Huh, HUH? And he even told us we can finish the exam in an hour. BLUFF. Those who believed him dilly-dallied a while and couldn't finish the paper. Those who didn't almost didn't complete the paper too.<br /><br />So jian... but I like. HA!QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-28095261385615407382007-11-20T22:40:00.000+08:002007-11-20T22:41:31.419+08:00*hug*I miss everyone.<br /><br />And I don't think anybody is visiting this blog. *poke*<br /><br />Add us on facebook then! We can continue the crap there! ^^<br /><br />Get well soon to Son!QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-595041567286151042007-07-09T10:08:00.000+08:002007-07-09T10:15:58.696+08:00A blog forgotten?I feel bad for not visiting here for over half a year.. All the memories, all of them so unforgettable.<br /><br />Now I lie on my bed, all I can do is surf the net, and stay in my house, all due to a backbone damaged which no doctor here can treat.<br /><br />Now that I think of my past, I think of this place, which I've forgotten..<br /><br />Hahaha, maybe this is the reason why I'm sick, because I've started to forget my past, beautiful past..<br /><br />sigh, I really miss you guys, I just hope that it's not too late to go back and see you all once more..<br /><br />ps: just in case there's still people visiting this blog, whoever you are, I miss you.<br />-Lion-=Punisher=-http://www.blogger.com/profile/04663997852443191845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-91042018391968817662006-12-22T17:48:00.000+08:002006-12-22T17:52:49.394+08:00Hey guys, I'm really sorry to those who cannot post in this blog because of the upgrade to new Blogger. Let's hope that Blogger will be done with all the upgrades soon so everyone can switch, and everyone can post again. Till then, take care:)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1161186653312156722006-10-18T23:48:00.000+08:002006-10-18T23:50:53.323+08:00something interestingVariation Law: If you change queues, the one you have left will start to move faster than the one you are in now.<br /><br />Law of the Telephone: When you dial a wrong number, you never get an engaged one.<br /><br />Law of Mechanical Repair: After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch.<br /><br />Law of the Workshop: Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.<br /><br />Law of the Alibi: If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the Next morning you will have a flat tire.<br /><br />Bath THEOREM: When the body is immersed in water, the telephone rings.<br /><br />LAW OF CLOSE ENCOUNTERS: The probability of meeting someone you know increases<br />when you are with someone you don’t want to be seen with.<br /><br />LAW of the RESULT: When you try to prove to someone that a machine won’t work, it will.<br /><br />LAW OF BIOMECHANICS: The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.<br /><br />THEATRE RULE: People with the seats at the furthest from the aisle arrive last.<br /><br />LAW OF COFFEE: As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is coldaloysiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11564049294651107196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1146250529404727822006-04-29T02:32:00.000+08:002006-04-29T02:55:29.463+08:00HUGE!<div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">When he was still a newborn... he was...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="color:#663366;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/400/IMG_1311.0.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Tiny</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">When he was 1-month old... he was...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/400/IMG_1611.0.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">Small</span></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#663366;">When he was 2-month old... he was...<span style="font-size:85%;"> </div></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/400/IMG_1634.jpg" border="0" /> </span><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">Big</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">Soon he will be...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/400/bear11.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;">HUGE!</span></p>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1144461518355690622006-04-08T09:56:00.000+08:002006-04-08T09:58:38.370+08:00How to be Politically Correct with WomanShe is not a BLEACHED BLONDE - She is PEROXIDE DEPENDENT.<br />She is not a BAD COOK - She is MICROWAVE COMPATIBLE.<br />She does not wear TOO MUCH JEWELRY - She is METALLICALLY OVERBURDENED.<br />She is not CONCEITED - She is INTIMATELY AWARE OF HER BEST QUALITIES.<br />She does not want to be MARRIED - She wants to lock you in DOMESTIC INCARCERATION.<br />She does not GAIN WEIGHT - She is a METABOLIC UNDERACHIEVER.<br />She does not TEASE or FLIRT - She engages in ARTIFICIAL STIMULATION.<br />She is not DUMB - She is a DETOUR OFF THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY.<br />She is not TOO SKINNY - She is SKELETALLY PROMINENT.<br />She does not HAVE A M OUSTACHE - She is IN TOUCH WITH HER MASCULINE SIDE.<br />She does not HATE TELEVISED SPORTS - She is ATHLETICALLY IGNORANT.<br />She has not BEEN AROUND - She is a PREVIOUSLY ENJOYED COMPANION.<br />She does not WEAR TOO MUCH PERFUME - She commits FRAGRANCE ABUSE.<br />She does not GO SHOPPING - She is MALL FLUENT.<br />She is not an AIR HEAD - She is REALITY IMPAIRED.<br />She does not get DRUNK or TIPSY - She gets CHEMICALLY INCONVENIENCED.<br />She does not get FAT or CHUBBY - She achieves MAXIMUM DENSITY.<br />She is not COLD or FRIGID - She is THERMALLY INACCESSIBLE.<br />She does not WEAR TOO MUCH MAKEUP - She has reached COSMETIC SATURATION.<br />She does not NAG YOU - She becomes VERBALLY REPETITIVE.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1143162961404968692006-03-24T09:13:00.000+08:002006-03-24T09:16:01.416+08:00Hmmm.. Outing ah? I think it'll be after our exams ba.. Like in a month's time? :XUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1142572210252966642006-03-17T13:08:00.000+08:002006-03-17T13:15:39.936+08:00My Five Factor Personality Profile<div align="center"></a></a><table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"><tr><td bg align="center" style="color:#BFE9FF;"><span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><b>Your Five Factor Personality Profile</b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#DEF4FF"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color:#000000;">Extroversion:<br />You have high extroversion.You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"<br />Conscientiousness:<br />You have medium conscientiousness.You're generally good at balancing work and play.When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.<br />Agreeableness:<br />You have high agreeableness.You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.<br />Neuroticism:<br />You have low neuroticism.You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.<br />Openness to experience:<br />Your openness to new experiences is high.In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.</span></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="<a href=">The'>http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/">The</a> Five Factor Personality Test</a></div></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;">It's rather accurate... sure worth a try. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">And I miss all of you! When can we have another outing? :(</span>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1141459375775618802006-03-04T15:57:00.000+08:002006-03-04T16:06:39.123+08:00My Baby<div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Wondered why you have not seen me in ages?<br /><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/320/01-03-06_1657.1.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"> </span><span style="color:#993399;">How do I fare as a mother?</span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;">That's right. I just have a baby boy. Accidents do happen; however not all are tragic. My baby boy weighs 4.008 kg, 51cm long with a head circumference of 37cm. He was born on 28/2/2006 at 2005. <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/320/01-03-06_1651.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color:#993399;">These few days though, my dearie caught jaundice. Serious case. </span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;">Hope he gets well soon.</span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;">Jiayou Jing Yu! </span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;">P.S. Jing Yu is my new baby cousin. </span></p>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1139938193649826642006-02-15T00:50:00.000+08:002006-02-15T01:29:53.723+08:00A fairy tale... will always be a fairy tale.<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">Once upon a time (aw.. which fairy tale don't start with this?), there lived a girl called Belle. Living up to her name, she truly was a beauty. Not only so, she had a heart of diamond (gold is so OUT), an intelligence uncomparable and such graciousness that the sun would melt before it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">However, Misfortune loves the company of such wonderful girls.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">While Belle was walking in the enchanted woods, she saw a magnificant castle. Not knowing that the surroundings are under a spell that beautiful, kind, smart and gracious girls who pass by will forget their past and be lured into the castle, she flitted (of course, she's so wonderful she's off the ground!) into the castle.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">Dancing candlesticks, naggy clock and chattering cups greeted her. And since she had forgotten about her past, all these was not surprising/magical/strange to her at all. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">Not forgetting, she fell (ya.. literally) for the great master, the ferocious beast, the dedicated lover of the castle. In love.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">As all fairy tales go, they lived happily ever after (at least for quite some time).</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">Gossips from the village where Belle came from had it that she was captured by the ugly beast, that she deserves better, that the beast had a hidden agenda. Words spread like wild fire and soon invaded the woods: they got to the ears of the perfect couple.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">But being human and beast, even with all their intelligence added together, they were affected by the unbased rumours. No, distrust did not grow like a thorn between them; silence did. They no longer laugh and run through the garden together, no longer enjoyed the summer rain, nor did they snowballed each other. Every minute of awkward silence seemed like years and pulled the distance and silence even further.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">This continued for weeks (or years if you count it 'mentally', pun intended). Unexpectedly, Belle overheard the candlesticks, clock and cups (ya.. they were still around) whispering loudly (is there such a thing as a loud whisper?) to each other.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">"I think they are going through a rough patch," candlesticks remarked. "No, but they seems so... distant. Like strangers. Perhaps..." said clock. "Perhaps? No perhaps. Don't you even dream of getting your hands into this matter. They will solve their own problems. BECAUSE THEY ARE IN LOVE," cups chirped.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">"In love. In love I am," thought Belle. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">That night, Belle and Beast had a talk. Words were exhanged, views were heard and misunderstandings cleared. No vulgarities, no finger-pointing and no regret. Because they love each other (Oh.. the graciousness of Belle is infectious).</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">That night, they fell again. Not for each other, not into individual love pits. They fell deeper, together, into the bottomless black hole called LOVE.</span>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1138336092101655912006-01-27T12:27:00.000+08:002006-01-27T13:42:19.850+08:00What is your Perfect Major?<table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"><tbody><tr><td></td><td>You scored as <b>Theater</b>. You should be a Theater major! Like a bohemian actress, you are seasoned and confident and not afraid to express yourself!<br /><br /><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"><tbody><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Dance</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">83%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Theater</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">83%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Journalism</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">83%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Philosophy</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">75%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Sociology</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">75%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Psychology</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">75%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Art</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">75%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Linguistics</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">67%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Anthropology</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">67%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">English</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'58'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">58%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Engineering</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'58'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">58%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Biology</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">50%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Mathematics</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">42%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">Chemistry</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'0'" border="'1'" style="color:#00dddd;"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:130%;">0%</span></td></tr></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=119158" q_id="" size="1">What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3)</a><br /><span style="font-size:0;">created with <a href="http://www.blogger.com/">QuizFarm.com</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Hoho.. I should be in Theater. What crap.. to think I did Sciences and Mathematics well! Well well.. There's no communication; how can it be?! </p>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1137210975098926462006-01-14T11:52:00.000+08:002006-01-14T11:56:15.106+08:00Spirit of Air?!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/1600/1136296156_airspirit.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/320/1136296156_airspirit.jpg" border="0" /></a> Air.<br /><br />You are a spirit of Air! You are a happy and bubbly person. No you're a wonderful people person. You could charm the pants off even the poorest person. You wouldn't though. You would rather see everyone around you as happy and optimistic as you are. You make people want to jump up and hug the person next to them whenever you're in the room<br /><br />Good Points: You're a walking muse for lots of people. You kind and sweet and you don't mind taking on hard burdens if it means someone close to you will be happy. You're a bid dreamer and your openly optimistic! Also your not afraid to say exactly what's on your mind and if you lie its only a white one so someone feels better. One of your best qualities is your humor, if you could you would do just about anything to make your friends and family burst into laughter. For you laughter is the best medicine.<br /><br />Bad Points: Your what I call a Ding-Dong. Your not very bright at times and sometimes your just plain slow to understand something. Your happiness often leads to you being very depressed when things don't go the way you thought they were and you're easily let down. Since you wear your emotions and heart on your shoulder you can get hurt very easily and come across as Emotional often and whiney.<br /><br />Advice: You're a great person; all you need to do is pay attention a little more. I'd say to become a little more serious but laughter is so few and you give it to people so well. Best I can say is be aware about things a little more.<br /><br />Brought to you by Quizilla<br /><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/NarakusLady/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20inner%20Spirit%3F/">What is you inner Spirit?</a>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1136878333260388792006-01-10T15:12:00.000+08:002006-01-10T15:33:23.716+08:00Special Christmas Present<span style="color:#993399;">Some time ago, on 20/12/05, I took my first driving test at Ubi.<br /><br />About a week and a half later, a postman came knocking on my door. Not to mention this is the first time I got something in this manner, it is also the first time I signed for a post. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#993399;"></span><span style="color:#993399;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/320/1.jpg" border="0" /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/1600/IMG_0737.jpg"><span style="color:#993399;"><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/1600/IMG_0737.jpg"><p><span style="color:#993399;"></span></a></p><p><span style="color:#993399;">Guess what is it?</span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/320/2.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;">Let's take a closer look...</span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/320/3.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;">My license!!</span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4607/580/320/4.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;">=)</span></p><p><span style="color:#993399;">P.S. Pardon me for the ugly photos. Haha...</span></p>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1135582480748349992005-12-26T15:29:00.000+08:002005-12-26T15:34:40.766+08:00Last Christmas- Beatles<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Wait</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Oh yes, merry Christmas little girl</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Hey!Last year, you left me, little girl...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Last ChristmasI gave you my heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">But the very next day you gave it away</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">This year</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">To save me from tears</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I'll give it to someone special</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Once bitten and twice as shy</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I keep my distance</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">But you still catch my eye</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Tell me baby</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Do you recognize me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Well </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">It's been a year</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">It doesn't surprise me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Last christmas, I wrapped it up and sent it</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">With a note saying "I love you"I meant it</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Now I know what a fool I've been</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">But if you kissed me nowI know you'd fool me again</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Last ChristmasI gave you my heart (oh yeah)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">But the very next day you gave it away (gave it away)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">This year</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">To save me from tears</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I'll give it to someone special</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">A crowded room</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Friends with tired eyesI'm hiding from you</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">And your soul of ice</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">My god I thought you were </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Someone to rely on </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I guess I was a shoulder to cry on</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">A face on a lover with a fire in his heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">A man under cover but you tore me apart</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Ooh, </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Now I've found a real love</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">You'll never fool me again</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Last Christmas (twice as shy)I gave you my heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">But the very next day you gave it away (you still catch my eye)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">This year</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">To save me from tears (do you recognize me?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I'll give it to someone special (no, it doesn't surprise me)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Last Christmas (I wrapped it up and sent it)I gave you my heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">But the very next day you gave it away (saying "I love you" I meant it)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">This year (what a fool i've been) </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">To save me from tears </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I'll give it to someone special (I know you'll fool me again)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Last Christmas I gave you my heart (oh yeah)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">But the very next day you gave it away (gave it away)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">This year</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">To save me from tears (from tears) </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I'll give it to someone special (special)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Last Christmas (oh yeah) I gave you my heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">But the very next day you gave it away (gave it away) </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">This year</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">To save me from tears (from tears)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I'll give it to someone special (special) </span>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1132078441028139722005-11-16T01:07:00.000+08:002005-11-16T02:14:01.063+08:00天使的衣裳<span style="color:#cc66cc;">我看见了天使的诞生</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">她没有像花瓣般的翅榜</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">也没有华丽的衣裳</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">在挤满人的地铁里</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">谁也猜不到</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">会有天使的守候</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">孩子们的傻游戏</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">危险,好险</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">天使诞生了</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">少了花瓣般的翅膀</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">少了应有的衣裳</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">却多了一颗善良的心</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">充满爱的心</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">我看见了天使的诞生</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">世界顿时有了希望</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">爱在瞬间完美</span>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1131358279905812002005-11-07T18:06:00.000+08:002005-11-07T18:11:19.910+08:00Why?<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Why did we cross paths?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Become friends.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Date.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Enjoy company.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Why did things happen?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">For a reason.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Special.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">For LOVE.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Why did we walk on?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Something magical.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Misunderstandings.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">And Faith.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Why did the path diverge?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Changes.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Inevitable.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Unavoidable.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Will we continue in a path of no return?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Or will we U-turn?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Will we remember?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Or will we forget?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">When, will we know</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">And understand?</span>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1131357981582085952005-11-07T18:02:00.000+08:002005-11-07T18:06:21.596+08:00L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole<span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">L is for the way you look at me </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">O is for the only one I see </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">V is very, very extraordinary </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">E is even more than anyone that you can adore</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><a name="more"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Love is all that I can give to you </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Love is more than just a game for two </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Two in love can make it </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Take my heart and please don't break it </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Love was made for me and you </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">L is for the way you look at me </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">O is for the only one I see </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">V is very, very extraordinary </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">E is even more than anyone that you can adore </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Love is all that I can give to you </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Love is more than just a game for two </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Two in love can make it </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Take my heart and please don't break it </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Love was made for me and you </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Love was made for me and you </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Love was made for me and you </span>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1131208949060681072005-11-06T00:17:00.001+08:002005-11-06T00:44:40.860+08:00原来, 爱并不够...<span style="color:#cc66cc;">相<br />纯粹缘分在作怪<br />爱<br />一种无私的美丽<br />相爱是莫明奇妙,美丽无底的缘分。<br /><br />快<br />迅速发展与转变<br />乐<br />一瞬间的冲动感<br />快乐是流星划过,瞬间迅速的转变。<br /><br />单<br />唯独个人的世界<br />纯<br />一生保护的珍贵<br />单纯是唯一珍贵, 一生保护的世界。<br /><br />分<br />没人可以了的解<br />开<br />一样活在天地间<br />分开是为了了解,天地间另个角落。<br /><br />相爱,快乐,单纯,分开。<br />童真到了哪儿去了?<br /><br />相爱,快乐,单纯,分开。<br />其实我们并不无私。<br /><br />相爱,快乐,单纯,分开。<br />无奈的坚持为为何?<br /><br />相爱,快乐,单纯,分开。<br />原来初恋永远最美。<br /><br />原来... 爱并不够...</span>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492504.post-1129455653450348702005-10-16T17:34:00.000+08:002005-10-16T17:40:53.456+08:00Do you know?<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Do you know that jaywalking is illegal?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Do you know that not obeying the red man is an offence?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Do you know that the police can just ask for your I/C and copy your particulars without telling you about what you've done wrong?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Do you know that he will tell you you'll be getting a summon after copying your particulars down?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Do you know that this law if not implemented to everyone?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Do you know that one young lady was fined for this?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Do you also know that another uncle was let off?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Do you know that no warning or chance will be given?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Do you know traffic lights are placed at unstrategic locations?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Do you know that some realli don't know that the key to road safety is EDUCATION and not just plain punishment?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">Do you know that there might be a dark side to all these?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">DO YOU KNOW HOW DARN IRRITATED I AM?!</span>QueenPighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391661593347298907noreply@blogger.com1